Poppy LaC.

“Signal Lost, Connection Found” by Poppy LaC.

Submitted to Contest #269

CONTAINS: Profanity & Gore  As the locker door opens, a letter and a box thud on the ground. She bends down grabbing the box and letter, setting them on the shelf in her locker. Rowan, Daphne’s tall, charming boyfriend snuck up behind her, covering her eyes. “Guess who?” Daphne sighed, “Hmm… early 2000’s Chad Micheal Murray?” Rowan rolled his eyes jokingly, uncovering her eyes. “You’re a bit off, and by a bit, I mean completely.” Daphne giggled, “Yeah, I’m just messing with ya.” Daphne grabbed her schoolbag, pack...

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“Mama said, Dad said” by Poppy LaC.

Submitted to Contest #260

Contains Profanity, Gore,  October 22nd, 1985  It’s the disgusting meatloaf again.  Mom always makes it on Tuesday nights.  Maybe I can distract her long enough to feed some to Rover.  I break the silence with a question Mama hates to answer. “Mama, what happened to Dad? I know you said he ran away but why? I wanna know the whole story.” I watch Mama sigh, holding her head in her hands.  “I've told you this before Marty, it’s a complicated story. I don’t want you worrying about him, he’s out of our life now...

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“First Rival, First Floor” by Poppy LaC.

Submitted to Contest #256

“What floor?”   “First floor.”  I pressed the ‘one’ button, looking him up and down. Everything about him was just so…annoying.  “Like what you see?” “Ew, no. Anyone who's never seen you must be blessed.” I rolled my eyes, watching his eyes narrow. We’ve been in the same hotel for A WEEK! I don’t know if I can even be in the same state as him anymore, he is driving me CRAZY!  “This elevator is taking a while, isn’t it?” He looked at me, then looked away quickly. “That's the one thing we can agree on...” I watched the...

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“Bone Call” by Poppy LaC.

Submitted to Contest #221

(TW: discussions of cancer and hospitalization) The songbirds chirped happily outside of my hospital room, Another day alive. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, waves of pain going through my head. “Miss O’Reilly, are you alright?” I glanced up to see the nurse, “Ah yes, just head pains.” The nurse wrote something on his clipboard, glancing at my heart monitor. Beep. beep. The noise overcame the songbirds. “Right, when is there time for my ‘bone-call?’ I need to tell my husband about my worsening conditions…” I’d pick the cuticle skin off my nails, ...

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“Shirley's Re-Re-Reawakening” by Poppy LaC.

Submitted to Contest #211

Shirley pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, “Now you kids don’t get hurt now!” She’d watch her grandchildren run off into the park. She would open her hardcover version of Red, White, And Royal Blue, plopping onto the wooden bench. “Banana…” The toddler next to her would mumble. “Yes sweetie-pie?” She’d say in a baby-voice, playing with his hands slightly. The baby would go to bite at her hand softly, then drooling on his stroller. “Oh you are so sweet Micah!” “Banana…” Shirley would lean in, then feeling a light tap on her shoulde...

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“Live-Stream ” by Poppy LaC.

Submitted to Contest #210

Arabella tapped her keyboard, her computer screen lighting up as she plopped in her chair. “Another long streaming night…” She muttered under her breath, opening Discord and Twitch. She clicked on her microphone, “Hey guys, welcome back to my stream. Today we’ll just be chilling and doing random things today.” She’d shrug, smiling as she joined a Discord Call. Her gaze would glance over to her comments every once in awhile, seeing stuff such as: @blueskys: These streams are always so relaxing! 🥰 @panda954: since when was ur hair blu? @arab...

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“7-11 Mishaps” by Poppy LaC.

The entrance bell rang as John Smith walked through the door to the 7-11. He’d sigh, putting his hands in his pockets, taking in his bright and messy surroundings. As John walked through the gas station, he noticed the little sharpie drawings staining the shelves. The buzz of the fluorescent lights hummed as he walked slowly through the aisles of junk food. John felt a tap on his shoulder, turning to find an old and tiny man.  “Hello…?” John raised an eyebrow, puzzled.  “Hey kid, wanna buy something?” The man opened his jacket, smi...

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“People-Pleaser” by Poppy LaC.

Submitted to Contest #207

(TW: Slight mention of harassment) Beep beep beep beep. She’d slam her hand onto her alarm clock, nearly breaking it instead of shutting it off.  “Jesus…” Soli would brush her hand back with her hand. She would get up, immediately going to turn on her coffee maker.  “Oh come ON!” She’d groan as she noticed her coffee machine leaking water out of the side. “I already hate today.” Soli muttered under her breath, walking over to her bathroom to get ready. As she hummed a melody under her breath, Soli combed her hair back into a milita...

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“Gossip Grandmas” by Poppy LaC.

Submitted to Contest #200

“Excuse me young sir, you're at our table.” Ruth spat at the teenage boy sitting at their usual table. “So, grandma?” The teenage boy ruthlessly replied. “I was here first, finders keepers losers weepers.” Ruth stomped her walker, “You young man GET out of our seats…or I’ll tell the manager.” “Ruth, calm down. He didn’t do anything-""Oh shut it Sherly. Nobody asked you.” Marge lightly hit Sherly on the back. “Now get out, get!” Marge hit the boy with her cane, smacking him until he left the diner.  “So, what’s the tea?” Marge interlo...

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“If Only She Didn't Sit There” by Poppy LaC.

Submitted to Contest #196

(TW: Sensitive content, guns)“Bye mom, I’ll see you after soccer practice!” My crocs squeaked as I headed out the door. My Jansport backpack bobbed up and down as I walked to the bus stop. The yellow bus creaked loudly, as always. The heavy smell of gasoline had always grossed me out. I've never been able to deal with the nasty, black smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe. I grabbed onto the old, rusty handrails. “When I was a kid, I got tetanus from those.” My old, crusty bus driver announced to me. “Yes, I know. You say that every day.” I j...

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“Trophy” by Poppy LaC.

Submitted to Contest #195

(TW: Gore and Violence) Adrienne slipped on her blue surgical gloves, walking into the morgue she works at. The pitter-pattering of rain made a calming environment unlike the harsh, cold metal room. Her glove squeaked as she pulled out her subject of today: Karie Shiren. Gagging, as always, Adrienne set the stiff, porcelain body on the table. A cut was down the chest, open and rotting. She did her usual routine, checking if any body part was missing or damaged. Midway through the process, she noticed a vital thing. Several of Karie's ribs we...

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