Sarah felt as though the clinic’s white, clean walls were closing in on her. Her world had consisted of waiting rooms, empathetic but ineffective nurses,
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The Son of the Maid and the MillionaireAs a prank, the wealthy asked her maid’s Black son to play chess.She was unaware that he had
After a full day of training exercises, sailors trickled in for supper, and the mess hall was alive with the normal evening bustle. There were
It started off like any other morning until my phone rang at an oddly early hour. My sister’s voice was worn out and weak on
The Typical Morning RoutineI opened the small café on the corner of Elm Street every morning before the sky had completely changed color due to
Over Portland that night, sheets of rain fell—cold, unending, and loud enough to drown out everything else. Daniel Harris, a single father, clutched his flimsy
A web of lights, an ocean of aspiration glittering against the darkness, was the result of Meridian Global Systems’ glass skin swallowing the night in
The final dispute was the spark that ignited the rest. Like so many previous conflicts, it started with money, or rather, the lack of it.
Sitting alone at a corner table, Adrian Shaw checked his watch for the third time in ten minutes as the cafe’s evening lights flickered against
You can call me Vivian Cross. I am twenty-five years old. A week ago, if you had met me, you would have seen a lady