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Marcus stood at his office window on the 44th floor, watching lightning arc across the Chicago skyline like cracks in a dark porcelain bowl. The storm outside mirrored the one in h...
Lily found something shiny in the garden. It was her dad's old iPhone, glowing with a strange purple light! "What's happening?" she whispered. Suddenly, the screen spoke! "Hello,...
The papaya sat on my nightstand, tropical and wrong, like my mom's attempt to make our basement apartment feel like Hawaii. Tomorrow was freshman orientation, and my stomach was do...
The rain started just as I left the office at 9 PM. Typical. The project had dragged on for six months—me playing corporate spy, digging through emails, interviewing terrified empl...
Every morning at 6:47 AM, Elias swallowed his vitamin D supplement with a glass of lukewarm tap water. The ritual had started after Maria left—a small anchor in the unraveling of h...
Eleanor sits in her favorite armchair, the one with the embroidered roses her mother stitched forty years ago. Through the window, morning light spills across the room, catching du...
My heart was doing that thing where it hammer-drops against my ribs like it's trying to break out. Which, honestly, fair. The entire junior class was staring at me from the bleache...
Lily was the only kid in her class with bright orange hair that sparkled like sunset clouds. Every day, children asked, "How did your hair get that color?" Lily just smiled. She di...
Elena sat on her porch, watching her grandson Marcus swim laps in the pool. At seventy-eight, she no longer dove into water with the reckless abandon of her youth, but she remember...
Maya's therapist said she needed to put herself out there. Whatever that meant. So here she was, at Jessica's end-of-summer rager, nursing a lukewarm soda and watching a **goldfish...
The divorce papers sat on the kitchen counter like a small, white gravestone. Marcus couldn't bear looking at them anymore, so he did what he'd done every morning since Elena left:...
Margaret sat on the back porch, her granddaughter's wedding reception unfolding in the yard below. The children were gathered around the old swimming pool—that relic from 1974 that...