Polly Plummer Novels & Stories

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

What are we going to do then? The occupants of the room all looked at one another, Mrs Sanders laughed out first the other’s followed suit, suddenly feeling refreshed, she tilted her head, and smiled genuinely at Polly for the very first time in her life “ I have always given my daughter whatever she desired in life. And she doesn’t take no for an answer, No matter how reluctant he is, no matter how much he likes the title of being the Reluctant Groom he can’t be reluctant forever.” She said with a beam on her face

Nancy studied the image as Amara laid it flat on the table. 'Where have I seen him?' She turned the question over and found nothing. Just then, Polly entered carrying a small plate. "Miss Amara, pumpkin pie." Polly set it down and turned to leave, but her eyes caught the photo. She froze. Then she reached for it, her hands unsteady. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Miss Amara. I don't know how Oscar's photo ended up out here. Let me take it. I'll take it right now…"

It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer in Fantasy Island. The hangover would have to wait. Bills didn't pay themselves.

“Hello? I brought food. Can you open the door?” Polly quickly went and saw a young girl holding a tray. “These are for you, as Sir Jared requested.” “Thank you.” Polly received the tray and the girl slightly bowed before leaving. Her lip twitched. Is that it? She was just about to ask her name and introduce herself. Do they not want to know who she is? Did Jared mention it already? She sighed as she closed the door. That wasn’t a pleasant encounter. She opened the cover to see the food. They’re not as appetizing as she expected. Maybe she had high expectations? She tasted some and decided they’re good enough. After that, she decidedly jumped on the bed and covered herself with the blanket. S

She was more determined than ever to embark right away, to embrace her mission, to head there immediately, wherever it was, and to find the second key. But before Caitlin had any more time to dwell on where this place may be, there was a sudden knock at her door. She started to get up from bed, but before she could even reach it, the door swung open by itself. In strutted Polly, a huge smile on her face, beaming. She was dressed in a lavish, formal outfit, a long, satin pink gown with white trim, her hair pulled back in a bun, and her face carefully made-up and powdered.

Opening the door,she found a man with strangely familiar hazel eyes,as if she had seen them somewhere before. “Mrs Collins?”he said in a rich,deep voice.”Sorry for arriving unannounced.My name is Ethan Hollingsworth.I believe you knew my mother,Polly.” The name rang a bell.Months ago,a patient by that name had been admitted to the hospital and she had been the attending nurse. Polly Hollingsworth was a vibrant old lady with an unquenchable zest for life who had been diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer.Her doctors had only given her a few months to live.

Pregnant: “Sleep for now Miss. I will bring you some more tea in the morning to get ahead of your nausea. Take this.” Polly said, pulling something out of her hair. Polly was holding a beautiful silver and blue hair pin in her hand. She looked confused at polly but the blue in the hair pin kept her attention. It was the color of Jace’s eyes and her emotions were getting the best of her. She realized how much she missed him. Polly smiled at her, placing it in her hand.

Rachel West's heart skipped a beat as she washed the vegetables. The painting was given to James Smith when he was thirteen, and he still kept it. Oh, he probably wanted to use that painting to remind himself of his hatred for her at all times, otherwise there would be no other reasonable explanation. "Wow, Auntie, your food is delicious." When Rachel West brought the finished cooked meal over, Oliver Smith immediately sighed in admiration. Rachel West didn't say anything, the child's deliberate gratitude made her a little uncomfortable. "Auntie, this is the best meal I've ever eaten." Oliver Smith ate with relish, his little face full of satisfaction.

I laugh. “Okay everyone I hope everyone has voted because now it’s time to announce this year’s prom king and prom queen!” our principal announces onstage. Everyone cheers in excitement. “Prom king, is James Shaw.” That was expected. Who wouldn’t vote for him, he’s the freaking golden boy here.. but I know he’s just an asshole. He skips towards the stage and gets his sash and crown from the principal, “Prom queen, is Jana Hill” everyone cheers again. She’s the head cheerleader in our school. “And now they shall dance..” They both walked to the center of the dance floor and danced to a slow song.