Popsicle Stick Stories

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It's that time again! I'm sure you all know the drill by now, but for those that don't I direct you (here).

Remember to reply to this post with your answers. If your results will end up taking 2 comments to post in its entirety, please post it in your own journal and then tag this post with a link!

Also, for some more writing fun, please check out (this post) and try your hand at some descriptive writing. We had warm-ups on descriptive writing last year, but I figured that the sticks would be just as great.

It takes a lot of work to write these things up, so please drop by Nina's post and make some time to give it a go!

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The First Sentence
Choose: One
Writing Time: 6 minutes

First Line #1: The only way John could pass the exam was by cheating.

First Line #2: Charlotte ate green peppers all day long.

The Non Sequitur
Choose: One (OR choose one, write for time, choose the other, write for time)
Writing Time: 3 minutes

Non Sequitur #1: On Tuesday she asked me the most peculiar question.

Non Sequitur #2: She may be young, but she's not stupid.

The Last Straw
Choose: One
Writing Time: 6 minutes

Last Straw #1: the bill she forgot to pay

Last Straw #2: the time he invited his mother to dinner

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(some weird first try D:)

Charlotte ate green peppers all day long. She wouldn’t stop eating them, no matter how many times she was told to stop. Her mother sighed, looking into the once-full cupboards as Charlotte once more demanded for another plate of green peppers.

”Look Charlotte, there’s no more green peppers left in the house,” her mother glared at Charlotte. “And you’ve been eating non-stop the whole day, don’t you think it’s time to stop?”

Charlotte sighed nonchalantly, picking up the last green pepper from her plate and inserting it slowly into her mouth.

“Mother, it’s not that late, the stores are still open, if we’re out of them, you can always buy some more!” she chewed thoughtfully, looking up expectantly at her mother.

“No. I will not buy you any green peppers. It’s about time you stopped eating, look, you’ve gone all round! And on green peppers! Dear me, what has the world come to?” her mother groaned, rummaging around the cupboards.

Charlotte sighed, she just woke this morning and had a sudden craving for green peppers; it wasn’t her fault! Though her mother did have a point, eating throughout the day had caused her to gain a little fat around the edges.

On Tuesday she asked me the most peculiar question.

“Since my mother abhors me eating green peppers, should I eat oranges instead?” she looked up at me, her curly hair bouncing lightly as she hopped up and down.

I stared at her, nothing coherent forming in my mind. Was she going to eat her family bankrupt? First it was green peppers, now oranges. How I pitied her mother. I wondered if I should warn her mother to hide the oranges in the house. Could I make it on time before Charlotte reached home?

This child was getting from bad to worse, a few days had passed since the green peppers accident (fortunately the orange accident was avoided) and as I entered her house, I saw her; her clothes popping in their seams as she sat on the table, munching contentedly on a plate of fried eggs.

Her mother sat on the counter, wringing her hands in despair. The poor woman. The bill she forgot to pay must be an added worry to the one she had about her daughter and her strange eating habits.

The girl was eating so much, the cost of keeping her was too high. Her mother, anxious and tense over her little girl’s sudden strange compulsion with food, she had even forgotten to pay the water bill. She did not know what to do, very soon the water would stop coming, and she couldn’t leave to pay them. No she couldn’t; not for one moment could she leave her daughter alone, heavens no. If she ever did that, Charlotte would immediately run off to the stores to satisfy her taste for green peppers.

Green peppers again…