I stand at the end of the diving board, my toes curled around the rough edge.

Mr. Johnson worked at the bank.

No one is as heroic as you.

I’ve got your nose!

I’m your old stuffed animal you sometimes forget.

What do you say when ‘thank you’ isn’t enough?

My cousin may recount this story differently, but this is how I remember it.

Where do butterflies go when they’re between where they started and where they’re meant to be?

There’s a ghost in my camera who wants to come out.

Let them eat cake!

All it takes for the Jenga tower to come crashing down is the removal of one wrong block.