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Sarah had been a corporate spy for seven years, moving from one pharmaceutical company to another, stealing trade secrets and selling them to the highest bidder. But nothing had pr...
Maya stood at the edge of Jake's pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The Snapchat stories from everyone else looked so effortless—girls in matching bikinis, guys doing...
Maya's parents said goldfish only remember things for three seconds. Standing in Bekah's bathroom at 2 AM, staring at herself in the mirror while muffled bass thumped through the d...
Martha sat on her porch, the afternoon sun warm on her face. At seventy-eight, she found herself measuring time not in hours, but in the slow unfurling of the palm fronds that sway...
Maya's iphone stared at her with the same judgment she felt from everyone else. 3% battery. One charging cable left at the entire party, and Jessica was currently using it to lives...
Lila loved her backyard pool, especially on hot summer days. One afternoon, while eating her lunch of spinach leaves and cheese, dark clouds gathered above. Thunder rumbled like a ...
Luna was a fox with fur the color of autumn leaves and a tail that twitched with curiosity. Every evening, she trotted to the edge of the old garden behind the abandoned mansion, w...
The hotel pool was empty at midnight, the water perfectly still, a black mirror reflecting the approaching storm. Elena sat at the edge, her legs submerged in the chlorine-blue dar...
Arthur sat on his porch watching the sunset paint the sky orange—the same hue as the oranges he used to steal from old Mr. Henderson's tree back in 1958. His granddaughter Emma was...
Emma loved her grandmother's old floppy hat. It was blue with sunflowers around the brim, and Nana said it held special magic. One rainy afternoon, Emma wore the hat while helping...
The padel ball bounced off the glass wall, a sharp crack that echoed like the argument I'd had with Elena that morning. My phone—the new iPhone she'd given me last Christmas—sat si...
Lily loved running through her grandmother's attic, filled with mysterious treasures from around the world. But nothing had ever prepared her for what she found that rainy Saturday...