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The goldfish had been swimming in the same glass bowl for twelve years, its orange scales dulling like old paint. I watched it do another lap, thinking about how I'd ended up doing...
The sphinx statue in the resort courtyard had been chipped at the nose—something about it made me think of our marriage. Beautiful from a distance, damaged up close. "Are you goin...
Little Barnaby was a small brown bear with very big dreams. Every night, he would climb to the top of the tallest pine tree and look up at the stars twinkling above the forest. But...
Maya's first house party buzzed with bass that rattled the windows and nervous energy she couldn't quite place. She'd spent forty minutes on her hair—curling the strands until they...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She gripped the starting line marker until her knuckles turned white, the plastic digging into her skin. Cross country tryouts. Freshman year. T...
The bull market died at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday, right as I was supposed to be studying for AP Econ. "It's gone," Dad whispered from his office, the glow of five monitors painting h...
Marcus had become a corporate zombie, moving through the glass-walled offices of Symmetry Corp with the hollow-eyed precision of the dead. He spent his days analyzing data patterns...
Leo sat alone on the front steps, watching the other kids play baseball in the park across the street. He wanted to join them, but he was too shy. His fingers traced circles in his...
Leo loved baseball more than anything. Every afternoon after school, he'd grab his glove and run to the park, dreaming of hitting the perfect home run. But Leo had a secret friend—...
Maya stood by the punch bowl like it was her lifeline, which technically it was—nothing says 'I'm definitely not having a panic attack at the Spring Fling' like chugging fruit punc...
Maya loved spinach more than any other food in the world. Every morning, she'd eat a big bowl of fresh spinach leaves from her grandmother's magical garden. What Maya didn't know w...
Eleanor sat on her porch swing, the silver hair that once matched her mother's now catching the morning light. At eighty-two, she'd learned that the best things come to those who w...