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The apartment was quiet except for the sound of cardboard tape being ripped—that harsh, tearing sound that marks the end of something. Elena sat on the floor, sorting through seven...
Maya stood by the pool, clutching her Vitaminwater like a lifeline. The end-of-summer party raged around her — music thumping, people screaming into the deep end, someone definitel...
Maya's cafeteria stakeout operation was going south—fast. Slouched in a corner booth with her dad's old fedora pulled low, she'd spent three weeks playing amateur **spy**, gatherin...
Arthur sat in his worn wingback chair, the morning sun pooling on his oak table. Beside his coffee sat the iPhone his daughter had insisted he keep—"so we can FaceTime, Dad." The s...
Arthur sat on his screened porch, the worn rocking chair creaking beneath him like an old friend. His granddaughter Mindy, twelve and curious, traced the lines on his open hand wit...
Maya's hair had seen three different colors this semester alone. Currently, it was a panicked orange—definitely not the sunset auburn she'd aimed for when she'd dumped the dye box ...
Lily loved visiting her grandmother's cottage near the Whispering Woods. One sunny afternoon, she was playing with her grandmother's old iphone when it suddenly began to glow with ...
Lily loved swimming more than anything. Every evening, she'd slip into her neighborhood pool just as the sun began to set. The water would turn all golden and sparkly, like swimmin...
Margaret stood by the kitchen window, peeling an orange whose zest perfumed the air with memories of her mother's Sunday mornings. At 78, she'd learned that the smallest scents cou...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually grossly sweaty — as she clutched her orange soda can, condensation dripping down her fingers. She was seventeen, she should not be this ...
Timmy loved thunderstorms. Most children hid under blankets when the sky turned dark, but Timmy pressed his nose against the window, waiting for the magic. One evening, as he ate ...
Elena stood before the glass wall of the forty-second floor, watching the storm tear at the Chicago skyline. Lightning fractured the sky, illuminating the pyramid-shaped building a...