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Leo's first week at Northwood High felt like trying to climb a pyramid made of Jell-O—impossible, humiliating, and way too public. The cafeteria alone had a social structure more c...
Barnaby was a bull with a big dream. While other bulls on the farm spent their days sleeping in the shade, Barnaby wanted to be an adventurer. Every night, he would watch through ...
Lily was the girl who could talk to animals. Her best friend was Barnaby, a scruffy golden dog with one floppy ear and a heart full of adventures. One sunny afternoon, Lily and Ba...
Lila was the best spy in her whole school — at least in her own imagination. With her binoculars made from toilet paper rolls and her cape made from an old bedsheet, she snuck thro...
Eleanor stood at the edge of the backyard pool, watching her grandson Marcus splash about with the exuberance of youth. At eighty-two, she no longer swam, but she remembered how th...
Lila loved visiting her grandmother's cottage in the valley. Behind the old stone house lay a garden that seemed to shimmer with magic, especially at sunset when the sky turned pur...
The bull-eyed stare of Derek's computer monitor hadn't changed in three hours. Neither had Derek. He'd become something else since the merger—a corporate zombie moving through fluo...
Arthur sat at the oak table that had served four generations of breakfasts, his granddaughter Emma's iphone glowing beside his worn leather hat. The device still startled him—how s...
Leo loved baseball more than anything. Every day after school, he'd grab his glove and run to the park, dreaming of hitting the perfect home run. But today was different. As Leo r...
The pool deck smelled like chlorine and anxiety, which was basically my entire sophomore year summed up in two distinct fragrances. I clutched my towel like a lifeline, watching th...
At seventy-eight, Margaret had become the spy of her own backyard. Not the glamorous kind from those old movies she watched with Arthur—before the Alzheimer's took him—but the quie...
Martha walked through the office like a zombie, her body moving on autopilot while her mind remained somewhere back in the hospital room, three weeks ago. The fluorescent lights hu...