The Celsius soared forty. The sun turned naughty.
"Here melts my ice-cream," the little child would scream.
Tired of heat the people prayed, and thus, the God obeyed.
Brushing past the clouds, gliding like a star, emerged the superhero, from somewhere very far.
Dressed in white, and goggles dark, he wasn't Peter Parker, neither Kent Clark.
With a flash, he produced ice, people smiled, and said he was nice.
"Who are you, Mr Hottie?" asked a young cutie.
"Don't call me hot, that I am not. I am cold, I am bold, with an anti-summer plan, my name Ice-Man."
This 99 word fiction is shared with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge - I.
Hey Good one !
ReplyDeleteThanks Ananya :-)
DeleteHaha I love the way this rhymes! We all need an ice man in Mumbai. It's only april and the sun is being it's naughty self!
ReplyDeleteWait ... let me send him to Mumbai :p
Deleteha..ha...it's cute ...it's sweet ...and it's so cool :):)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sushree :-)
DeleteHahaha this was so cute, so sweet, so awesome! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Soumya :-)
DeleteHaha! Ice-man is so sweet and ofcourse cool ! :D :D
ReplyDeleteYes he is :D
DeleteIf you tell such stories to your little ones, you are the best DAD EVER!
ReplyDeleteLittle ones in the future I mean :/
DeleteHa ha ... yes I get that :p
DeleteReally cute story Amrit :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Reshma :-)
DeleteBoss, if you have some contacts send the bugger to Bangalore. Its really hot here.
ReplyDeleteOk ... I would let him know :p
Deletehaha.. Send that Ice-Man to Ahmedabad please.. Its pretty hot in here :P
ReplyDeleteYes...he is on his way :p
DeleteSuch a cute little story with a wonderful rhyming scheme.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mirage :-)
DeleteLove it! The rhymes are really good!
ReplyDeleteThank You Aditi :-)
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