Jelly Art Novels & Stories

Fifteen minutes later I'm walking through my front door, knowing by the sound of music already audible from the pathway that there's some sort of party inside and whether it's a result of a major study session, the stress of the girls in the library or what the guy said at the bus stop, but I'm in the mood for drinking and fun tonight. I drop my bags off in my room and head back downstairs where Kia grinning over a large bowl, mixing the contents with a plastic spoon, like a crazy and slightly unhinged witch. "You want to try it? It's good." She slurs slightly, lifting the ladle in my direction and I see it has an odd half jellified consistency. "Vodka jellies didn't set properly." "Ah, ok."

Jessica folded her arms. "You taught me." The old man looked suspiciously pleased by that. Though he tried to hide it. Poorly. The following week brought preparations for a new exhibition. The gallery buzzed with activity. Deliveries arrived. Artwork was installed. Collectors called constantly. Jessica found herself busier than ever. And loving every minute of it. For the first time in her life she wasn't merely surviving a day. She was building something. Learning. Growing. Belonging. One afternoon she found Henri standing alone in front of a painting.

was a black noodle dish with seafood, served on a plate decorated with a plastic spider. For dessert, there was a selection of spooky sweets, such as "jelly brains", "chocolate spider webs" and "zombie finger cookies". The "Jell-O brains" were made of red and white Jell-O shaped like human brains, the "chocolate spiderThe "chocolate spider webs" were bars of melted white chocolate with a strand of dark chocolate, forming a spider web. The "zombie finger cookies" were made of cookie dough in the shape of human fingers with almonds to imitate fingernails.

He either didn’t need his glasses or needed a fresh pair because Jody watched him squint at a brochure on the local doll hospital. When Eric realized he had Jody’s attention, he commented to her, “Really, a hospital for dolls? Why not buy a new doll?” He chuckled at the concept of a shop that fixed old toys. It seemed a waste of time. “The wrong type of doll, actually. Hailey is an artist with making antique porcelain dolls look new. She works with antique dolls. You know, the creepy porcelain ones from the Victorian Era? She stitches, hides cracks, repaints and re-stuffs them. She even makes new clothing too. It all depends on what that specific doll needs. I believe she even works with ted

Beth eyed the dessert appreciatively. Cole beamed at Jenny. "That's my girl. You should see the fancy cupcakes she does for showers and stuff." "What kind is it, Jenny?" Alicia asked. "It's chocolate ganache," Jenny answered, blushing. "It's not nearly as complicated as you'd think."

s “Jelly stop HAHAHAHA” She noticed Jelly and Jello giggling as they paddled down the hill of the falls. They're having a great time playing on the falls' side. She felt relieved and was going to join them when Jelly fell into the water, causing her to run as quickly as a flash. She knows Jelly and Jello can't swim, and the water appears to be rather deep. She's trying her hardest to go down there, but the formation of large boulders and the slick slopes make it difficult for her to get down; she tripped and fell.

Two years later, Phil nearly groaned as Jodie presented yet another ridiculous home decor in front of him. "What the heck is this?" He demanded. Jodie smiled proudly. "It's a wall hanging made entirely out of recycled bottle caps! Isn't it amazing?" Phil rolled his eyes. "It's a bunch of garbage glued together. How is that amazing?" Jodie's pouted. "You just don't understand art." Phil laughed. "Oh really? Is that what it is?"

“You can put jelly in them and they still taste good? And what is boba? And cappuccino?” Darrion and Galum looked at Jai curiously too. “Are those famous drinks in your place?” Darrion asked. “They sound oddly delicious,” Galum commented. Jai nodded casually, not at all looking panicked. “Oh yes. Those are treats for kids, but it’s actually liked by all ages. Boba is like jelly, except it’s thick, and you need to chew it before you swallow it. It’s also some kind of a treat for those who like drinking something while chewing. It should be combined with a drink, though, because it’s not that sweet to be eaten by itself.”

"You're just jealous of everything I have!" With a graceful step, Emily put her arm around Haley’s shoulder. She gave Eleanor a chilly look. "One of the richest men in Vest city, Edward Kane, is the only granddaughter of my goddaughter. Jellyfish is a well-known artist. The Jellyfish Foundation was founded by her. Tell me, what specifically about you would she be envious of? Talent? Family history? Character? Is she meant to be envious of your cruelty and depravity? Even as she used the name “Jellyfish” instead of her real name, she is still successful.” Eleanor recoiled at the disdainful stares of the audience. At last, she buried her face in her hands and started crying. "No... that's not

he said straight forward like there was nothing amazing about it and I guess to him there wasn't. "He's legendary," I laughed as I shook my head, "he painted a jellyfish and it made its way to the Wynverston Arts and Creativity Museum. A jellyfish made it right here to this wall," I smiled, "only a legend can do that." I looked at the painting, the colours and the water surrounding the jellyfish and I tilted my head to see it better. "I really wish I could touch it," I said softly. "Then touch it," was all he said and I turned my head to look at him liked he'd lost his mind.