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Maya's scissors hovered over her reflection in the dead silence of 2:47 AM. The bathroom fluorescents buzzed like an insect trapped in glass. Her waist-length waves—hair she'd spen...
Maya felt like a zombie, her eyes glazed from scrolling through her iPhone until 3 AM. The blue light had hollowed her out, leaving just another sleep-deprivation victim shuffling ...
Maya's hand trembled as she reached for the coaxial cable behind her locker. 402 "You're seriously doing this?" Chloe whispered, her doe eyes wide. "If Tanner catches you, you're ...
Margaret watched from her kitchen window as a russet fox darted through her vegetable garden, the creature's tail flashing like autumn leaves against the morning dew. At seventy-ei...
Sarah arranged the supplements on her mother's nightstand in a careful pyramid: calcium on bottom, vitamin D above it, CoQ10 crowning the top. A geometric temple to the delusion th...
I was running, again. Third time this week. pounding the pavement behind the elementary school, gym shoes squeaking against the asphalt, breath hitching in my chest like it always...
Maya felt like a zombie, her third all-nighter in a row catching up with her during summer break. Her best friend Kai had insisted she come to the country club, claiming there was ...
Lila loved the old beach near her grandmother's house. Every summer, she spent hours swimming in the warm blue water and collecting seashells along the sandy shore. One evening, w...
Margaret woke before dawn, as she had for fifty years. Her knees popped—a familiar symphony of aging—as she shuffled to the kitchen. The morning light caught the silver strands of ...
My lucky baseball cap was basically my emotional support animal. Freshman year, and I was still that kid who'd rather disappear into the bleachers than actually talk to people. So ...
Barnaby was not an ordinary bear. His fur was the color of burnt toast, and he lived in a cozy cave near a sparkling stream that flowed like liquid silver. Every evening, he would ...
Barnaby was not like other bulls. Most bulls on Apple Blossom Farm spent their days stomping and snorting, but Barnaby loved watching clouds and dreaming of adventures. His favorit...