Novel & Cerita Midnight Poppy Land

The high ceiling was covered with black cloth, which would be luminated by light projector, making it look like a sky full of stars. Olive was raving about it this morning, but she couldn’t help after school because she had to take her mother to the clinic. So, she listed all the stuffs that needed to be done today and sent it to me. A little advice for those who bore missions from Olive Hartwell: do it right or have her knock on your door at night just because you put the wrong size of cups on the table. At the same time, Mom also sent me the list of groceries I had to purchase for the Full Moon. ‘Nathan will pick you up and help you shop,’ she ended her text with the sentence.

Darkness sounds empty, and there’s nothing empty about Poppy. Paige’s power is warm, where Poppy’s is cold. Like the sun and the moon. Paige is the dawn. Bright and impossible to ignore. Poppy is… My gaze drops to where she’s curled against my chest. She’s not night, or darkness; she’s dusk. That peaceful moment when the world softens. The moment everything grows still enough to hear yourself think.

The sound of crickets and owls from the surrounding forest at night was as loud as the frogs croaking during rainy days. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, slowly blown by the wind. It was almost midnight, three hours since Zev put Layla to bed. It had been that long for him to endure the soft whimpers coming from her. She would yap and yip some time then suddenly grunt. Like an adorable young pup she was, Zev tolerated her. But his patience had its limit. When Layla started nibbling on his bare chest, he was forced to push her away while kneading his brows.

Even though they wanted to leave the yard as soon as possible, Poppy made sure her footsteps were as quiet as possible. Poppy didn’t want to get into any more trouble; she just wanted to leave this place immediately. Fortunately, Evander didn’t say much and obediently followed Poppy from behind. They both had to jump over the fence surrounding the yard to truly leave the place. That was when the snow began to fall, signalling that it was almost midnight. Poppy kept pulling Evander’s arm until they were far enough away from Samantha’s yard. Only after they’d gone a good distance did Poppy let go of Evander’s arm and turn to look at him.

That thought was quickly tossed aside because if that was the case, the noises I made by kicking in a window aloud with my own cries and outburst from dressing my wounds would undoubtedly have been heard. Curled up between the two chairs with my face barely sticking out of my sleeping bag, my eyelids feel weighted with exhaustion and the comfort of finally being warm. The small LED lantern is in the dimmest mode, sitting on the table beside me casting a soft warm light. I usually sleep best in pitch black darkness, but am not brave or crazy enough to sleep without a light turned on while I'm inside this abandoned building at night. The last thing I remember doing before passing out for the n

A lullaby hums in a voice not your own Sung from the mouths of the buried and dead A faceless thing grins in the wide doorway Stretching its arms, your escort inside Your name is etched on a tomb with no grave A jagged whisperer, an icy brace Your heart beats loud, but not for long Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you I said grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out, and so will your veins The bells don't toll; the clocks don't chime Only the sound of the end of time Your Shadow melts your hands turn cold The nightmare sings as it takes hold I'm sorry to say, but this is the end Your breath is stolen; no need to pretend A door creaks open; the void