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The Ice Cream Girl by brizzlebees
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" Life is like an ice cream enjoy it before it melts" –unknown Meet seventeen year old Idona 'Iddie' Jeanette Burns; a determined, witty and at times, sarcastic teen. She constantly busies herself with new ways to persuade her employers at Val's Creameria to follow her ideas of including any delicious, unhealthy ingredient she can think of, into one of their best selling flavors. The Double Chocolate Fudge Cookie Dough, or what she likes to call the Choco-O. So when Ms. Val finally gives in and decides to agree to a trial taste test of Iddie's latest concoction, she only has one problem. She doesn’t have a clue what final flavor to suggest. It’s now a quest for the right blend of ingredients for her future best seller. With the help of her best friends, co-workers, a group of swoon worthy lads and her childhood enemy, Caleb Lyons, the fate of her success rests in their hands. Can she pull it off? -------- Thank you @shivering- for the edit
Origami by brizzlebees
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"What's this?" He asked, as she placed the intricate paper ball of roses in his hand. She notice his hand didn't tighten, and was left palm open as he held the ball up towards his face, like he could see it, even though she knew he couldn't. "It's for you, I don't have a name for it though" she replied. " I hope you like it." A frown made its way onto his face, as he still held the delicate piece of paper. "I wouldn't know, I can't see it." A bit of anger in his tone. "Of course you can't see it but, you can feel it." She got a hold of his free hand and gently trace his finger tips around each slope and curve of one of the roses she had created and folded in together. His face contorted even more into a frown, but she could see that he was trying to focus, trying to visualize the ball and the rose. "See," she said proudly as she let go of his hand. "You don't need your eyes to appreciate beauty." ------ Short Story #64 Teen Fiction #274