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

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“The Locket Adventures” by Mary Black Rose

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This story has themes of Lesbian Romance, Magical Realism, and the Pandemic.---------Alecia kept screaming at her mother over and over, “Op’icle! Op’icle!”“Fine! You need to eat it on the back patio. Don’t come in until I get you. Understand?”Danice went back to her laptop. Working at home had been tough, but there was no way around it, with COVID-19 being a factor.A few minutes passed. She glanced at her daughter, sitting on the back porch. The slush on a stick which had been a noticeable popsicle was quickly melting to a red gooey syrup, d...

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“Color” by Lydia Alyse

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Cold slid down his hand. He watched a bead of red water and sugar slip from the top of the Popsicle down its side and settle between the cracks of his fingers. Under his stained fingernails, the red thickened like gum. His hand slowly turned into a murderer’s—a hand recently back from blood and death. He threw the Popsicle away. “Would you like a napkin, sir?” the girl behind the counter asked, propped on her elbows. He stepped toward her. “Thank you.” As she disappeared into the back of the food stand, he picked at the gum under his...

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“Rescue Mission” by Robyn Jipp

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"Ugh, gross! My popsicle's melting all over my hand! It's all sticky!" I roll my eyes at my sister. "Well, what did you expect? It's hot out. You're the one who wanted a freakin' popsicle!" "Well, you don't have to be so mean about it!" She's probably right. I probably don't have to be so mean, but I'd much rather be stretched out on my bed in my nice air conditioned bedroom listening to music than here at this stupid carnival with my irritating little sister. Kayla, however, had begged and pleaded nonstop to come. Our dad,who works from hom...

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“The Phone Call” by Patricia Green

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THE PHONE CALL. “Where is it?” Jane grumbled, as she rifled through her large, untidy handbag. She sat in the car using her left hand to try to find her mobile phone, which was madly ringing. All the time holding onto a popsicle she had bought a few moments before, which was now starting to look like Mount Vesuvius as it ran down her hand. She realised she couldn’t save the popsicle and the phone had stopped ringing, so she opened the car door and dropped the melting mess into the gutter. “Damn!” she said. “I was so looking forward to th...

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“What We Call Love” by Aidrielle R.

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“It’s dripping, Johnny,” Sabrina says, referring to the popsicle I held in my hand. Three bright red dots appear on our white picnic blanket. I hasten to position myself so that the popsicle was dripping on the grass around us instead. She tilts her head, one hand absentmindedly rocking a toy truck back and forth, to our daughter Delilah’s awe. “On second thought, it looks kind of good actually. Maybe we can tie-dye it when we get home.”I look at her then. The popsicle left my fingers sticky. Sabrina was still squinting at my accidental...

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“Calarook’s Castle” by Ethan Lynn

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It was a hot summer day as I sat down next to my sister in the front yard. On hot days like these, we like to get popsicles and sit under a tree so we’re in the shade and just relax. It’s a nice way to get a break from playing games nonstop. My sister is a couple years younger than me, and a ball full of energy. She loves running around playing tag and such without even taking a breather. I honestly don’t know how she does it. I let out a sigh, happy to finally be relaxing. For a few seconds I forgot about the red popsicle I was still ho...

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“The Popsicle Police” by Kavya Sree

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“I have been alive a few centuries, fought in wars, defeated the wildest monsters, survived the madness of human evolution I will not lose to you,” I watched as a woman hiding in the shadows announced in a tone that would have made me run if I was on the receiving end of it. It must have been my lucky day because I wasn’t at the receiving end. The way she spoke I wanted to believe her despite all its absurdity. “Maybe she needs help,” I spoke aloud before crossing over to her. My hand instinctively reached for the gun tucked safely in the ho...

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“Fireworks On A Summer Night” by Hope Li

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I've been playing deadMy whole lifeAnd I get this feelingWhenever I feel goodIt'll be the last time~ Phoebe Bridgers, ICUThe melting popsicle had started trickling down Bianca’s fingers. She stared at it. She’d expected it to feel more sticky, more unpleasant. But it didn’t really feel like anything, didn’t even leave much of a mark other than a faint line of orange food coloring, almost imperceptible under the dim glow of the streetlights. It had been at least ten minutes and she’d barely touched it, hadn’t made much of an effort other than...

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“Popsicles” by (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝕀𝕤𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒 𝔾𝕦𝕫𝕞𝕒𝕟 ¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> ꧂

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The cold, sugary liquid dripped down my hand. It’s source was the long red, white, and blue popsicle I held. I always ate it from the bottom up, but this way took too long. It started melting and stained my hand. I ran my tongue over it, but it still left a little mark.A few leaves fell down from the tree branches overhead and landed next to my foot. I stared down at them, wondering what had caused it to fall. It was still nowhere near Fall or Winter, it was barely the beginning of Summer. More leaves started falling and I looked up. A girl ...

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“Seething in the Marrow” by Christine Calhoun

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“Fuck off!” I yell at the muskrat. I hurl a river rock and it strikes the metal I-beam of the trestle. The deep gong muffled by rust and ancient algae. The muskrat jerks its nose out of the popsicle wrapper and waddles away. Shyanne breaks the surface of the nearby eddy, hair plastered to her lumpy head and points at the trestle, level with the treetops. “Not much left to worry about.” Red syrup drips into the river from the punctured wrapper. Flies and gnats drone. We watch the sun shine through the drops as they fall,...

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“Melted, but you like that” by Emilie Stokes

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The twin popsicle sat in Anya's hand, waiting to be consumed. The obnoxious orange starts to drip toward her hand, and she watched as it's sticky, sugary liquid hit her skin. "Screw this." The young teen thought as she made her escape from the lonely little park. Anya started walking home, after dropping that stupidly insightful popsicle, but thought better of it the longer she walked. After changing directions to the library, the only place with suitable air conditioning, it didn't take Anya too long before she saw plenty of books ...

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“A Cherrypop and a Snail” by Lee Jay

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The sun was sinking down behind the cityscape and crickets had started to chirp their evening prelude; Susy just huffed, out-of-breath, since she had been running as fast as she physically could. With a cherry red face, she was panting; she dramatically dragged herself up beside Sammy. They looked at each other then disappointingly lowered their heads to see two side-by-side popsicle sticks in a gooey red puddle. The sun was at its midday height, and the ice cream truck just rolled over the speedbumps then through the meadow way. Like...

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“Grateful” by Cheryl H

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“Don’t let it melt.”, the crowd shouts at Contestant #2. He looks as though he is ready to quit, and we all can see his popsicle is starting to melt. The one rule of the game: “If your popsicle melts, you are automatically out.”Today is my city’s 4th Annual River Jamboree Popsicle Contest. There are 3 contestants competing, and each one has to eat as many popsicles as they can in 2 minutes. Contestant #2 is on popsicle #15 and starting to crash hard. He finally raises his hands after the first minute to declare he is done.As I quickly scanne...

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“Captured” by Dianne Brice

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It would have been more satisfying if it wasn’t all over my hand. The red was so intense one would think I had blood on my hand. It was just a blueberry rhubarb popsicle. The shop at the beach had two healthy options and blueberry rhubarb was my pick. I tried to eat it on the boardwalk, the wind kept blowing so much it was as if the wind itself was licking my popsicle away. The entire reason I had let that popsicle melt began with two men-strangers to me- fishing on the pier near where I was seated. It began calmly li...

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“Creamsicle” by Mackenzie Meetz

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Morgan glared at the thermostat outside her window, hoping that if she stared hard enough it would cool itself down. It read 97 degrees. The melting creamsicle in Morgan’s hand confirmed it. The bed felt hot and uncomfortable. The cast on her throbbing leg could pass as a portable sauna. She looked around her bedroom for something to do. The pale green walls were lin...

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

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✍️ 259 stories

“The Locket Adventures” by Mary Black Rose

“Color” by Lydia Alyse

“Rescue Mission” by Robyn Jipp

“The Phone Call” by Patricia Green

“What We Call Love” by Aidrielle R.

“Calarook’s Castle” by Ethan Lynn

“The Popsicle Police” by Kavya Sree

“Fireworks On A Summer Night” by Hope Li

“Popsicles” by (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝕀𝕤𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒 𝔾𝕦𝕫𝕞𝕒𝕟 ¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> ꧂

“Seething in the Marrow” by Christine Calhoun

“Melted, but you like that” by Emilie Stokes

“A Cherrypop and a Snail” by Lee Jay

“Grateful” by Cheryl H

“Captured” by Dianne Brice

“Creamsicle” by Mackenzie Meetz

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