Polly Plummer Novels & Stories

“I am sorry if I woke you up, I was just...” “The rice doesn’t belong to you.” She interrupted me softly, her voice as eerie as the wind. “It belongs to Polly.” Polly was our neighbor’s dog, I hiccupped as I glanced back at the bowl of food, that belonged to the dog that they didn’t even own.

I had not the foggiest idea on what or how I am supposed to remember this person. It's funny how you mentioned your server's name was Paula, because that is the name of our party planner. Now that can not be a coincidence she must work at Olive Garden as a server on the side, but is an actual event planner. Why does she need the extra money if she is an excellent event planner, I asked. Who knows I told her, but we all have our reasons for doing what we do. You are right my sweet mate. Then she smacks me on the arm lightly. You didn't compliment my dress, she says.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

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…"

“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

“Just be careful. Take it slow. Make sure he treats you well. You deserve that.” “Of course he treats me well, why wouldn’t he?” Polly shot back, sounding defensive. Caitlin was shocked. Polly had never snapped at her before, in all the time she had known her. Caitlin sensed that she had changed—that this guy, this singer, was having some sort of weird influence over her. It made her worry even more. “I’m just saying,” Caitlin said softly, trying to backtrack, “you deserve the best.” Polly seemed to soften at that. She looked down and checked her watch. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, suddenly wide-eyed. “I’m almost late. He’s giving a performance at the far end of the palace. I have to go!”

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.

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.

she was already in her finals and she was certain that if they allowed her to finish, she could get a good job and pay. Mrs Stone kissed her teeth in disgust. “Do you think this is about the money? The chairman of Pandle Inc. has taken an interest to you, do you really think we can pay his interest off with money? Or what about the business deal your uncle has with them? Everything should go down the drain all because of you?” She asked with an eye roll. Reyna twisted her hands that were resting on her knees at a loss for what to do. As for Niko that was watching, he was shocked that this was what the little girl was going through. He walked away from their room perimeter and then made a cal

Mary Redferne As the music throbbed and the chatter of the party filled the air, Judith and I found ourselves tucked away at the bar, indulging in some light-hearted gossip. We sipped on our drinks, occasionally rolling our eyes at the flashy displays of wealth around us—the flashy jewelry, the designer outfits, the pretentious conversations about stock portfolios and exotic vacations. Suddenly, Judith nudged me, her expression eager as she leaned in close. "Mary, there he is," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Joshua just walked in. It's time to put first phase of our plan into action."