A Spark in the Scrap

Elara lived in the Scrap Heap, a sprawling city built on the bones of the old world. Towers of discarded metal reached for a sky perpetually choked with orange dust. The air tasted metallic, a constant reminder of what they had lost. The sun, a hazy, weak disc, offered little warmth.

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Between the Pages of Now

“Why can’t we go outside today?” little BB asked, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room.

His grandmother looked up from her rocking chair, the candlelight playing shadows on her wrinkled face. “Because, BB, today is a very special day,” she said, her eyes twinkling with a mysterious glint. “Today, we’re going on an adventure.”

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Coffee Stains and Heartbeats

In the small, sun-kissed town of Kamunting, where the air smelled of honey-sweetened breezes and blooming roses, lived a little girl named Maisie. At just nine years old, Maisie was an old soul trapped in a child’s body, often found sitting with her sketchbook on the porch, drawing the laughter of her family. But beneath her cheerful exterior, Maisie wore a heavy heart, like the worn-out teddy bear she cherished.

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