http://slow.writerscafe.org/poppylove The original writings of author Molly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050719 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ch. 4 "Hannah?" Peter called and I shut my eyes tightly. No way in hell that this was possible. No way that Kale freaking White was Peter's psychology teacher.  Don't get the wrong idea, we're not related, we just have the same last name. Because of that, we were always forced to sit .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1123643/ Benjamin I woke up to my alarm and I groaned. I hated Mondays. Mondays shouldn't exist. But the first thought that I had was about her. After a whole week of talking to Poppy she wouldn't talk about herself, where she came from, why she moved, nothing.  And god, that made me want to k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1123110/ Ch. 3 I'm almost positive hell has frozen over and the devil was in their huddling and trying to warm his pointed tail and goat horns. I'm walking inside the bookstore and the temperature isn't much different. The thermometer in my house read that it was only eighteen degrees outside. I had jea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1123075/ Poppy  "Where are we eating?" I asked once we were in his car. It amazed me that humans haven't figured out teleportation or just hovering quickly. This car seemed a bit old, and like every other earth inventions, slow. "Um... do you like pizza?" he asked, glancing over at me, his eyes a bit ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1122791/ Benjamin What the hell was she talking about? It was just Dr. Pepper! Why would we try to poison her? Poppy must come from a really weird place. "Listen, we weren't trying to poison you! It's just soda." Cain said rather incredulously. He looked upset that she would even consider us poisoning her.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1122786/ Poppy  I stared at the girl who seemed to be yelling across the library, a place where I discovered that another source besides computers were. I glanced over at Ben who had a scared look in his eyes along with the emotion called anger. For some reason, I wanted to comfort him and take away wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1122781/ Benjamin Woah. It was her, the girl I couldn't get out of my mind all last night. Dear god she was hot... Damn it, I've been staring at her like an idiot. Say something Ben!! "Umm... Your hair, it's um, white?" I said rather uncertainly. I'm such an dumb a*s. 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It was hard to miss the ground that was coming straight at me from the pilot's quarters. Without hesitation, I th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1122768/ I hate socializing.  I mean, I know that makes me kind of a loser but I don't care. I prefer to watch The Big Bang Theory in my room, avoid parties, and play Legend of Zelda games. So I guess that makes me an anti-social nerd and I'm completely fine with that. It's not like I'm frien.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1122767/ What do you do when you're an outsider in every way possible? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1122766/ I woke up in an unfamiliar room. At first, my heart squeezed with fear, and then I remembered. The Cannon family had taken me in and gave me the guest room to sleep in. The room was big, spacious. The walls were blank, but there were many pictures on it. 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Of course, he had been crowned King of the Surf in the surfing contest three years in a row; he was the best of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1109931/ Aurora watched him as he surfed the waves, his sleek brown hair wet with the ocean's salty water, and his hazel eyes glowing with excitement as the wave took him higher. She smiled at his contentedness with the sea, her smile lighting up her whole face. From her little alcove hidden by the rocks, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1109924/ Time running out. Fear tearing at the seams, trying to break in. And two extraordinary people. Love? Possibly. But the question is, do you really believe in me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poppylove/1109920/ The next morning, the boys came just as their parents had promised. All were looking as if they got up too early -in their cases, they did, and in desperate need of some hair combing from their sleep-mussed hair. 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