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The morning sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of my kitchen, casting a golden glow over the countertops. I wiped my hands on the apron tied around my waist, the scent of freshly baked banana…
The afternoon light slanted through the kitchen window, painting stripes across the worn linoleum. Sarah stood by the counter, wrestling with the stubborn clasp of her dress strap. It was a simple sundress, floral cotton,…
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and Mia was feeling restless. The 19-year old beauty lounged around the house in a skimpy white tank top and tiny denim shorts that hugged the mouthwatering curves of…
The house was quiet, as it always was these days. The kind of quiet that settles into your bones and makes you feel like the walls are closing in. I sat on the couch, curled…
The lazy Sunday afternoon stretched before me like a yawn, all slow and still. I was sprawled out on the living room couch, my laptop balanced precariously on my knees. The house was quiet, Mom…
I had just finished getting ready, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting my shirt. I looked good—not to brag, but I’d put in the effort. Tonight was important. Kelly and I had been planning…
“Another one?” Mike slurred, holding up the almost empty bottle of tequila. His eyes were already glazed over, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Honestly, he was such a lightweight. “Duh,” I drawled, snatching…
As the warm bathwater gently lapped against my body, I couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to relaxing in my soft nightgown,…
It all started with a buzz from my phone. Mom? Texting? That was already off the charts. She was a phone call kind of woman, and even then, only if the house was burning down…
I was scrolling through my phone, half-asleep, when my thumb accidentally hit the “send” button. My heart stopped as I read the message I had just sent to my dad. “Oops, sorry Dad! I meant…