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The pool was empty at 5 AM, which was why Elena chose it. She needed the water to hold her secrets. As she cut through the lane, each stroke a sentence in the letter she'd never se...
Luna was a curious little fox with bright orange fur and twitchy ears. Every morning, she would wake up and stretch her paws, ready for adventure. One sunny day, while exploring th...
Maya's brain felt like actual mush. Three weeks of finals, zero sleep, and now she was fully operating in zombie mode. Her hair was in a messy bun that hadn't moved since Tuesday, ...
Lily loved baseball more than anything. Every afternoon after school, she'd grab her favorite bat—the one with sparkly blue tape on the handle—and head to the empty field behind he...
Maya's pocket buzzed again. Her iphone was practically vibrating off the table, but she couldn't look. Not with Jordan watching her from across the cafeteria like he was decoding h...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket, a lifeline she couldn't quite reach. Jake's basement party pulsed with cheap bass and cheaper confidence, everyone moving with that practiced ea...
Maya traced the lifeline on her palm, the skin there creased from three years of entering data into spreadsheets that nobody would ever read. She felt like a zombie going through t...
Barnaby was a bear with very big, very fluffy hair. It stuck up in every direction, like a golden brown cloud that had exploded on his head. "Barnaby!" called his friend Lila the ...
Maria stood at the bathroom counter, the morning light filtering through the frosted window, turning everything gray. She picked up her vitamin bottle — the one David had started b...
The plastic bag contained three goldfish—orange comets swimming in their own temporary universe, bought on impulse from the pet store down the block. Elena pressed the bag against ...
Marcus swallowed the **vitamin** D supplement with his cold coffee, his eyes never leaving the spreadsheet that had become his entire world. Forty-two years old and he already felt...
Arthur sat on the back porch, watching seven-year-old Leo chase after the old golden retriever. The dog—Molly, wasn't it?—moved with patient enthusiasm, letting the boy believe he ...