My Little Poplar Novels & Stories

Ophelia sat cross legged on his pristine white couch, his shirt hanging off her shoulders, her bare breasts peeking out. He handed her a hot chocolate, sitting beside her. She smiled, taking it from him thankfully. She blew on it. She heard a click, looking up. Adrian shook out the picture, the image of her appearing. "A Polaroid? I haven't seen one of those in forever." She remarked. He stared down at the photo. "I bought one last night. I was thinking...you look like you would be in an old Polaroid picture, laughing. No one would know who you are, just that you were beautiful."

Pinning her to the table, he trailed rough kisses on her skin with his lips. “You asked for this, Mi amor. I will ruin you till you don't feel your legs..” He whispered in her ears. A smirk formed on her lips as she challenged him. “Ruin me, daddy. That's exactly what I want..” He smirked and slapped her ass, causing her to shiver. “Don't say I didn't warn you.” ********************* As the church members filed out of the dimly lit Catholic church, the warm sunlight spilled across the steps, illuminating the vibrant flowers and lush greenery surrounding the building.

Their parents were doing their best to make ends meet, but life was far from easy. As Orlanda scrubbed away, Kate appeared in the garden carrying another pile of clothes. She dropped them onto the growing heap beside her. "Thanks, sis. Just a few more to go," Kate said with a quick wink. She smiled faintly and walked away, and Orlanda simply continued. The work didn’t bother her; it was part of her usual routine. Soon after, Mr. Grimes stepped into the garden carrying his favourite white plastic chair and his small portable radio. He made his way to a shaded spot beneath the single large umbrella tree and settled in.

So I keep walking without a destination. I stop by the fountain. The moon stands full in the sky, its reflection sparkling in the water. I sit and stare at its reflection. “You are so pretty.” “Oh my, I almost thought I saw an angel.” Startled, I jump up. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” I turn around and stare at the pretty face in front of me. “Hello, Little Miss.” He smiles. “It’s you.” “Yes, it’s I.” He walks closer, closing the distance between us. A strand of hair escapes my tight high ponytail. He picks it up and rolls it on his finger.

I learned where sound traveled and where it died in the stone, where my breaths could hide among the rafters and where they would shout like trumpets. At first my plotting felt like childish rebellion—a small, defiant thing against a house that had become a tomb. But repetition turned it into something steadier, a map of possibilities sketched in the margins of my days. In the morning, I performed the role they forced on me: ate the bitter tea, chewed the mint until my mouth bled, kept my face composed, answered only when spoken to. Then I waited until the shadows lengthened and I could move. The small things mattered most. I began with scraps.

Even though he was older than Pops, he still looked strong and healthy. Pops took out a small gun and pointed it at his head. “Don't call me brother, idiot!“ He said. “Today, I'm going to kill you. It may not fully pay for what you did to me, but it will make me feel better.” Gregory looked back at him without any fear. He was even pushing. “You are weak, Little Brother. Your family was, too. I helped you get rid of them,” he said. “Shut up!” Pops shouted and kicked him in the belly.

“Dear Dove I already have you” He patted my legs open like a pregnant lady with both hands. Then moved his body in a precise way.

“Can you look in the first drawer on the right side and bring me the small manila envelope please?” Samuel retrieved the envelope and handed it to me as he returned to his seat next to Poppie. I opened the envelope and pulled out a picture of three children - a boy and two girls. I turned it around and showed the picture to both of them. Poppie’s eyes instantly widened. “I have that same picture!” Poppie said pointing towards the picture. I smiled as I had known she would respond first. Sam not so much, he had never seen it before. “That’s me and Shayla when we were little. I can’t remember the little boy.”