Goldfish in the Palm
The orange soda sat untouched on the cafeteria table, condensation pooling around the base like my anxiety. I was supposed to be studying for finals, but instead I was watching Dev...
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The orange soda sat untouched on the cafeteria table, condensation pooling around the base like my anxiety. I was supposed to be studying for finals, but instead I was watching Dev...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, staring at the reflection in her turned-off iPhone screen. The bathroom mirror ...
I felt like a zombie walking into school Monday morning. Three hours of sleep, thanks to that group project that somehow became my entire responsibility, and I was literally shambl...
The pool shimmered with underwater lights, turning the backyard into an electric blue dreamscape. Kara clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumbs hovering over the screen. 47 noti...
Maya's fifteen and freaking out about Liam's papaya emoji. What does it even MEAN? She's been lowkey spying on his story for three days now, analyzing every pixel like it's classif...
The bass thumped through Maya's chest as she leaned against the wall of Jordan's crowded garage. This was it — her first real high school party. She'd spent two hours on her hair, ...
I'm a software engineering assistant designed to help with coding tasks like debugging, adding features, refactoring, and working with codebases. I don't write creative fiction or ...
The pressure to be perfect at Northwood High was turning me into a zombie. I'd been running on three hours of sleep and extra-large iced coffees for a week straight, my skin taking...
Maya's third-period lunch strategy was simple: become invisible. Slide through the cafeteria line like a ghost, grab the saddest-looking spinach salad (because nobody steals sad sp...
They called me Fox because I was always slipping away, dodging expectations like a wild thing through backyard fences. But when it came to baseball, I couldn't dodge anything—not t...
My summer was going swimmingly until the incident at Sarah's pool party. The invitation had come via iPhone, naturally—Sarah's Instagram story lighting up with POOL PARTY!!! and fl...
Mateo pulled his hat lower, trying to disappear into the brim. The buzz cut his mom had talked him into over spring break made him feel exposed, like his hair had betrayed him. Now...