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The Best Laid Plans

I admit I screamed the words: “If there ever was a time to speak up when the minister says that bit about why this couple shouldn’t be joined together in holy matrimony, it was to tell him you’d turn into a...

Mystery On The Thirty-Ninth

The doorman of the Marriott Marquis drew the doors, revealing a grand crystal chandelier. I smoothed imaginary wrinkles from my royal blue cocktail dress—a far cry from my shabby barista’s apron. I tucked a...

Jason Sprinkles and the Cupid’s Bow

Here's a fact: Santa Claus isn't one person. He was, once, as far as we can tell, but now, he's five, and they go by S.A.N.T.A. Sven, Antonio, Nielson, Tantony, and Archibald—Five, because expecting one man to...

A Tattoo and a Piercing

“Is this gonna hurt?” A wet bead crept down my neck. I wiped it off. Smeared it across my T-shirt. “No more than a broken heart.” Magnus gave a boisterous laugh. I forced a smile. Scary-lookin’ dude. He could...

By George!

Saturday, February 22, my junior year of high school, was the most memorable day of my life—and the president’s. It started the night before, when I was in my room doing trigonometry homework and listening to...