Poppy Playtime Craft Novels & Stories

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.

Because the universe never allowed one day to pass without adding a small touch of psychological terror. The doctor left five minutes later. Javier stayed because “my office can wait fifteen minutes if the drama here is this premium,” and the coffee table was cleared for Poppy’s new project. A large sheet of white poster board was laid out. Stickers of people, houses, hearts, animals, stars, and other ridiculous little symbols were scattered across it. Crayons rolled everywhere. Bunny sat beside her as the unofficial supervisor. Poppy worked with her tongue slightly out, one hand placing stickers, the other holding the poster board steady.

"The snacks are ready. You can take them up to Summer and Poppy." I quickly got moving. I slipped Poppy's phone into my pocket and grabbed the tray to carry it upstairs. When I reached Summer's room, I found them still studying. They were still working on the alphabet, with Poppy practicing the letters from K to O. "Take a break and have some snacks. Mom made this," I said as Summer moved her things aside, and I placed the tray in front of them. Poppy also paused from what she was doing. As they started snacking on the coleslaw, Summer asked Poppy, "Have you never had the chance to write since you were a child? Didn’t you learn to write anything? Have you never even held a pencil and paper?"