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

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“Acrylic and Candy” by Silvia Bartolini

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The sugary dribble reached the bottom of the girl’s hand, pooled into a fat droplet and sank to the floor, joining its predecessors in a puddle of melted popsicle goo. She shifted the stick to her other hand and proceeded to lick off the flavoured water from her fingers. She dried them on her summer dress before using them to pick up a toy from the shelf. Connor seethed, his crossword forgotten. He pushed his glasses up on his nose and cleared his throat, ready to tell the child off when the entrance bell rang. He watched with curiosity as t...

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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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“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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“God Don't Like Dogs” by Zuriel Wurah

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My strawberry popsicle drips onto my drawing of a flamingo.I’d slaved over it for about a week, studying and experimenting with different shapes and references until I’d finally achieved a worthy enough sketch. But the Sun god Ra and Mama obviously weren’t in the mood to see me succeed.Since summer began, I’d spent many days inside either watching sports animes, reading, or watching blaxploitation movies. Mama had finally had enough and kicked me outside of the house with a popsicle and my sketchbook to go play at the park.As if the park was...

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“From Sitter to Roommate” by Rawn A Lynn

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Ivan is sitting on his back porch. He licked at his popsicle he grabbed from the freezer. It was getting hotter out and his cold treat was melting at a fast rate. He was currently watching his sister’s dogs for a couple of weeks. She had a business trip and Ivan was always the one to watch them while she was away. Kup and Rodimus were in the backyard playing. Kup was laying down like the old dog he was and watched Rodimus run around with his little puppy energy. His little sister Camila always loved ‘Transformers’ since the series from the 8...

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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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“The Small Green Lunchbox ” by Abby Irwin

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Young, seven year old Marinella watched the droplet slowly slide down the popsicle and onto her hand, where it clung; frozen. Boom! Marinella flinched and whimpered when she heard the distant crash. She looked towards the sound and into the distance where she had last seen her father. “Daddy?” she called into the distance. No answer. - 9 years later - Marinella slid to a stop on the iceberg where she whirled around just in time to be tackled by Jaxon. “No fair!” Marinella cried as her back struck the ground. “You’re not a...

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“Someone's Company” by Britney Tran

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My phone screen read ninety-two degrees. My skin felt the heat, Levi felt the heat, and so did his popsicle. It was turning into a liquid orange mess. I think popsicles are classic during the summer, ice cream and snow cones are also nice. They're sweet, cold, and delicious. I think they’re much better to have when you’re with someone. I handed him a napkin and he gladly took it, wrapping it around the wooden stick as he tried to salvage the running liquid. There was a small breeze every now and then. It would ruffle the leaves and t...

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“The Winning Dish” by Victoria Haneveer

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"Annie, you're up first!" announced the main judge.Annie bustled up to the judging panel, flustered and flapping, her skirt rustling with each step she took. She grabbed the handle of the silver cloche between pudgy fingers and lifted.As the once-perfect popsicle began to melt into a puddle of sticky purple goo, the first bead of sweat threatened to make its way down my forehead. Whatever I felt, I knew Annie would be experiencing a million times worse. There is so much waiting around on these TV shows. Make a hot dish and it will come out, ...

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“nameless” by Amy Asuncion

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I broke my gaze as I expand my tongue on my sticky arm—licking every inch of it until I reached my elbow. I have been too preoccupied that I forgot about my dripping popsicle. And what's next? I just slurped the wooden stick until it becomes tasteless. "Four..five..." Time flies so fast and I couldn't imagine that the calender is already at its sixth page. Summer vacation, the most awaited time of everyone—well, not me personally. I sigh. I am currently in the garden for like three hours now. It's noon and the sun that's exactly above me...

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“Interlude” by Ujjwala Ananth

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The call seems like it’s never going to end. I look ruefully at my hand, which is holding a wooden stick coated with syrup, most of which is running down my wrist in sticky rivulets and pooling in the sand. A sad waste of a delicious-looking popsicle. “...and I know it’s after work hours, but this is pretty critical. The client needs the report by tomorrow, so if you could get on it, that’d be great. If you have any questions let me know. Alright, thanks.” She finally hangs up. I shove my phone into my pocket and try to salvage what’s left...

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“Old Prompt” by Max Miller

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John's popsicle slowly was dripping onto the sidewalk. Drip, drip, drip. Life was tough. John stared at the popsicle. each time it dripped, in his head he said. ten cents gone. ten cents gone. ten cents gone. The economy was not doing well for anyone. The poor gone poorer and the rich gone richer. Well, thats not entirely true. See, John used to be rich. Not rich rich, but very wealthy. His parents were both millionares, which left him and his sister with there hard earned money. John's sister, Cassie, was two years younger than John. Ye...

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“The dust on the mountain” by Lee Dohann

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Sophie realizes that her shirt is getting wet. Hurrying to catch the bus, she swings the cloth bag over her shoulder. She can feel that her body heat and the popsicle are beginning a sticky dance. She made sure she bought all the items on the list first, and then chose the kiosk closest to the bus stop. But the bus is late. And there is a long queue. The 345NB on a Wednesday is normally empty, because those who needed to get home are home. No one is in a rush. Other times she chose to walk the seven kilometres from the market. There is cert...

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“Such an idiot” by Verkisto Skribas

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I was so inside my head, I didn't even notice the popsicle was starting to melt. "oh, shit!" i said, hoping she doesn't think that this sloppiness happens on a regular basis. I mean, not that it doesn't, it totally does. but clearly I didn't want HER to know about it. I mean, I'm not sure why I even took the damn thing. I don't even like popsicles, they're too sweet, you need to eat them fast before it all goes down to shit, and the last bite is always a tricky thing. But I stood there, by the stand, the seller already asking me what I wante...

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“The popsicle” by Suzanne Urowitz

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It was a Saturday afternoon. The first week in June. I walked out to get a popsicle. It's the first full weekend of Saturday. I got to the store in twenty minutes from my apartment. I got 🍒. I couldn't wait to open it. Almost before I paid. I waited for a whole minute. The second I stepped out of the store I opened the popsicle.bIt dropped all over me. I can't go back in looking like this. There all going to laugh at me. Yippee there's one little piece. Great I have it on my fingers too. This is my dress shirt for Tuesdays morning interview....

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 259 stories

“Acrylic and Candy” by Silvia Bartolini

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

“The Ice Cream Stand” by Avaa Winter

“God Don't Like Dogs” by Zuriel Wurah

“From Sitter to Roommate” by Rawn A Lynn

“Demons Dwell Here” by Jaya Avendel

“The Small Green Lunchbox ” by Abby Irwin

“Someone's Company” by Britney Tran

“The Winning Dish” by Victoria Haneveer

“nameless” by Amy Asuncion

“Interlude” by Ujjwala Ananth

“Old Prompt” by Max Miller

“The dust on the mountain” by Lee Dohann

“Such an idiot” by Verkisto Skribas

“The popsicle” by Suzanne Urowitz

🌟 Similar prompts

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.

Write a story about summer love — the quarantine edition.

Write a story about another day in a heatwave.

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