From my branches hung pink streamers that danced with the passing wind. The youngest of the Spark children’s birthday had just gone by. The Sparks, before that, had been the Horns, and long before them, the Wrights… so many families had lived in this house. I have remained in this yard for many years, helping each family enjoy their time, offering shade, and giving them a place to lie down and rea...

De mis ramas guindaban serpentinas rosadas que bailaban con el viento que pasaba. Habia pasado el cumpleaños del menor de los hijos de los Spark. Los Spark, antes de eso eran los Horn, mucho antes los Wright... tantas familias habian pasado por este casa, yo me he mantenido muchos años en este patio, ayudando que la familia pase un buen tiempo, tomen la sombra y se acuesten a leer. Por lo general ...

The day everything would end, the promised day. On this day, Lucian was going to fall. Drug trafficking would collapse, and the country would finally be free.

But… how could she possibly carry out such a day if it meant that, once it ended, she would be without him? With what strength could she drag her beloved behind bars?

Just thinking about it only made her want to be selfish and wish for the...

El dia que todo se acabaria, el dia prometido. Este dia Lucian iba a caer. El narco trafico iba a caer y el pais iba a ser libre finalmente.

Pero…como ella iba a poder llevar a cabo semejante dia por delante..si implicaba que al finalizar este… iba a estar sin él? Con que fuerza iba a llevar a su amado tras las rejas?

Pensar en eso solo le hacia querer ser egoista y no querer que llegue el atar...

The blood splattered her pristine white lab coat, leaving a crimson stain that spread like a careless brushstroke.

“Oops,” Hange muttered, glancing at the mark. She decided it didn’t bother her too much; after all, it wasn’t the first stain, nor would it be the last.

She was immersed in an autopsy, working on a body that had arrived at the morgue that morning. Her hands moved with precision, gui...

Alina stared at her phone with an almost desperate intensity, hoping that if she looked at it long enough, she might summon a response. The two little gray checkmarks still indicated that the message had been delivered, but the silence remained overwhelming. Her chest rose and fell at an accelerated rhythm, and her trembling hands clutched at her dress, wrinkling it with every movement. Outside, t...

Dexter’s house was being remodeled, which meant that his family and he had to stay for a few weeks at his grandma’s house. What he loved about being at his grandma’s place was that there were always delicious cookies jar available for him. What he didn’t take into account was that this week there would be another guest in the house, besides his family and him.

—Did you take it?

—Of course not! I ...

The noise around me, the faint light of the streetlights shining like stars.

I’m not supposed to feel lonely, right?

The subtle scent of flowers dancing in the air reminds me of you.

My heart shrinks at the memory of your laughter.

Your eyes.

Your kisses.

Your touch.

I’m surrounded by so many people, yet I only feel you.

I’m surrounded by so many people, yet you’re the only one I miss....

Disclaimer: satire

Well, we’ve reached the end of this wonderful journey together. And what have we learned? Something simple yet life-changing: it’s all in your mind. Yes, I’m serious. Those neurons of yours, firing and rewiring like Christmas lights, are the ones deciding whether you’ll be successful, happy, or just unlucky. You believe me, right?

Throughout these pages, I’ve hammered ho...

Mirtle was in her classroom devouring the book in her hands, a book with a cover showing a big, red apple, just like the ones she always got in her lunchbox.

The book was to help her practice for the spelling bee. Tomorrow, there was a competition, and the grand prize was three tickets to the biggest amusement park in the city. Mirtle’s family was made up of three members: her mom, her dad, and h...