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Marcus stood at the edge of the diamond, his baseball cleats digging into the dirt like they were trying to escape. Tryouts were tomorrow, and his best friend since third grade, Ja...
Maya adjusted her hair—the orange streak she'd begged her mom to let her dye was finally settling in, though her little brother kept calling her Creamsicle. She stood in front of t...
Marcus stood at the edge of the infinity **pool**, the water's surface reflecting the burning sunset like liquid copper. His fedora — his father's **hat**, really — sat pulled low ...
Arthur sat by the window watching the snow fall, his tea growing cold beside him. At eighty-two, time moved differently—sometimes in flashes, sometimes in the slow stretch of an af...
Arthur sat in his recliner, the morning sun pooling in his lap like a warm cat. At 82, he'd learned that time had a way of tangling things—the past with the present, loss with love...
The braces were supposed to come off next month. Just in time for sophomore year, when everything would finally be different. Instead, I was hiding in the bathroom at Tyler's part...
Arthur sat at the kitchen table, the morning light catching dust motes in the air. His daughter had left the new bottle of vitamin supplements beside his coffee cup—a reminder, she...
Leo had a secret. His pet goldfish, Finny, wasn't like other fish. Every Tuesday at midnight, Finny would float belly-up and move like a tiny zombie fish, swimming backward and mak...
The blister on my palm throbbed as I gripped the bat. I wasn't even supposed to be here — I was a track guy, 400-meter dashes, not this slow-motion chess game that made parents los...
Arthur sat on his porch, the worn straw hat resting on his knee like an old friend. At eighty-two, he'd earned the right to sit and watch the papaya tree grow, though Margaret woul...
Mia loved visiting her grandmother's house, especially the garden behind the old wooden cottage. But one afternoon, she spotted something she'd never seen before—a bright orange pa...
Lily was seven years old, and she had a secret. In the garden behind her house, beneath the weeping willow tree, there was a tiny pond with crystal-clear water. And in that pond li...