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Lily's pet goldfish, Finnegan, was not an ordinary fish. Every night when the moon rose, he would swim to the surface of his bowl and whisper secrets in a bubbling voice. "Tonight...
Arthur hadn't set foot on a baseball diamond in forty years, but there he was, standing in the outfield where he and his best friend Mickey had once chased fly balls until their lu...
The pool party at Tyler's house was exactly the kind of social minefield I'd been avoiding all summer. But Maya had promised it would be chill, and somehow I'd let her talk me into...
I watched eight-year-old Toby stagger into the kitchen, eyes glazed, phone glowing in his face like some electronic charm. "Look at him," my daughter Sarah whispered, smiling. "A...
The dog lay on her feet, a warm, heavy anchor as she sat on her balcony, watching the city lights flicker below. Three months since Mark left, and the silence in their apartment ha...
The pool at the Vista Apartments had been drained when she left, a concave crater of blue tile that collected rainwater and dead leaves. Six months later, it remained empty, and Ma...
Lily loved her grandma's attic. It smelled like cinnamon and secrets. Every Saturday, she explored dusty boxes and ancient trunks, searching for treasure. One rainy afternoon, Lil...
Maya's neon orange padel racket felt like a foreign object in her hands—everyone at the club had matching black ones, of course. Her dad had bought it on sale, and the color scream...
Oliver was a small gray cat with bright yellow eyes and a very big dream. While other cats chased mice or napped in sunbeams, Oliver wanted to grow something magical. One autumn a...
Barnaby was a bear with very curious paws. While other bears spent their days sleeping and fishing, Barnaby spent his days exploring. He climbed the tallest trees and investigated ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had existed since before anyone could remember, and Maya had spent her entire freshman year existing comfortably at the bottom—somewhere near t...
The papaya sat rotting on the counter, its once-vibrant orange flesh now collapsing into itself like a marriage nobody bothered to save. Maya hadn't touched it since returning from...