The Unraveling
Okay. Got it. Here’s the start. I’m leaning into the melancholy, the quick shift, and aiming for that teen audience. Here we go… The dust tasted like regret. Rhys spat, the grit clinging to his tongue. Elestrie hadn’t just faded;…
Young Adult
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The Bloom
The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold beneath Fi’s elbows. Steam rose from her coffee, blurring the fluorescent lights above. She watched the rain smear the city outside, mirroring the gray cloud hanging over Leo. “You look like…
The Glitch in the System
The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt gritty under Leo’s elbows. He stabbed a french fry with enough force it nearly bounced off the plate. Across from him, Maya traced the rim of her water glass, her knuckles white.…
The Blooming Wait
The chill bit, even through Gwen’s gloves. Frost orchids. Not the pale, brittle kind you found clinging to dying branches, but shimmering, almost *alive* with an inner light. Each petal pulsed with a lavender glow, mirroring the bruised twilight sky.…
The Exceptions
The rusted gate groaned open, spitting flakes of silver paint. Six of us. Six mistakes Silverthorn Prep hadn’t bothered filtering out. Rain slicked the manicured lawns, reflecting the gothic spires like broken glass. We weren’t supposed to *be* here. Not…