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Luna was no ordinary cat. With bright purple fur and messy hair that stuck up in every direction, she lived in the most enchanted garden in the world. Behind Luna's favorite sunflo...
Jordan's Labradoodle, Buster, nudged her hand with that wet-nose desperation that said *please pay attention to me, your social life is imploding and I'm the only one who gets it.*...
Marcus had been running for twenty years. Running through glass corridors, running up ladders that led only to more ladders, running toward a finish line that shifted every time he...
Maya's mom had chopped her hair into a disaster zone the night before sophomore year. The kind of butchered bob that screamed I gave up somewhere around the second inch. Maya spent...
My hair was doing that thing again—that catastrophic frizz that said, "Yes, I'm uncool, and yes, everyone can see me from space." I stood at the edge of the resort pool, clutching ...
Lily loved her purple hat more than anything in the world. It had silver stars that sparkled in the sunlight, and it made her feel brave. But she didn't know it was truly magical u...
Clara found another gray hair in the mirror—third one this week—and wondered if this was what her mother meant when she said marriage would age her. She and Marcus had become somet...
Fin was a small goldfish who lived in a round blue pool in Grandma's backyard. Every day, she swam in lazy circles around her little plastic castle, watching the clouds float by in...
The office had become a tomb of fluorescent lights and quarterly reports, and Maya moved through it like a zombie, her body present but her soul three states away. She hadn't slept...
Marcus was tired of being the guy who blended into the linoleum floors of Roosevelt High. So when sophomore year started, he made a plan: join cross country. At least if he was run...
Margaret stood on the back porch, watching her grandson dive into the **pool** where three generations had learned to swim. The **water** churned turquoise as young Timmy surfaced,...
The pool at the Mirage glowed with that artificial turquoise radiation, like something radioactive and beautiful. Sarah stood at its edge at 2 AM, her margarita forgotten on a tabl...