The Will Reading._Mermaids Eat Fish_Cornelius_Brewing
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The Will Reading.
The Will Reading.“Welcome relatives, I use the term loosely, more along the lines of the welcome of the emptying of one’s bladder in the morning after having stayed in bed too long. I hope I’m able to look down upon this gathering from on high as a ghostly presence, but I doubt it, hence I’ve used this video format to communicate with you. “I’ve witnessed, or I should say more truthfully become aware of the obsequious attitudes of, I’m guessing, most of you assembled here, the toadying and of imploring the ‘invisible man in the sky’ to influence me to endow you with beneficence which from my p...
Mermaids Eat Fish
Asha was a mermaid with an iridescent purple tail, sea-foam green skin, floating blue hair, and narrow silver eyes. She lived in the ocean, of course, and she hated eating fish. “You have to eat something,” Asha’s mom told her one evening, like she did at least once a week. “You’re going to waste away into nothing.”Asha frowned and watched the fist swim around inside the bowl trap, a dish that held live fish that mermaids ate out of. They could eat dead fish, of course, but they weren’t very good and why bother to kill them when you could slurp a fish cleanly down your throat and feel the sati...
Cornelius
Cornelius was the ugliest kid in high school. Did that stop him from kissing the "most beautiful" girl in high school? No way! In fact it's happening right now! "Hey everyone look over there"! *Present Time* I begin leaning in to the most beautiful girl. *Backstory* Her name was Olivia Shaw. Her red hair and green eyes and tan skin were striking features. Her beauty was just the tip of the iceberg, she is an NHS member, honor student, fashion designs, artist, and is the funniest girl once you get to know her. She is shy though. Almost every guy in school hits on her, even a teacher did, but.www.onedoor.cc..
Brewing
Esmerelda parked her broom and hopped off, running her fingers through her dark, windswept hair. Pointing her warted chin, she marched over to the front of the coffee shop where Hettie stood waiting.“Morning, Es,” said Hettie, smiling. She was bald, with skin as green as the lily pads down by the pond. She wore a black cloak with a name tag pinned over her heart. “Heard good things about this one.”“Hmph,” huffed Esmerelda. She wanted to go to the cafe on Wycamore Road, but Hettie insisted they give the new shop a chance.Hettie wagged her finger. “Don’t be judgmental.”“I’m not judgmental. I jus...