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Arthur sat in his worn armchair, fingers tracing the intricate cable pattern of the sweater Martha had knitted him forty-three winters ago. The wool had thinned at the elbows, but ...
Maya's first day as a sophomore felt like being a zombie without the cool backstory parts. Like, she was barely functioning, but at least zombies didn't have to worry about AP Chem...
Mara stared at the papaya on her desk, its flesh the color of a bruised sunset. Her former friend Sarah had brought it yesterday—'For your health,' she'd said, eyes avoiding Mara's...
Lily loved spending her afternoons by the sparkling lake, always with her iPhone ready to capture perfect photos of dragonflies and lily pads. But today, something magical called t...
Luna was a curious little fox with fur the color of autumn leaves. Every night, she would sneak away from her family's den to gaze at the stars. One evening, she discovered somethi...
Margaret sat on her porch swing, the worn fedora resting on her silver hair like a crown of memories. It had been Thomas's hat—the one he'd worn courting her at the town dance in 1...
In a green valley where the grass whispered secrets, lived a enormous bull named Barnaby. Barnaby wasn't like other bulls who snorted and charged. He had velvet-soft fur the color...
Martin had become a spy in his own marriage. For three days at the Luxor Resort, he'd been watching Elena from behind sunglasses and forgotten magazines, tracking her movements li...
At seventy-eight, Margaret still tended her garden with the same devotion she'd brought to everything that mattered. Her spinach bed—lush, emerald leaves reaching toward morning su...
The bull market had been kind to Marcus. Too kind, perhaps. Three years of uninterrupted gains had swollen his 401(k) and his ego in equal measure. He'd become the kind of man who ...
The fluorescent office lights blurred together in Marcus's vision, another twelve-hour day bleeding into the next. He'd been stealing trade secrets for rival corporations for six y...
The summer afternoon was perfect for a baseball game. Emma and her best friend Leo were practicing near the pond, the sun warm on their faces. They were getting ready for the big n...