Polly Plummer Novels & Stories

She had never loved anyone as much as Sam, and she’d wanted him to propose to her more than anything. Polly had gone to bed ecstatic and had dreamt all night long that she and Sam had been walking through a field of white flowers, white rose petals showering all around them, as the sun never seemed to set. She saw the two of them walking into the white light, and she awoke with the most peaceful feeling of her life, feeling so relaxed and content. She’d had the strangest, fleeting thought, that, given how happy and content she was, she’d be perfectly happy to die right now, on this day. After all, there was nothing more she could ever want from the world.

The maids hesitated before continuing her makeup and hair, Elara still on her knees, her head to the ground. Polly didn’t say another word, and Elara knew better than to stand up from the ground. She knelt there until Polly was done. “How do I look?” she asked, turning around with a chuckle; The girls bowed their heads, afraid to look her in the face, else they'll be the enxt Elara. “You… you are beautiful, my lady,” one of them stuttered, and the rest chorused after her like a rehearsed poem. Polly cleared her throat and turned back to the mirror. “I’m getting married,” she said in a singsong tone, touching the gemstone on her neck. Polly's smile was so bright that she almost believed it, i

“It’s New York and not some deserted island.” Pam pours the liquid into the glass. “So, what do you think might be the reason? You don’t want to accept any of my speculations.” “I don’t know,” I admit. “Maybe Polly is right. All men are the same so I shouldn’t expect something from him as well.” Pam sips on her drinks and then grimaces. “Polly’s entire body is composed of bitter cells so don’t even believe any of the words she says about men.”

her lips formed in an O form as her eyes widened in amazement the moment she'd took a close look at the unconscious bastard beside me. "Holy jackpot! He's superbly hot! I think----" "Shut up, Prizella! Let's get 'em be warmed first. They're shiv'rin' you moron!" Agad itong sumimangot when bob-cut haired woman suggested that, glaring at her friend. "Fine! I'll let you boss me around tonight. But just this one time, Amara!" Yamot na saad nito saka padabog ng lumayo sa'min, but not without sending a malicious gaze at Mr. Del fuero.

She was only seven at the time. “Hartlynn Lane Xander age twenty-two, studying psychology at Hidden Falls community college.” Nico reads out then hands me the tablet and sits back down next to Casey who’s been working on finding the videos Harlow said Sandra confessed to have recorded. Hartlynn, what a unique name, it’s just as beautiful as she is I think to myself as I take a glance at her soft sleeping features. Her lips are slightly parted and pouty, there a soft warm natural pink and incredibly inviting, she has a soft lite of freckles across the bridge of her nose and onto her checks. There’s a single small mole or beauty mark on her now bruised right cheek just under her eye and her la

she smiled, going back inside the changing room to put her clothes back on. Both girls came out of their fitting rooms with their casual clothes. They made their way to the counter to pay for the clothes when they saw Hunter and his friends walk inside. Palmer couldn’t help but roll her eyes and gave the cashier the money. “The three musketeers and their puppet,” he said, leaning against the counter where Palmer was standing. “I hope you got a nice dress in there. Looking forward to seeing you in it at the party. Are you sure you don’t want to go with me?” He asked as he winked.

I tried to push the horrible event from my mind, but the memory lingers on, reminding me that even seemingly harmless dares can have sinister consequences. But, minutes later as if ruining the conversations that was filling the hallways and classrooms through the ancient stone hallways, a stern voice came over the loudspeaker, "This is Ms. Rose Elleanor Stowne, speaking. Students of both houses, the Stonemaskers and Wanderlusters I want you to be aware that my voice had taken over our morning rituals as I have to make a tragic announcement this day. At exactly past midnight yesterday, one of our own, Lilian Graywood, student #011 from the Honors Wanderlusters, passed away."

The light has returned and a new day has come. *** To come into a new, different life could be both exciting and overwhelming. Soon she had to learn to live without the customary convenience she used to have. No servants, no fancy meals, no fancy dresses and shoes. Everyday was all about housechores. And she learned to make a little money too. Polly had bought twelve hens from the market. They were, more or less, farming now. Polly was great at bread making. So they decided to sell bread and eggs to the market for a living. Because Polly practically did almost all the housechores and the bread making, it was her task to go selling at the market.

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.

The woman commented after a quick glance into her resumé, neatly placing the file over the desk before she turned back to look at the young girl. "Yes, that is correct," She nodded, quickly following after the old lady as she had already walked past her and back into the foyer, the girl almost running after her around the huge house as she walked so fast with those stumpy little legs of hers. Entering into a very spacious living room, the old maid eventually slowed down her pace, stopping close to a massive, shiny and completely black piano.