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Barnaby was not an ordinary dog. While other puppies chased tennis balls and napped in sunny patches, Barnaby had a secret. Every night, when the moon climbed high and stars twinkl...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her cracked screen, instagram loading at turtle speed. Another sunset picture from Jordan—the fourth one this week. She tapped the heart anyway, because ...
Lily was swimming in her grandmother's garden pond when something magical happened. The water began to glow golden, and suddenly, a magnificent sphinx rose from the depths! "Greet...
Margaret stood at the edge of the old swimming pool, now cracked and dry, and smiled at the ghost of a memory. Fifty years had passed since that summer—the summer her father taught...
Eleanor sat on her back porch, watching her grandchildren play padel on the converted tennis court. The game was foreign to her—all that quick volleying and soft thwacking of paddl...
Lumi was the smallest lightning bug in all of Whisper Valley, but she had the biggest secret. Unlike all the other bugs who could glow bright and steady, Lumi's light flickered and...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in her curly hair. The straightener had died mid-section, leaving her with this half-frizzy, half-sleek monstrosity. Perfect. Tonight...
Chloe's dad worked for the cable company, which meant two things: their basement was a graveyard of coaxial cables and ethernet cords, and she had technically-free premium channels...
The bull suit smelled like three years of sophomore sweat and desperation. Jake zipped it up, the fake fur sticking to his arms, and checked himself in the gym mirror. The tryouts ...
At seventy-three, Martha never imagined she'd be standing on a padel court, racket in hand, watching her grandson Rico serve. The ball bounced against the glass wall with a satisfy...
Lila loved to **spy** on the magical creatures that lived in her garden. Every morning, she would hide behind the big oak tree and watch them dance in the morning dew. One day, sh...
Finnegan was a small orange fox with curiosity bigger than the forest itself. Every morning, he would trot along the winding path behind his den, nose twitching with excitement. To...