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The last thing Elena expected to find while packing was the coaxial cable Marcus had brought over three years ago, the night they decided to become "just friends." She held it in ...
The cafeteria table arrangement was basically a pyramid scheme of popularity. Seniors at the top, juniors in the middle, and us sophomores scrambling for the leftovers at the botto...
The sphinx had been his daughter's gift—ceramic, chipped at one ear, painted gold flaking off its serene face. Marcus placed it on the edge of his desk at the university for thirty...
Maya stood at the edge of the corporate pyramid, forty-two years old and feeling like a zombie moving through the motions of success. Her corner office overlooked Chicago, but insi...
Emma loved sitting on her back porch during summer storms, watching the sky dance with light. Her golden retriever, Sunny, always stayed close, his warm fur pressed against her leg...
Maya's been crushing on track star Jordan since seventh period English, but she's stuck in PE, wheezing through the required mile run while he laps everyone like they're standing s...
The cable dangling from the ceiling swayed with the building's imperceptible movement, a black snake tempting me to give up and hang myself. Instead, I coiled it around my forearm ...
Marcus's mom stood in the doorway, holding out the orange monstrosity like it was a peace offering. "You forgot your vitamin D supplement, sweetie. And wear this hat — it's suppos...
Lila loved visiting her grandmother's little cottage by the sea. Every summer, she'd spend hours playing on the warm sand and collecting shiny seashells. But this summer, something...
Elena stood on the porch watching the storm roll in, her father's old fedora pulled low against the mounting wind. At 47, she'd inherited his migraines and his superstition about w...
Martha knelt in her garden, the morning dew still fresh on her spinach plants. At seventy-eight, her knees protested, but some discomforts were worthy sacrifices. She'd grown this ...
Arthur sat in his armchair, watching the rain streak against his window. At seventy-eight, he'd learned that storms were nature's way of forcing us to slow down. On the television...