Surviving Summer Poppy Novels & Stories

Again thank you for all your support guys. -Mavis Belladonna.

They wanted me to take good care of you, and there'll be more good things in the future, too. "But this secret stays only between us. You can't tell outsiders, not even Jeremy or the others. Otherwise, Nicole and I could die. Understand?" Poppy became both happy and frightened at the same time, looking like she wanted to sew her own mouth shut. "Okay. I won't tell anyone." Even at only six years old, she was already far more mature than children before the apocalypse. After seeing how miserably people outside were surviving, she treasured her current life even more.

They’d even discovered some common interests, including an inexplicable love for a random football team out West. The rest of the drive passed by in what seemed a blur with only a stop or two for bathroom breaks and road trip snacks, until they were once again rolling down the main street of Pebble Point. By now, the sidewalks were full of beach goers and summer visitors down from the nearest cities, enjoying all the little seaside village had to offer. It was a perfect beach day - not too hot with a light ocean breeze - and restaurant lunch time hours had just ended. Traffic was a little iffy, but not as bad as it would be on a weekend. And soon enough, Mitch had turned down the small side

And, coincidentally or maybe arranged by faith, she met another person who is a bearer of the rarest eye color in the world. The older woman smiled at her. She might be older than Althea, but her beauty remains. It was outstanding how she maintained it. Because of this, Althea had no idea about her age. Not that she’s curious or anything. Althea looked at the poppy in her hand and thought of something, then opened her mouth. “Consolation?” Althea nodded. “Yes, the poppy is also known as a calming flower and that name came from ancient times. But,” she paused, thinking of something, “ma’am. Did you also know that poppy is also the enduring symbol of the First World War?”

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

I was poking holes in Neil's face and a million thoughts ran through my brain about how I was going to kill him. In between all these, I heard my phone ringing in my jeans pocket and just for a while my grip lost on Aiyla for checking who was calling me but I never removed my eyes from Aiyla. From the corner of my eyes suddenly I saw Aiyla hyperventilating and saw that she was having a hard time breathing. She gasped for air and her body started to give up. She was trying hard to control her movements and saw her legs giving up. She was going to fall face down but luckily I was fast enough to hold her.

Christine bent down to examine what she had stepped on, cursing proficiently. A broken bottle. Beer bottle, by the looks of it. Staggered by her find, she went down on her knees to inspect the ground carefully. Could this have washed up here because of the storm? She doubted it. No, somebody left it here, discarded it. Elation and hope filled her. So much so that she forgot about her injured foot and scraped around the area. The grass grew high there. Gnats and flies were in abundance because of the rain and Christine waved them away from her face. Trying not to think about what could be hidden there, she moved the grass aside.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

The man behind me turned around and wrapped his strong arm around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder. “Who called you?” I patted the back of his hand. “A lunatic!” Liam White did not question me any further. He tightened his arm around me and hugged me. “It’s Poppy’s birthday tomorrow. I got someone to put up the party decorations.” I turned around and met his eyes. Three years ago, I got lost in the desert while carrying Poppy in my arms. She was feverish. She was having an asthma attack, and her breathing was shallow.

Just ugly. I watched as they scrambled, to cover me, and to rush me to the Browns house across the way. Mr. Garica could be seen giving and directing everyone up until they all started to pick up the pieces. Nothing was out of ordinary. I needed to watch this, I needed to make sure there wasn’t another sleeper involved. I downloaded the memory data of the recorder I used, thankful I did a digital tape recorder then old fashioned. Walking outside I saw everyone that was left gathered around the fire pit.