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

Posted in Summer on Oct 26, 2022

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“The Chair” by Matthew Turner

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The last half of the last bit of Bart’s popsicle was sliding down the stick and before he could maneuver it to his mouth it slipped and shattered on the ground in an ugly cherry mess.               “Well if that hasn’t been my whole day”               “You want another popsicle?” Opal asked.               “Forget it, we’re already late...

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“The Sound of Danger” by Parul Srivastava

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“Quick…..quick.….there…..the other side….roll it over….yeah, fast….oh….oh….OH!” ‘A roar of playful laughter’ Jason and Moni were competing on who finishes their melting popsicles first without letting a drop fall on the grass. And whoever wins the competition gets to ride the swing. The warm summer evening filled with humid air didn’t mar their happy spirits. They slurped their popsicles, laughed their hearts out and licked their hands that were covered in melting cream. I took a seat on the bench under the jacaranda tree and sipped on...

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“The Apartment” by India Moon

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Anika Choudhary had very few material comforts.A hot water bath was not one of them. Neither was sleeping in air-conditioning in the summer or waking up without cockroaches in the sheets. Nor was getting a decent wifi signal when she needed to find work.She did, however, have the kulfi man. He arrived before sunset every day. Come rain or shine.From her balcony, she could see the cows heading home. They ambled, manuring the potholed roads, and narrowly escaped cursing motorists. She heard the bells on the kulfi man’s walking cane, ...

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“Goddess of sea” by S. Asad

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I only have one hour.Only 60 minutes to be outside.Way too sweet more than it had to be, my popsicle. The pink color added the sweetness to the popsicle I made last night.My expectations were to find some human company and yet no human company and after at least more than one year of being alone, one dark year of anxiety, one shady year of losing my loved ones, I forgot to meet any human until last night.Last night I imagined to find what I saw in the starting of last year. So many business men off to their business and their wives at home c...

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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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“The Booby Trap” by Crystal Simpson

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Nurse Phoebe rubbed the bridge of her nose between her eyes. She was having a difficult time wrapping her brain around the story that the five adults in front of her were telling. She heaved an exasperated sigh and looked up at her patients. The only one who didn’t appear to be injured was the cute little 4 year old boy cradled comfortably in his father’s good arm. He looked at her with his big blue eyes as he sucked on his bright pink stained fingers. His mouth and chin were stained the same bright pink as his fingers, and he just looked so...

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“Unforgettable ” by Nikki Barron

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“...Sun-kissed skin, so hot we’ll melt your popsicle. California Girls, we’re undeniable, fine, fresh, fierce, we got it one…” I switch stations; this song reminds me of that night too much and I'm trying to forget last summer right now. The dirt road turns into gravel and then smoothly to pavement, heat waves shimmering the road ahead to a curvy blur, but I know this road as well as the veins in William’s arms so I drive it blind going sixty. As I near town, Mario’s Martial Arts comes into view. My pickup rolls to a stop in the center spo...

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“Summer Hatin'” by Louise Hughes

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“Goddamn sun.” I sighed irritably as the pleasantest part of my popsicle slid off it’s stick and splattered into a strawberry sludge on the sand. I gazed longingly at the diminishing red splodge, damning the sun and damning myself for not eating it fast enough. I’d been preoccupied with trying to pick the perfect spot to place my beach towel. The scalding sand had been burning my feet. I’d scoured the beach for the best area. Not too crowded, not too hot. Just right. I’d finally found it. I laid out my beach towel, sat down and went to dev...

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“A day at the Dalesville Carnival” by Clare Sheehan

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Sticky, pink liquid flowed on to my hand as we walked through the park, licking our popsicles along the way. The hottest day of the summer, and our popsicles were melting quicker than the flies were buzzing around our heads. "Look!" My sister shouted. She was pointing toward a sign that read, "DALESVILLE CARNIVAL". She ran to the sign. "Can we go, can we go?" She tugged on my mother's arm. "Fine, but finish your popsicle first, Cassandra." I looked around the park lawn, and spotted a bench in the shade. A family was walking toward i...

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“Canicular Haze ” by Hel Knightly

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The summer heat burned everything it touched. Clutching onto an ice pop a wide eyed child stood in the summer sun. As the ice pop began melt you could see the disappointment in her cobalt blue eyes. She wiped away the tears with the palms of her hands. She began to get antsy as the sweltering heat continually beat down on her. Tucking her blonde locks behind her ears she begins to wipe away the sweat. With no place of her own she began listlessly searching for some place to cool down. Eventually, she hunkers down in a public park restroom. F...

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“Colours of life” by Salony Shakya

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The gentle summer breeze hurled up her hair in a wavy motion. Michelle was sitting on a bench near the departmental store from where she had just made an exit. She eyed the teddy bear on the bench near her and opened her favorite Popsicle where she waited for her companion, her best friend to arrive like always. She wondered what had caused her delay after all these years. She used to come to this place when she felt down. Michelle called upon her best friend and no matter what time the clock suggested she would always be there for Miche...

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“Accidently approved” by Kiera Kearsey

Submitted to Contest #53

Eliza hurried through the crossing barely making the green light. Her brown wavy hair dangled in front of her blue eyes and stuck to her sweaty forehead. The half-eaten popsicle her five-year-old son had begged for was running down her hand unable to resist the sun’s merciless rays. They had been out in the park before her best friend, Sandra, picked him up to take care of the little guy while Eliza was working.She just turned around a corner and ran straight into a wall of muscle. The momentum would have sent her to the ground but strong ar...

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“The Ice Cream Stand” by Avaa Winter

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“Your popsicle is melting.” The words sounded as if they were coming at me from underwater. “What?” “Your popsicle is melting. You wouldn’t want to let it go to waste when I worked so hard to give it to you, now would you?” I must have continued to look completely blank, because he rushed to say, “that was a joke.” Inez was giggling on the bench next to me, and the redness of my face had nothing to do with the summer sun beating down all around us. “I’m Inez,” she said through her breathless snorts, “And that’s Kelsie. You’ll ha...

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“AS GOES THE POPSICLE, SO GOES MY HEART” by Scott Smock

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The temperature was hot, hotter than it'd been in years, and my popsicle attested to that. It was melting, the sugary colored water snaking its way down my hand to run in rivulets along my forearm. And what caused this, you ask? My former English teacher, tall, thin and drop dead gorgeous. She'd changed since my time in high school and now, I was in love. I walked over to her and introduced myself. "Miss Rooks? Hi! It's me, Jimmy Wallington. Been a long time, hasn't it?" The woman before me was heavier, in a very voluptuous manner, and this ...

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“Demons Dwell Here” by Jaya Avendel

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To the outside eye, Grandma Belle’s popsicle is melting across the book in her lap again, though she sits in her wicker chair under the shade of the peach tree behind her cottage. To the inner eye, Grandma Belle is dying, and she dies a little more each day. Grandma Belle’s eyes are closed, and her hands are limp in her lap, but one finger strokes the cotton of her red dress and remembers. Grandma Belle is Belle again, young and beautiful, picking roses to decorate the kitchen table in her hungry house, for George is coming over for...

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