Poppy Playtime Arts Novels & Stories

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

I said, feeling my own power harmonize with the new rhythms flowing through our world, "I guess we better stock up on crayons. Something tells me this playgroup is about to get a lot bigger." The ancient teachers' light sparkled with what could only be described as laughter. Somewhere in the spaces between realities, something was changing. And it started with a game of patty-cake.

She wasn’t sure she like Fiona anymore. “No. I cannot.” Poppy crossed her arms and pouted. “Has he knotted ye yet?” Fiona ignored her pout and continued. “I have no idea what that is.” Poppy snapped. She looked at the clock. Malcom said she had to spend an hour each day with Fiona. It had been 15 minutes. 45 more to go.

His eyes flicker between her and me like he’s trying to work out the pieces of a puzzle. “So, Poppy,” Callen says suddenly, leaning forward with his usual easy charm. “What do you do for fun in the city?” I narrow my eyes at him. His tone is casual, too casual, and my stomach twists. Poppy swallows her bite before looking at him. “Fun?” She laughs softly. “Between my coursework, shifts at the coffee shop, and making sure my flatmates don’t burn the place down, there’s not a lot of time left over. But I read, and I like to draw sometimes when the need strikes. Why, are you thinking of moving to the city?”

"Great. I'll leave you to it. You'll be alone in here so feel free to do whatever it is you do." "Thanks." I chirp. He smiles again and leaves. I drop my bag on the table and open it. Pulling out all my designs and paint swatches. I stand with my hands on my hips and look around the ballroom again. "Ok Sammy. Time to get to work." Plopping my Bluetooth speaker on the table, I turn on my Spotify. I like to work with music. It gives me inspiration. I was getting right down and dirty. Figuring out color schemes, materials, textures. The whole nine yards. Lost completely in thought.

“What did the principal say about our senior excursion?” “It’s decided—we’re going to the boring museum. She’s not budging. I’m sorry, I failed you guys,” Poppy said. I laughed. “It’s not that serious, Pops. Maybe we can go to Maple Kingdom for my birthday.” “When’s your birthday?” they asked. “In like two weeks,” I said. “Sounds like a plan,” Poppy smiled.

Every night, Alexa and Chris communicated and with the news she was hearing, Alexa realized how close to death she was and it scared her. Clues, Chris had asked for clues that could help them but she didn't know what to tell him...till now. She remembered the day before when Morty was telling her how much he enjoyed playing on the merry go round, or as he called it, the round swing and there's only one playground with that ride in their area, Tim's playground. That night she tried to talk to Chris but she couldn't for some reason. Maybe Josie found out and blocked their communication somehow, but she couldn't get through to him.

he said, his pen tapping a file. I cut him off, my hands slamming his desk, my voice sharp, my eyes locking on his. “I’m sorry, sir but I have something more important to say,” I said, my heart racing, my recorder hidden. “There will be a syndicate hit tonight at the pier 19, there will be a shipment of millions in product. I want us to take them down.” Giveon’s eyes widened, his hands clasping, his voice cautious but hooked. “Are you sure?” he said, his pen stilling, his gaze searching.

“Don’t be so sensitive. I’m just teasing you. Of course, I want to hear it. Unless you’re going to tell me that Kayla was promoted, or worse, got herself a billionaire or something.” “Ew, no!” Poppy replied. “She can kiss my ass. I couldn’t care less. Anyway…so, do you remember that pop rock band we watched at Coachella a couple of years ago with the cute bass player and the hot singer?” she asks, her voice way too excited for me to keep up.

I nodded in agreement as I was wiping away the tears, he was right I needed to have a nice relax before all the stress of the ball as well as my 1st shift later tonight. “Ryder, time for you to leave! Part of my birthday gift has arrived for Aurora and its now girl time!” Poppy said with authority shooing Ryder out of the room. “See you later Aurora.” Ryder shouted just as the door closed. “What have you got planned sneaky one?” I giggled at Poppy.