Poot Novels & Stories

He raises a brow, amused. “Well, if you can move your legs,” he says, pointing, “go use the bucket over there.” I follow his finger. A dented iron bucket sits in the shadows. I blink. “And I’m supposed to pee in that?” He shrugs. “I’ve been helping you pee into that thing for days now. You just don’t remember because you were out of it.” I don’t let him finish. My legs wobble as I rise. My knees almost buckle, but I catch myself. And all the while, he’s just watching. Waiting.

I take a sip of his coffee with a sigh. He swiftly takes it from me and hands me my mug of anti-murder juice. “You can’t have da alcohol, you. You're supposed to be underage.” “Being underage didn’t stop me back then,” I deadpan. Tee grins. “Me neither.” He pours some of the alcoholic Irish cream into my coffee cup. Jaxson’s company makes this peanut-butter Irish cream, and it’s called Kelpie. Which goes along with his peanut-butter whiskey called Pooka. Both the pooka and the kelpie are horse creatures from Irish folklore.

“Huh, Blue? Should I return home or spend the night here?” “You’ve never answered me no matter how many times I ask,” Carol scrunched her nose. “Why do you keep on calling him Blue? That’s such an unusual pet name.” “I know right,” Seb smirked. “I wonder why myself.” “Stop talking,” Alex quickly rose to his feet. “Aren’t you sleepy?” “Well, I guess I’ll be spending the night here,” Seb joined Alex on his feet. “Good night, Carol. You too, Lucas. Go puke all you want.”

Pear called out. “Selling soup is a little bit cheap. It's a bit expensive. Vegetables are grown in the garden, don’t spend money to buy and aren’t as expensive as abroad, no need to count each stem. Water is full in the well. Woods are full around the hill.” Mr. Pine spoke up. That means Daisy scoops up the soup a little more. But they don’t want to say it directly.

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

he said in a bored tone while I bit on my bottom lip "Oh like you know what to say", Chris replied as I heard the eye roll in his deep voice "I always know what to say " I looked up at Luke to see him smirking at Chris "Whatever man," Chris said while paying attention to what Nilo was telling him. "Kamara you should do more P.E", Luke said casually and I immediately felt my eyes water at what he said. I was always conscious of what I ate but I was still plum anyway, with a little Pudge of a stomach.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

Jimmy asked, pointing to the coloured lake. “It is beautiful, isn't it?" Nylian smiled. "It is called the Colouribus Conspiratus, the colours of unison. Do you see that couple over there?" he pointed to two strange creatures with green skin and a long pink tail. "Every colour has a meaning, an emotion, for example, red represents anger, white, peace, and pink, love. When they bathe inside, they will stay together forever, despite all the emotions and all the obstacles that will come up in the future. "Now it's all pink." Jimmy widened his eyes. "They must be very in love."

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

I let my eyes widen in a display of total, harmless innocence. "Oh, he is around here somewhere," I said, pitching my voice slightly higher. I added a soft, breathy giggle that made my own stomach turn in disgust. "He got distracted by all the boring business talk over by the tables. I just wanted a drink. My feet are absolutely killing me in these heels."