Write a story that begins with someone's popsicle melting.

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“Wait, An Elf?!” by Basil Boi

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The sticky juice from my grape popsicle dripped down my fingers and onto the blazing sidewalk. It wasn’t as refreshing as I’d thought it’d be. The Arizona sun beat down on my tank topped back. I could feel the sunburn coming in. I sighed deeply. “Ugh, it’s too hot!” I yelled into the empty street. The occasional car would drive by, but other then that, everyone was inside they’re nice air-conditioned homes. “Stupid orphanage, not having enough money for stupid cold air...” I grumbled. I stood up, throwing the remainder of my melted popsicle ...

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“Cherry Popsicle Day” by Ali Anthony Bell

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“Let me have it!” gushed out despairingly as he grasped at the melting cherry Popsicle just out of reach on the cement floor, it’s scarlet image blurred by the tears in his eyes. The soaring August heat was rapidly turning the Popsicle into a heap of cherry slush. A brutal booted foot smashed down on his hand, splintering Tyrell’s slender fingers, as another boot swung like a wrecking ball into his teeth and nose, again, again...“Hey, guys, Pumpkinhead wants his bloody Popsicle, should we let him have it?” Angelo snarled. Luke and Rodrigo, t...

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“Fawn” by Daisy Torres

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My popsicle had dripped down my fingers. That was the one thing I remembered feeling, because everything else felt numb when I'd been told I was leaving the mission, only three days ago. The sky was bright and cheery, but I was not. As I sat shotgun in the car, my face pressed to the coldness of the glass, I felt anything but cheery. "It'll be alright," my driver, Mrs. Trumble, said soothingly. "I know. . . everything will be hard at first, but this family is kind." I nodded against the glass, anxiously fisting the hem of...

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“Stayin' Alive” by Kathleen March

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My popsicle’s melted. Melting. Wailed the little one of about three. Bibbed shorts, light blue, sun hat with blue and yellow ducks, something hanging from a cord around the neck. Couldn’t be a pacifier. Not if child was three. Just a guess. Could be two or four. Not part of my expertise. Probably never will be. Mush for sure, I thought. The hands that must have held the twin sticks were hard to make out with the glare from above. Chubby little kid, still had baby fat. Grubby hands, that is all. Whining, yes. Sweet thing has dribbled away...

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“Into the Light” by Katrina Lee

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The unbitten popsicle—as a miracle in the stasis of Irisia’s life—melts. Drips of grape syrup on her hand itch like ants, joyously waving goodbye to her teeth and tongue. Irisia thinks the popsicle is happy, icy droplets parting ways with one another, simply because she is happy. Her legs charged with courage, slip through time, ready to complete a long-held mission. The world never seems like a place in which she can walk without being monit...

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“The Great Popsicle Heist” by Lily Kingston

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“You wanna know what’s pure malarkey?” I asked Bianca, my girlfriend, as I tore through the packaging of a cheap, chocolate popsicle I had to buy at the local supermarket. Without looking up from her magazine she bought on the necessary supermarket run, Bianca said, “What, Pele?” Like she didn’t know the answer. She had been there for it. “The whole, ‘No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service’ line.” The popsicle melted and dripped a little as I started pacing around her room. Ranting suddenly seemed much more important than the chocolate withd...

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“popsicle” by Sandra Claros

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- Damn! look at the ice cream you bought to me, mom. - What happened, little boy? - It's melting - showing his clothes - and now that? Why weren't you more careful, You dumb! - I berated him with all the destructive rage of a stressed mother. In that exactly moment I saw my son changing his mood passing from calm to his face in despair, feeling the chest of his school uniform smeared with popsicles, dripping down to his fly. His face was sweating, and his hands were shaking , in a...

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“Lemons or Lemonade” by Elizabeth Burrows

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Leaning against a brick wall Jones eyed the lemon flavored popsicle in his hand. The melted crystals dripped down onto his hand leaving behind a sticky trail. Jones stared at the popsicle with a forlorn look before letting out a long sad sigh. He turned to look at the men surrounding him. There were five of them in total, and since none of them had a name he decided to do the only logical thing. Name them. The first man was rather short and burly and he had a long scar on his face. Maybe Shorty. No def...

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“Blue Raspberry Rage” by Joshua Scott Hotchkin Wordpress.dungherder.com

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Standing in line was never one of my strong points. In general I was a dismal failure in the art and science of patience all throughout my life. I was born to run at a speed of one hundred miles per hour, but the world moved as though paced as a school zone five minutes after the final bell. I felt like a dog on a leash in a field of quadriplegic rabbits from the moment I was born until the very end when my frustration collapsed on itself and turned me into the black hole that swallowed the universe. Not sorry.In those final moments of exist...

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“Blooming Love” by Vinci Lam

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The first contact of the cold sugary liquid was like a pin prick on the soft skin between the index finger and the thumb, sending a light jolt of electricity down the spine. The green popsicle—sweating in the sweltering heat—Jason’s favourite lime-flavoured treat, sold by a jolly old man in cargo shorts and striped polo, tufts of white hair peeking out of his boonie hat. He sets up his ice cream bike next to the duck pond every July, calls it The Icicle Tricycle. You can find him there every morning of the month, 9 a.m. sharp to 2 p.m., and ...

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“A child's desire” by Faleha Hakim

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The glossy reds and yellows twirled and swirled and mixed with each other and went closer to the ground due to the force of gravity and the little girl watched the show with a swelled and hot face. Her lips were surely downwards reflecting an upside down U while her eyes were sharp and damp with brows furrowed, creasing greatly on the forehead. The moment her fingers felt a sticky liquid, she broke out to tears. “Mama my ice-cream” her tiny childish voice came and she rolled her eyes at her Mother. Her Mother wrapped around her arms and wipe...

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“General: Write a story that begins with someone's popsicle melting.” by Prince Brempong

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Weekly Writing Prompts Prince De-Grant Brempong Tel.0575086991 Email:princedegrant32@gmail.com Email: princedegrant37@gmail.com Email:princedegrant37@yahoo.com Write a story that begins with someone's popsicle melting. My story is entitled With someone's popsicle melting the King met his double. This story is based on the fact that when someone's popsicle was melting the King of Romania met his double. James sells ice cream at the premises of the King's Palace. It is always James who refresh the visitors of the King with some popsicle ...

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“The Last TRIP to HUMANITY” by Utkarsh Srivastava

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The Summers and the popsicles have an intricate relationship, one is ready to beat the other. So, in the hope of beating the scorching summer of Vietnam the girl in mustardy yellow middy licking her popsicle vehemently—however, it was melting rapidly. Nothing could withstand against the 33-degree-Celsius of Vietnam. I had almost fainted, the nasty heat of Sun drained me up. I barely enjoyed my holidays. I live in Ireland—my friend Sash suggested to me to visit Vietnam, once. The girl with muddled short hair appeared ...

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“Operation T. One word.” by N C

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My popsicle melted in the hot sun. I didn’t care. I had better things to worry about. It’s time for operation T. Just one word: Taiwan. What do you want for Christmas? A trip to Taiwan. They rolled their eyes. Fine. Let them be. It’s your birthday! Name anything! The pleasure is all yours! Where’s my flight ticket? They walked away. Okay, guess I won’t be receiving much this year. Or the year after.Why? Because every day my mom calls her family in Taiwan, and they’re always talking about what they did, what they were going to do now, and all...

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“The Drip.” by Eric Deitch

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“I have some ice cream and I'm gonna eat it all. You don't have no ice cream. You didn't get none 'cause you are on the welfare. You can't afford it”. - Eddie Murphy. Yes, that was from Delirious (1983). And then the kid in the story drops it and gets rightfully chastised for bragging. Perhaps it didn’t melt in that mean kid’s hand, but I am sure it melted his heart and ego. Perhaps I am making a gratuitous use of a metaphor for this post, but as kids, we all had an experience with a popsicle in the hot summer (those of us who were fortunate...

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Write a story that begins with someone's popsicle melting.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 259 stories

“Wait, An Elf?!” by Basil Boi

“Cherry Popsicle Day” by Ali Anthony Bell

“Fawn” by Daisy Torres

“Stayin' Alive” by Kathleen March

“Into the Light” by Katrina Lee

“The Great Popsicle Heist” by Lily Kingston

“popsicle” by Sandra Claros

“Lemons or Lemonade” by Elizabeth Burrows

“Blue Raspberry Rage” by Joshua Scott Hotchkin Wordpress.dungherder.com

“Blooming Love” by Vinci Lam

“A child's desire” by Faleha Hakim

“General: Write a story that begins with someone's popsicle melting.” by Prince Brempong

“The Last TRIP to HUMANITY” by Utkarsh Srivastava

“Operation T. One word.” by N C

“The Drip.” by Eric Deitch

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