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Mara sat on the back porch, her iPhone clutched in her hand like a prayer. The screen glowed with messages she couldn't bring herself to answer—her sister's concerned texts, her bo...
Maya's summer was shaping up to be a total flop—until she found the cable. It was rusted through, strung between two ancient oak trees behind the abandoned mill. Her cousin Jake h...
The neon sign of the bar reflected in the puddle where Marissa stood, her running shoes soaked through. She'd run four miles to get here—four miles of pavement and memory, each ste...
Margaret sat at her kitchen table, the morning sun streaming through the lace curtains she'd embroidered forty years ago. On the porcelain napkin rested her birthday gift from Emma...
Maya's supposed best friend hadn't texted back in three days. Meanwhile, her goldfish—a carnival prize she'd won with Jake two weeks before he decided they were "growing apart"—kep...
Maya stared at the green sludge in her blender. Spinach. Banana. Mango. Her phone buzzed on the counter — Liam had finally invited her to hang out after the padel tournament tomorr...
Lily lived in a house with a big backyard, but she felt lonely. She had no one to play with until the day she found something wonderful. Behind an old shed in her yard, Lily disco...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The weekly pool party at the Jenkins' house was basically social suicide if you bailed, but Maya had a secr...
Barnaby was a golden retriever who loved two things more than anything in the world: running through the meadow and chasing fireflies. Every evening, just as the sun began to paint...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, her heart racing like she'd just chugged three energy shots. The sophomore class summer party. Everyone who mattered would be here, and she ...
Lily was lonely. She had just moved to a new town and hadn't made a single friend yet. One afternoon, while sitting on her front porch, she spotted something peculiar—a fluffy cali...
The papaya sat on the counter, half-eaten, its black seeds scattered like mistakes she couldn't take back. Marcus had brought it home yesterday—some gesture at normalcy, as if trop...