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Lily's cat, Mittens, was no ordinary cat. His fur was the color of storm clouds, and his hair—soft as dandelion fluff—tickled Lily's nose whenever he curled up on her pillow at nig...
Maya's hair looked like a bird's nest after softball practice, but she didn't care. She had bigger problems—like the spinach stuck between her teeth from the smoothie her mom swore...
Emma's dog, Barnaby, was the smallest golden retriever in the neighborhood, but he had the biggest heart. One evening, as thunder rumbled across the sky, Emma followed Barnaby into...
Evelyn tapped the smooth glass screen of her iPhone, her arthritic fingers moving slowly but deliberately. After seventy-eight years, she was learning to navigate this digital sea,...
The papaya sat on her kitchen counter, slowly rotting. Three days since the breakup, and the fruit she'd bought for their breakfast was still there, softening into oblivion. Elena ...
Elena sat in her car, engine idling, watching the house through the rain-streaked windshield. She'd been a corporate spy for fifteen years, extracting secrets from pharmaceutical c...
Emma loved her grandma's old floppy hat. It was purple with patches of flowers on the brim. Every time she wore it, she felt like she could go on adventures. One sunny morning, Em...
Martha poured her morning coffee, the steam rising in familiar patterns. At her feet, Buster the golden retriever let out a soft snore from his bed by the refrigerator. He'd been h...
Maya's mom had decided papaya was the new superfood their family needed, which meant Maya was currently holding a literal bowl of orange mush at Jackson's party. The fruit sat ther...
The cat watched from the windowsill—calico, judgmental—while Marco packed his suitcase. He'd been staying at the padel club late again. 'Just extra practice with the coach,' he'd s...
Maya's palms were sweating literally dripping as she stood at the edge of the pool party where everyone who mattered at Northwood High was hanging out. Her best friend Kiara had dr...
Martha sat in her worn armchair, watching seven-year-old Leo crouch behind the sofa, his eyes wide with feigned terror. "The zombie apocalypse is coming, Grandma!" he announced, st...