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Lily loved three things: her orange cat Marmalade, running through the backyard at sunset, and dreaming about adventures she'd never had. One Tuesday, while examining a strange gl...
Barnaby was no ordinary bull. While other bulls on Green Meadow Farm spent their days munching grass and snoozing under oak trees, Barnaby spent his days gazing longingly at the sp...
Barnaby was a small bear with very big dreams. Every night, he would sit by the sparkling river behind his cave, watching the stars dance on the water's surface. The other bears la...
I was basically a **zombie** by the time I got to Tyler's pool party. Three hours of sleep after binge-watching horror movies will do that to you. My eyes were basically vibrating ...
Elise sat in the aluminum bleachers, her graying hair pulled back in a loose ponytail that had started slipping with the afternoon humidity. Below her, her son stepped up to the pl...
Lily loved exploring her grandmother's backyard, especially the old **pool** that had turned into a magical pond. One sunny afternoon, she noticed something strange near the palm t...
Maya stood at the edge of Jessica's pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The papaya her mom had insisted she bring sat in her bag, making her feel like the biggest lose...
Maya stared at the ethernet cable snaking across her cubicle floor, its blue curve like a frozen wave caught in motion. Outside, lightning fractured the sky in jagged bursts, illum...
Margaret stood at her kitchen counter, the papaya ripe and golden in her weathered hands. At eighty-two, her fingers knew the rhythms of this morning ritual - knife gliding through...
Margaret adjusted the brim of her father's old fedora, feeling the familiar worn leather between her fingers. At seventy-eight, she'd become the unofficial neighborhood spy—not out...
Margaret sat on her porch swing, watching eight-year-old Leo dart through the garden like a spark, his laughter trailing behind him like ribbon. The boy moved with that particular ...
Lily's cat Whiskers was acting strange. Every afternoon, the fluffy orange cat would scratch at the old wooden shed in their backyard, meowing like she'd discovered something wonde...