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Luna was a magical cat with fur that sparkled like tiny stars. She lived in a house at the edge of the Whispering Woods, where she belonged to a kind girl named Mia. Every night, L...
The papaya sat on the granite counter, its skin mottled with violent bruises, sweet flesh turning to memory. Elena stood before it, knife hovering. Three years they'd shared this k...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed with pyramid scheme after pyramid scheme flooding the group chat. The Baseball Team Group Chat—where she'd somehow ended up despite never touching a bat...
Maya stood against the wall at Chloe's house party, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The battery was at 4%, and no amount of willing it to stay alive would change that. Typica...
Sarah smoothed the sleek bob she'd spent forty minutes perfecting, the stylist's shears having severed the last of the waist-length waves that used to announce her arrival before s...
The summer before sophomore year, Marco decided to throw the pool party to end all pool parties. I stood by the snack table, clutching a red plastic cup, pretending I wasn't intern...
Maya regretted the blue hair dye immediately. Like, immediately. What was supposed to be "subtle teal highlights" turned out more "toxic waste spill." She spent twenty minutes in f...
Sophie loved her wild, curly hair. It bounced when she walked and fuzzed like a dandelion when she ran. One hot afternoon, she followed a butterfly deep into the woods until she fo...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be lit, but Maya stood at the edge of the deck in her oversized t-shirt, clutching her towel like a shield. Everyone else was alre...
The spinach had gone slimy in the vegetable drawer, much like everything else between us. I stood in the kitchen of the apartment we'd shared for seven years, watching his silhouet...
The fox appeared at dusk, a rust-colored shadow slipping between the high-rises. Elena watched it from her balcony, nursing a glass of orange wine that caught the last light. At 47...
Marcus sat in the back of Mr. Henderson's art class, his sketchbook open to yet another failed drawing of a sphinx. It looked like a cat with a human face that had seen better days...