If Wishes Were Horses
Candice handed over the cash for the cotton candy and started munching on it.
Her friend, Tamara, gave her an undisguised look of disgust as they strolled through the carnival grounds.
"What?" Candice asked, her voice partially muffled with a mouthful of cotton candy.
"I thought you were trying to lose weight." Tamara told her.
"Look at me. I've lived off carrot sticks for years and I still look like a beached whale. So forget dieting. If I am going to be fat, I might as well enjoy it."
Tamara emitted a disgusted sigh.
"What?" Candice prodded. "Like you're a poster child for perseverance. You're not goint to college just because you didn't get into Harvard."
"That's different." Tamara protested. "I've always been the best at school. I can't take settling for second place. If I can't get into Harvard, what's the point?"
"That's just what I'm saying. If I can't have the body I want, then what's the point? Man, like w
Gummy Snares (Giant Gummy Bear + Jelly Bean TFs)It was that time of year again, Easter! The time for eating chocolate and various kinds of candy. However, my favorite kind of candy to eat was Gummy Bears. I loved those little candy bears, more than any other kind of candy. I am always told that Easter is a time for chocolate only, no Gummy Bears! What kind of dumb rule is that? When Easter Monday rolled around, I grabbed a pack of Gummy Bears from a nearby store. While buying the Gummy Bears, I noticed the store clerk glaring at me as if I had done something wrong. I didn't pay him too much mind though and carried the tin of candies back to my house.
It was night when I arrived home, so I immediately changed into my pajamas. I put on my favorite pair of ruby red pajamas. My pajamas consisted of an old scraggly red shirt short-sleeved shirt and a matching pair of red pants that were slightly faded. These pajamas were still special to me though! After putting on my night outfit, I grabbed the tin of gummy bears and opened the plastic
Fishy Luxuries“Um… hello? I asked if you had a room.”
The cat behind the desk blinked rapidly and shook his head. He’d spaced out for a moment there… he hadn’t seen an eel stop by the motel in a long time… possibly ever, and he couldn’t take his eyes off the guest. The smallish green moray returning his gaze looked a bit put off by all the staring, fingers fidgeting uncertainly on the strap on his duffel bag. “Yes, of course,” the manager finally answered. “70 dollars a night.”
“For a single?” the eel asked skeptically, toying with one of the thick whiskers just above his teeth. “And this late at night?”
The cat frowned. “All right, 60, but I won’t go any lower.”
"Yakkabe." The eel handed over a credit card and the cat handed over a key. He narrowed one eye at the manager as the cat sniffed his fingers with interest following the brief exchange.