Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 Craftycorn Novels & Stories

Nick mocked and I glared at him. “What’s popcorn, Aiv? Do we have to throw popcorn in the air and eat it? Will it pop in the air?” Cherry giggled. “No, Cherry. Let me explain how you play it,” I tucked my hair behind my ears and clasped my hands together. “One of us will be the popcorn and that person will have to curl up on the trampoline mat, holding his/her knees to his/her chest. Then, the other players will try to “pop the popcorn” by bouncing either on their knees or cautiously on their feet. And when the popcorn “pops” by letting go of his/her knees, the popcorn will exchange places with one of the other players. Got it, Cherry?” I explained and asked if our little sister understood t

I pouted my lips while glaring at him. When we were still in high school, we used to make cookies together. I was the one mixing all the ingredients while he was the one baking it but now, inside my own unit, this guy just took my role. "Let's exchange for the mean time." He said, smiling devilishly. Aish! "What shape do you want?" I asked while pressing the cookie cutter on the dough to make cookie shapes. "Heart shape." "Why?" "Because you took my heart." He answered so I definitely paid attention to him. Narrowing my eyes at him, I took a flour that was placed beside me and threw it in his face.

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.

If you are triggered by such content, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this chapter. ~~~ Author's POV: When they reached the second floor, Poppy tried once more to pull away. This time, she shoved Penelope hard enough to knock her off balance. “Let go of me!” she cried, her voice raw with panic. Penelope stumbled but caught herself—and came back with a slap that echoed down the long hallway like a whip crack. Poppy’s cheek burned, her skin stinging where fingers had landed. She tasted blood on her tongue. Her hands flew to her face, but she wasn’t surprised. She should’ve never come to the party. She wasn’t invited, wasn’t wanted.

Chapter 96: Regrets and Cow Poo Shoes Electronic chimes roused Poppy out of a dead sleep. With the side of her face mashed into a pillow, she eased open her available eye and blinked. Wherever she was, it was pitch dark. The chimes repeated their pattern, louder this time.