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

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“Jonathan” by Jessica C

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Jonathan Dryden’s red popsicle was melting. It dripped through his fat fingers, and when he wiped them on the front of his faded old tee shirt it looked like blood streaks. Jonathan probably did that on purpose, though. Jonathan always did weird stuff like that. “Tell them the werewolf story, Jonathan,” said snotty little Randy Bates, who had been following Jonathan around for most of the summer. “Jonathan saw a werewolf last year, guys.” Jonathan smirked and puffed out his chest a little bit as he tossed his popsicle ...

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“Lollipop” by Shreya S

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Cold wind from the windows rushed past my face, the long strands of my hair fluttering around and almost getting slicked with syrup. “A treat,” Meera ma'am had said, winking, handing me the popsicle, “Win this thing. We'll be cheering you on.”After the initial few bites, I had simply started staring at it, looking at it but also somewhere far away, lost in thought. It wasn’t even that good and even the cool air hadn’t prevented it from starting to melt.Licking off the chocolate running down my fingers, I finished the popsicle with a fin...

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“^--_🌹Mai Lin🌹_--^” by Arushi Ramayanam

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HistoryAs I watched A stream of red popsicle liquid run down my knuckles, I remembered my rich past. The Changs' Fire Insignia on their battle uniforms still stayed vivid in my head. Red resembled something the Changs didn't have love and compassion. The Changs' only knew the way of destruction and war. Red flames flared from my village. The Changs' did it on purpose. They did it when people were still inside the houses. Many died that day. The moment played in my head like a horror movie. Their heartless people.1,000 years from now, when pe...

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“Summer holiday, postponed” by David Drew

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Drip, drip, splat, drip.I hardly noticed the small, sticky puddle of mint chocolate at my feet as the last wilting remains of my popsicle melted into the sand. My father’s voice was almost inaudible over the terrible phone connection.“They’ve taken her in for a brain scan,” I finally heard him say. “Dad,” I interjected. “I can hardly hear you. The reception is terrible here. I’ll call you back in about 20 minutes, OK?”“What’s that?” came back his crackling voice. “I can’t hear you, Paul.”In frustration, I cut the call and...

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“Fern” by Madeline Riccardi

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I first saw it on the stoop when I arrived home from work early. I left the lid to the ice cream cart open, causing a few too many popsicles to melt in the sun. My boss told me to leave and hand in my apron, so I was home earlier than usual. At first, I thought it belonged to one of my roommates, but the idea of it consumed my mind. Wouldn’t they have noticed leaving it behind on their way to work this morning? I have lived with them for a while, and it did look awfully old. I surely would have seen it before. The hours passed, and n...

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“Popsicle Promise” by Cheryl Fulks

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Popsicle Promises“Alright“, I can't believe you really have banana popsicles. Violet was grinning from ear to ear because she hadn't had one since she was probably a small child. The food truck attendant handed her a popsicle not looking amused at her excitement. She pulled off the wrapper and started licking and savoring every bite. Violet knew since the temperature was quickly approaching ninety she only had a small window to do so. Every afternoon Violet walked to the park for lunch. She watched the bir...

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“Ice Lollies and Lifeguards” by Iona Cottle

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The first thing Kaylee noticed was the sticky, mucky warmth across her forefinger, as the bottom of the ice lolly she was holding finally succumbed to the inferno of sunlight battering down on them all. The second was the scream. There was a name in the sound, but the woman’s desperation drowned out the syllables. She stood down at the water's edge, hands cupped around her mouth. Just in the surf there was some manic splashing, and Kaylee felt a flood of relief as she saw a gangly man wading forward. That's okay, Kaylee thought, the ma...

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“Late Summer Day” by Chris Buono

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My popsicle was almost completely melted now. The last orange lump of flavored ice had finally fallen off of the bland wooden stick and sat in the grass attracting ants. Sticky juice from the cold treat stuck to my hands uncomfortably like glue any time I moved my fingers. I attempted at chucking the popsicle stick into a trashcan, but the adhesive residue made it cling to my thumb for a second too long so that the object fell to the dusty floor with a tiny crash. I didn’t bother to pick it up. &nbsp...

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“You're beautiful” by Samria David

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My ears could not believe what just passed through them. The Popsicle I was eating began to melt, its contents trickling on my feet leisurely. “Look at yourself, stop stuffing your mouth every half an hour. Workout and cut down some weight.” My mother’s words echoing in my head. My mind stopped functioning and things around me began to get blurry, my eyes welled up with tears. I don’t remember how long I have been sitting there, but judging from the Popsicle, it was long enough because only the stick was left in my hand. I hustled back to my...

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“The Orange Popsicle ” by Jill Ann

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One hot, summer day in the middle of July, a girl named Elizabeth, was sitting on a bench in the park near their home. She was watching her friends playing on the swings. Her face was covered in orange from the popsicle that was melting down her hand. She was a cute, little girl with long, brown hair and freckles. She was smart in school. In fact, her best friend, Ashley and her were the smartest students in their grade. Elizabeth was the shortest of her friends, but her mom always told her she had lots of time to grow up and would be taller...

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“Mama Brain” by C. Forrey

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I was a regular mother pack mule that afternoon, carrying a beach bag stuffed full of sand toys over my right shoulder. Across my chest, I criss-crossed the straps for a lawn chair and a boogie board. A mini cooler leaking melted ice weighed down my left shoulder. Later, I would blame these things as reasons for my distraction.My children trailed behind me voicing various complaints.“Mama, why does Zack get the green beach towel? I wanted it!”“Mama, why does Jamie get the purple popsicle?”Jamie’s purple popsicle was melting even as she furio...

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“The Rainbow Popsicle” by Sreedevi Mahapatra

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“Aaaaa, oooh,plop” melting down, fell the rainbow colour Popsicle straight on the sand and all that remained was the empty stick like a leafless autumn tree. Huge tears fell from Rinky's eyes like drops of rain falling on hot sand only to evaporate. She saw the rest of the Popsicle slowly melting down and the rainbow colours making designs on the sand like abstract painting and losing their identity in the brown earth. “ please add the red, orange , green, ..... I want all the colours on my ice candy” how she had instructed the Popsic...

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“The Universe would never let my popsicle melt.” by Siobhan Rogan

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It isn’t until I feel the warm liquid coming from my melted popsicle run down my clasped fingers and slowly drip onto my wrist and forearm, do I realise I’ve been lost in my thoughts for the hundredth time that afternoon. It was one of those days where nothing could keep my attention, no matter how hard I tried. I thought that maybe going to the park in the middle of the bustling city would help my restless mind and give me some clarity for the day ahead, but my luck just simply wouldn’t allow it. I wipe my hands on my short summer dre...

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“A Quarantine Story ” by Mumtaz Charania

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“Oops”! I heard my son’s voice and as I turned behind to investigate the matter, I found him starring down at the floor where he just dropped his lemonade Popsicle; my recent lock down experiment. With a deep sigh I accompanied him in looking the deliquescent ice pop, melting every other second and then turned to a melt-water in no time. This few seconds’ observation took me to my life’s journey. Ready to go to the school, where an unstoppable competition of getting the highest marks was always on every student’s nerve, snatching our childho...

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“The Next Step Forward” by H. W. Autumn

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SPLAT! The popsicle slid off of its stick and onto the ground. Clutched tight, the stick almost snapped in the hands of the unlucky loser of a popsicle. Slowly, tears formed in her eyes, just as they had when she was little.“Come on Cherry, don’t cry. You’re not five anymore.”“I’m not crying, for goodness sake.” This was true, yet the tears started to slowly well in Cherry’s eyes.“Whatever, spelleing. And when you Spelle, you cry.”“Not true! This is how I Spelle, and it’s not crying.” The tears of magic slowly dripped down Cherry’s face, glo...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 259 stories

“Jonathan” by Jessica C

“Lollipop” by Shreya S

“^--_🌹Mai Lin🌹_--^” by Arushi Ramayanam

“Summer holiday, postponed” by David Drew

“Fern” by Madeline Riccardi

“Popsicle Promise” by Cheryl Fulks

“Ice Lollies and Lifeguards” by Iona Cottle

“Late Summer Day” by Chris Buono

“You're beautiful” by Samria David

“The Orange Popsicle ” by Jill Ann

“Mama Brain” by C. Forrey

“The Rainbow Popsicle” by Sreedevi Mahapatra

“The Universe would never let my popsicle melt.” by Siobhan Rogan

“A Quarantine Story ” by Mumtaz Charania

“The Next Step Forward” by H. W. Autumn

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✍️ 259 stories

“Jonathan” by Jessica C

“Lollipop” by Shreya S

“^-*-_🌹Mai Lin🌹_-*-^” by Arushi Ramayanam

“Summer holiday, postponed” by David Drew

“Fern” by Madeline Riccardi

“Popsicle Promise” by Cheryl Fulks

“Ice Lollies and Lifeguards” by Iona Cottle

“Late Summer Day” by Chris Buono

“You're beautiful” by Samria David

“The Orange Popsicle ” by Jill Ann

“Mama Brain” by C. Forrey

“The Rainbow Popsicle” by Sreedevi Mahapatra

“The Universe would never let my popsicle melt.” by Siobhan Rogan

“A Quarantine Story ” by Mumtaz Charania

“The Next Step Forward” by H. W. Autumn

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Write about a few people spending a long-overdue weekend away at a cottage.

Write a story about a teenager spending their final days at home before going away to college.

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