Jelly Art Novels & Stories

He gives a charming smile that does something to my stomach. "Sure. Now. The walls seem a bit bare. So, I wanted to know if you had any pieces we could hang." I ask. "No. But I know where I can get some." He eyes me. I get what he means. "No. Bastian. I already told you. No one sees my art. You weren't even supposed to see it." "Sammy. Your art is amazing. Please. I just want to show everyone how talented you are." He pleads.

How the man doesn’t freeze is beyond me, but at least it makes it easy to undress him later. As we wonder through the giant sculptures made of ice and snow, I take as many pictures as I can, always asking the artist before I do. Thankfully most of them speak a little English and are more than happy to pose with their art. The ones that don’t are a little more hesitant, but when I show them my magazine badge, they usually agree. We wonder the festival for hours, browsing the stalls of homemade chocolates, breads, leather goods, even handmade journals and clothing. Other stalls were full of alcohol and steins, candy coated fruit and toys.

“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.

Five minutes later, they were walking again, Sky holding a waffle cone monstrosity and Riley sipping an iced coffee the size of her head. “This is already working,” Riley said happily. “You’re smiling.” Sky glanced down at herself. “I am?” “Yes,” Riley said. “And you didn’t even have to fake it. I’m proud.” Sky rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t faking.” Mostly. They passed a booth selling handmade jewelry. Necklaces hung from wooden racks. Bracelets sparkled in the sunlight. A woman with purple hair and three nose rings smiled at them. “Feel free to try anything on,” she said.

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.

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

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.”

He cleaned the plate except for the jelly, and he didn't drink the orange substance she called juice. "Wow! You did a good job." Autumn says, smiling at him. "What is this?" He pointed to the purple substance that looked like congealed Daunian blood, and to the orange juice, which was the dominant color. "It's a food called jelly, and this is concentrated orange juice." Frowning, pushing the plate away, almost like a cute child. "Oh, I don't eat chemically induced foods, and neither should you; it's bad for your health, there are so many things here on earth that are not in order," Bastion tells her.

Jenny complained with a pained look on her face. “I have a bandage. Want one?” I offered. “You do? You’re such a lifesaver…seriously…” Jenny said, and I quickly handed her a bandage that I had in my bag. We split and took turns to take the visiting class around to our various exhibition. Jenny’s theme was rainbow and basically everything colorful and bright. It was very like her. The theme was a smart choice because she used it to showcase her various techniques from 2D to 3D works in sculptures. I had to admit that she was very talented.

A mass of dried meat, not as big as her hand, was cut into fifteen slices with all her might. Jenny took five unsightly pieces of meat into the pot, waited for it to boil, and then poured some tapioca flour into it. Originally she wanted to put some salt in, but only Jelly salt was available. Salt jelly is a big lump of salt, Jenny can't break it, so it's okay. Waiting for the simple ten-course dinner to be over, Jenny took two sips of warm water. The warm water ran down her stomach, for a moment she felt like she was alive again, she sighed and took the wooden bowl and sat down on the edge of the bed.