In a dark kitchen, bread crumbs, ghosts, and gooseberries.
by Maddy Pauchet on December 10, 2017December 10, 2017
Fiction, and a little airport anxiety.
by William Keiser on December 3, 2016
Fiction, on raising the dead.
by AC Gray on October 10, 2016
Photosynthesis is a sexually transmitted disease.
by Takim Williams on November 21, 2015
Fiction; interrogation. Answers slid off the man’s tongue.
by Lara Norgaard on December 11, 2016December 11, 2016
I want to revisit every city I have been, and take you along this time. Rewrite all the sights, all the memories.
by Aoife Zuria on February 21, 2016February 28, 2016
“how can I cry for someone who doesn’t even know
what’s going on?”
by Liza Milov on April 16, 2017July 20, 2017
When I was fifteen, when my hair was growing down past my collar and my face was fixed into a jaded smirk, Mom and Dad decided it was time to get out. Out of the city; out of sinful, glorious … Read More
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Coming home from the city of sin and freedom.
by Maddy Pauchet on April 19, 2015April 19, 2015
“Even the men, titillated by the brown bags of charcoal, pocketed their lighters and followed her instructions.”
by Peter Schmidt on March 12, 2017March 11, 2017
by Giri Nathan on September 26, 2012March 22, 2013
“A Sunday slumber turned October tastes like cider mixed with tahini.”
by Iris Samuels, Mariachiara Ficarelli on October 22, 2017October 28, 2017
Bot check: What is the name of the res. college that begins with a B?