The Wave
Shelly McKelly would host unnecessarily exquisite parties almost every week. Whenever she did so, she would stand some where where she could see her party taking place, and look on proudly with her brown eyes.
People would ask, "Shelly McKelly, isn't this too much?"
Shelly McKelly would respond back by saying, "No, it's never too much! As long as my husband can pay for it, it's never too much!"
The people would ask, "But isn't that straining for your husband?"
Shelly McKelly would say, "He's never complained about anything. And you people shouldn't be telling my husband how to feel!"
Eventually, people just stopped caring about how Shelly McKelly was financing her parties. Everyone but her husband, Kelly McKelly.
Kelly McKelly remembered the days when the two of them were poor farmers. Ah! How sweet and humble Shelly was back then. She was always trying to help people, even if it caused her harm. Thinking about the old Shelly made Kelly swoon over. But now, he saw nothing but a lazy, self absorbed, ungrateful woman as his wife.
He was tired of seeing his hard earned money being wasted on Shelly's stupid parties, and decided that he had to do something about it.
One Sunday evening, Shelly McKelly asked her husband about a good place for boat riding. Kelly McKelly told his wife with a smile that he would have to think about for a bit before telling her. As the to of them ate dinner, Kelly McKelly remembered a spot where he tried to fish. Swampbuck Bay.
Kelly McKelly remembered the putrid stench of the bay, and it's high, ferocious waves. He decided that Swampbuck would surely teach his ungrateful wife a lesson, or atleast humilate her into not having another party. After considering a few more things, Kelly McKelly decided that it was a good plan, and after dinner, told Shelly McKelly about the bay.
He described it in great detail. He said that the waters of the bay were teal and blue, and that the sun shone on the water in such a way that made the place feel magical. Shelly McKelly was fascinated and felt proud that she was going to have a party at such a beautiful place, and thanked her husband greatly.
The following day, Shelly McKelly and a group of people arrived at Swampbuck Bay. It was nothing like how her husband had described. The sand was cold and wet, the waters were green and murky, and there were sharp rocks just beneath the surface of the water, unbeknownst to the Shelly and her party. Cliffs sprouted up on either side of the bay, encompassing the beach, and giving it a sinister look with it's jagged black rocks.
Shelly McKelly's face turned bright red at the sight of the beach. She turned around to the group of people behind her, who were looking around with weird looks on their faces. Quickly, she thought of an explaination to why the beach wasn't like how she had described it.
"Maybe we just came here on a bad day! No worries everyone! We'lll still have a fun time riding in the boats!" Shelly McKelly said with confidence.
After the people had poured into their assigned boats, they took off into the water, riding happily. The people laughed and smiled as the boats streamed across the water. The bay was a jumble of happy noises and splashes.
Then, Ms. Agatha spotted something getting closer and closer to the boats. Waves. But not just any waves. Large waves, big enough to swallow all the boats whole. Agatha opened her mouth to warn everyone else, but she was too late. The waves began to swallow the little boats into the depths of the ocean. People screamed as they struggled against the waves. Arms lashed out as people tried to stay afloat and fight the waves. After a few minutes though, all that remained of the party was a few overturned boats.
Back at Kelly McKelly's house, he was wondering why his wife wasn't home yet. He shook it off at first, knowing his wife's habits, but this time, he was feeling a nagging feeling in his gut. He walked out of the house, jumped on his horse and rode to Swampbuck Bay.
When he got there, all he could see was overturned boats, and a dozen corpses, lying in the cold sand. As the waves fulled back, he could see that some had been skewered by the rocks under the waves, their blood now mingling with the ocean.
People would ask, "Shelly McKelly, isn't this too much?"
Shelly McKelly would respond back by saying, "No, it's never too much! As long as my husband can pay for it, it's never too much!"
The people would ask, "But isn't that straining for your husband?"
Shelly McKelly would say, "He's never complained about anything. And you people shouldn't be telling my husband how to feel!"
Eventually, people just stopped caring about how Shelly McKelly was financing her parties. Everyone but her husband, Kelly McKelly.
Kelly McKelly remembered the days when the two of them were poor farmers. Ah! How sweet and humble Shelly was back then. She was always trying to help people, even if it caused her harm. Thinking about the old Shelly made Kelly swoon over. But now, he saw nothing but a lazy, self absorbed, ungrateful woman as his wife.
He was tired of seeing his hard earned money being wasted on Shelly's stupid parties, and decided that he had to do something about it.
One Sunday evening, Shelly McKelly asked her husband about a good place for boat riding. Kelly McKelly told his wife with a smile that he would have to think about for a bit before telling her. As the to of them ate dinner, Kelly McKelly remembered a spot where he tried to fish. Swampbuck Bay.
Kelly McKelly remembered the putrid stench of the bay, and it's high, ferocious waves. He decided that Swampbuck would surely teach his ungrateful wife a lesson, or atleast humilate her into not having another party. After considering a few more things, Kelly McKelly decided that it was a good plan, and after dinner, told Shelly McKelly about the bay.
He described it in great detail. He said that the waters of the bay were teal and blue, and that the sun shone on the water in such a way that made the place feel magical. Shelly McKelly was fascinated and felt proud that she was going to have a party at such a beautiful place, and thanked her husband greatly.
The following day, Shelly McKelly and a group of people arrived at Swampbuck Bay. It was nothing like how her husband had described. The sand was cold and wet, the waters were green and murky, and there were sharp rocks just beneath the surface of the water, unbeknownst to the Shelly and her party. Cliffs sprouted up on either side of the bay, encompassing the beach, and giving it a sinister look with it's jagged black rocks.
Shelly McKelly's face turned bright red at the sight of the beach. She turned around to the group of people behind her, who were looking around with weird looks on their faces. Quickly, she thought of an explaination to why the beach wasn't like how she had described it.
"Maybe we just came here on a bad day! No worries everyone! We'lll still have a fun time riding in the boats!" Shelly McKelly said with confidence.
After the people had poured into their assigned boats, they took off into the water, riding happily. The people laughed and smiled as the boats streamed across the water. The bay was a jumble of happy noises and splashes.
Then, Ms. Agatha spotted something getting closer and closer to the boats. Waves. But not just any waves. Large waves, big enough to swallow all the boats whole. Agatha opened her mouth to warn everyone else, but she was too late. The waves began to swallow the little boats into the depths of the ocean. People screamed as they struggled against the waves. Arms lashed out as people tried to stay afloat and fight the waves. After a few minutes though, all that remained of the party was a few overturned boats.
Back at Kelly McKelly's house, he was wondering why his wife wasn't home yet. He shook it off at first, knowing his wife's habits, but this time, he was feeling a nagging feeling in his gut. He walked out of the house, jumped on his horse and rode to Swampbuck Bay.
When he got there, all he could see was overturned boats, and a dozen corpses, lying in the cold sand. As the waves fulled back, he could see that some had been skewered by the rocks under the waves, their blood now mingling with the ocean.