Jelly Art Novels & Stories

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.

"Why are they offering themselves to him?" "Most are desperate for luxury living or have fallen under his spell." Jimmy just nodded with a frown. Nylian looks at him and smiles. "This is why I will not let you go near him, I cannot let such a pretty creature like you fall into his hands." "You're so kind, your Grace." Jimmy smiled. The elf just smiled back and kept walking. They left the village after buying two large Gelatius, a sort of candy made from coloured gelatin. "Mm, it's delicious!" Jimmy exclaimed.

And I was the only one who could pull this off. “I want jelly shots,” I said, dead serious. Lyra didn’t even look up. She just reached into her satchel and tossed over a ziplock full of rainbow-colored cubes. “Five, freshly conjured. Grape-flavored too.” Score. I popped them like pills, moaning softly at the perfect texture. Jelly shots were my one weakness—the only addiction my foster parents ever used successfully to blackmail me into obedience. “Okay,” I said, licking the last one off my finger. “Let’s break into hell.”

“I have a few that aren’t textbooks. They use a lot more laymen’s terms so anyone can understand them. My sister gave them to me for Christmas a couple years ago. They came in a combo pack for jelly enthusiasts.” He actually laughed. “Those exist?” “What, combo packs or jelly enthusiasts?” “Both, I guess.” Lily rolled her eyes. “As a jelly enthusiast myself, I can say with certainty that both we and combo packs exist.” “As a jelly enthusiast, how many have you seen in person?” Mark asked.

I paced up and down, left and right continuously but couldn't lay a finger on what is actually happening. "That arrogant brat might come anytime soon, I wouldn't want him to meet me here and continue nagging." I thought. "I have to leave". I turned to leave only to find my stomach rumbling. "I'm so hungry, I wish I could eat a thousand muckleberries." I imagined myself in a pool of muckleberries when I remembered that there was a huge freezer in the house.

“This time, they asked fewer questions than in the last meeting.” Following the success of The Art Palette, I knew Erbeauty had to keep moving forward and coming up with new ideas. That’s why I was working on the DIY Art Palette—a concept where customers could create their own eyeshadow palettes by incorporating their own artwork. Some colors would be recommended by the website, based on their artwork, and then the customer could arrange the shades as they pleased. Several promotional campaigns were also planned, along with recruiting new art talents for a collaboration project called The Art Palette: Modern Artist.

A clay sculpture of what I think was a squirrel glared at me from one table, its one remaining eye unnervingly lifelike. Finally, we reached Eddie’s display. I braced myself. It was… something. A canvas roughly the size of a cafeteria tray, smeared with swirls of red, green, and blue. In the middle, a vaguely fish-shaped creature with wings and a lopsided crown floated above what might have been a volcano or a very angry pizza. There were googly eyes glued in random places, and what I sincerely hoped was glitter glue forming a trail of smoke. I stared at it, my heart squeezing in that weird way it always did when Eddie showed me his latest creation. Was it a masterpiece? Objectively, no. Was

"Wait, what did I do?" Hansen stripped off the monster mask on his head, blinking innocently. "Do you not know anything about safety? It's very dangerous to let Jerry eat the fruit jelly this way. What if it gets stuck in his throat? How old is he?" Jenna turned around and bombarded him with endless questions. "Also, this thing is full of artificial coloring, fragrances, you name it. It can't be good to eat it. Don't tell me you don't know anything about it?"

Another reason why Lilly and I shouldn’t be together. I slip an arm around her and say, “Careful, or nude pictures of me will be in every living room in Manhattan.” “I, for one, would appreciate that,” Amora interjects, and instead of being weird, it’s funny and endearing, and Lilly laughs. “That can be arranged,” Cataleya says. Amora cocks her head, and Lilly straightens. “Oh, yeah, I’m doing some gallery work now. Selling fine art prints. Large format, mostly. Unfortunately, the ones of Michael surfing will be a limited run.”