The Riddle of Freshman Year
Maya's hair had betrayed her. Sometime between third period and lunch, her perfectly straightened layers had morphed into a frizzy disaster that made her look like she'd stuck her ...
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Maya's hair had betrayed her. Sometime between third period and lunch, her perfectly straightened layers had morphed into a frizzy disaster that made her look like she'd stuck her ...
Maya stood at the baseline of the padel court, her borrowed racquet feeling alien in her grip. The popular kids—Chloe, Ethan, and their perfectly curated entourage—had invited her....
Arthur sat on the wrought-iron bench, his fedora resting beside him like an old friend who'd seen better days. At seventy-eight, he didn't wear it much anymore—casual hats had repl...
Maya's hands trembled as she gripped her iPhone, the blue light illuminating the single most catastrophic notification of her sophomore year: three new tags in photos she couldn't ...
I'd been running on three hours of sleep and an unhealthy amount of Mountain Dew, which explains why I looked like a zombie when Lily finally noticed me at the party. The girl I'd ...
Elena sat at the hotel bar, her reflection in the mirror behind the bottles showing strands of silver infiltrating her once-ruddy hair. Forty-two years old and still ordering spina...
Lily loved the old palm tree that stood like a guardian at the edge of her backyard. Every evening, she and Barnaby, her spotted dog with ears like soft pancakes, would sit beneath...
Maya's hair was supposed to be beach-waved perfection, but the humidity at Camp Pinecrest had other plans. By day three, her carefully crafted Instagram aesthetic was looking more ...
Barnaby was a small brown bear with very big dreams. Every night, he looked at the stars and wondered what lay beyond his forest home. One morning, Barnaby followed a sparkling ca...
Elena stood on the balcony of the corporate retreat center, pyramid-shaped structure looming against the desert sunset like some ancient monument to hubris. Inside, the networking ...
Leo loved being a spy. Every afternoon, he'd sneak through his garden with his magnifying glass, discovering all of nature's tiny secrets. He knew exactly where the ladybugs slept ...
Maya's first mistake was letting Emma talk her into the padel tryouts. "It's basically tennis but cooler," Emma had said, already dressed in her cute pink skirt. Maya stood there i...