My ex Malcolm and I have a relationship of false starts. When he and I wish to start trying again to become a we — hoping that somehow our years of dates eventu...
Eliza had a sneaky look on her face, like she’d done something bad. “I have something to tell you,” she said. We were in the teachers’ lounge while the kids wer...
The lobby was everything the recruitment video promised: moss walls, bleached oak accents, air that smelled faintly of lavender. A woman with a fashionably over...
They first knocked on Tuesday, softly, like fingernails on Tupperware.
Marta was hunched over her kitchen table eating cold oatmeal with a chipped spoon. She...
“It’s time to get away from all of this,” Erick says sternly to himself. Closing the door behind him, Erick walks barefoot across the hardwood floor toward his ...
Traffic was an unprecedented miracle and he is only thirty minutes late. He is furious at the efficiency until he sees that Sue is already there.
The restaur...
My idea was to throw one final going away party for Juul pods.
They’d been banned by one of California’s highest courts, or something like that. Heavily regu...
The night was still. So still, that when Alyssa gazed up, she felt like she was looking at the moon reflected on a dark surface of water, rather than at the sky...
It was the night of my 23rd birthday. I sat in the bathtub, covered in its blood and my own, unable to decipher where mine started, and where its began.
Just...
Unaware my feet still were coated in sand, I crawled under his bed sheets.
“I’m so sorry,” I squealed, brushing the granules onto the floor, collecting into ...
The first black metal album is considered to be Bathory’s ‘Under the Sign of the Black Mark’. Here, we see the emblems that come to be staples of the genre, thr...
“Eight of swords.” I can’t tell if the dealer recognizes the unlikelihood of the pull. It keeps happening. Over, and over, and over. Eight of swords, eight of s...
My cousin dragged me to Detroit to meet his fiancé and for some reason—ill or well-intentioned, I’m not sure, though sureness is what I’m seeking—they paid for ...
There was something of a suicide cluster at the high school. It started with William Talbot, a thin red-haired junior who was sort of an outcast type kid. Liste...
When people asked (or even if they didn’t), Ethan described The Check Mates’ sound as “cerebral dance music”. He didn’t know any bands that made better use of e...
We’d always get together before going under ice, and though most of us had done it a dozen times or more, hypersleep still made plenty of us anxious. To relax o...
(an informal report delivered to the New York Folklore Society at Binghamton University, 13/9/2015)
The date was August 9th, 1998. A call comes into the emerg...
The first story my boyfriend told me was of his ego death at the age of seventeen along the Pacific Coast Highway. It was 2015 when his ego died, and his parent...
You get used to it after a while, thinking in the ones and zeros. The black and white of a corporate life, shuttled from room to room with the white, fluorescen...
Dr. What’s-Her-Face is so pushy, always on my case to write it down. The thing. What happened when I was fourteen. At drama camp. Wow, six years ago. My shrink ...
I was six the first time I saw The Neverending Story and experienced the totemic tearjerker scene. My dog was two. His name was Murphy. He was a happy, loyal an...
Russell has been trying to find a job for months. The problem isn’t that he can’t get interviews. Russell worked as a project manager for a few years before get...
My mother took a week off work to make the journey to Port Nix, her mother’s hometown, even though it was only a day-and-a-half away by car.
“I haven’t decid...
I ordered the Chinese combo option the night the revolution was televised. I would have given it an Up High, because it was free, but I’m gonna give it a Mid be...
Another woman, older, possibly sixty, dressed in a black and white sweater suit that matched her curly, salt and pepper hair, entered the office.
“Ah! And t...
On an evening in late spring, she sat down at her desk and wrote, “Never again will he ask me, ‘What do you want?’” She paused, frowned, passed her fingers over...
In hindsight he knew he should have wrecked her engagement. She gave him every cue imaginable: inviting him over while her fiancé was at work, riding on the ba...
Dori’s house smelled like pizza bagels in the morning, just like it always had in the afternoon, but the upholstered sectional shimmered differently when blanke...
The Designer of Experiences reflects on the various experiences they have designed. Each a unique narrative spun out across the screen, each a series of escalat...