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The C major 7 chord is purple. The F chord is orange. The D minor chord is blue. And the G chord is yellow. This is a short story about Lance. And synesthesia. Well, this is my short story. I am Lance. I sometimes refer to myself in the third person. I’m strange. And I always have been. Or... Continue Reading →
June wasn’t born in June. In fact, she was born on the day of the winter solstice: December 21, 1992. So June was an ironic name, a name that didn’t fit her. She had black straight hair, porcelain skin without the mark of a single freckle, a frail frame, and eyes as black as the... Continue Reading →
*Please note that this piece is pure fiction and not an analysis of COVID-19. In my previous life, I was a viral social media influencer, pushing out content that helped to degrade youth into narcissistic screen addicts. I became famous during the YouTube heyyears of 2015 and 2016. However, my channel suffered a steep decline... Continue Reading →
The summer after my Junior year at college, an intriguing woman would come to the gym I worked reception at. She was beautiful: silky black hair, porcelain white skin, a lean petite frame, and small facial features offset by wide emerald eyes. But it wasn’t her beauty that drew me. What I fell in love... Continue Reading →
I’d like to tell you about the time I first had anal sex. I was twenty-seven and four months into my first relationship[i] with a guy who was my exact type: long, lean, dark shaggy hair, introverted, and artistically stylish...
My name is Emmanuel Ramos Aponte. I was born in Yabucoa, Puerto Rico to an elegant but poor mother, Aurelia Aponte Pérez, and a belligerent and crass alcoholic of a father, Jorge Ramos Ramos, a product of cousin inbreeding.[i] I am less than a month shy of sixty-two-years-old. I live in the Bronx in an... Continue Reading →
“Do you ever wonder how something as simple as tying your shoelace can completely change your life?” “Um, no. Not really,” my some-form-of-a-date replied as he rubbed the remainder of his cigarette onto a dirty plate. “Like, what if I were to tie my shoelace, and in that moment something happened that wouldn’t have happened... Continue Reading →
Julius was a normal teenage boy. He liked the sports other teenage boys liked. He liked the music other teenage boys liked. He liked the movies other teenage boys liked. He liked the subjects other teenage boys liked. He liked the clothes other teenage boys liked. He liked the girls other teenage boys liked. He... Continue Reading →
WeWork’s inability to secure investors for an IPO is a trending topic, with various individuals predicting that it will radically change market psychology. On CNBC, Robert Griefeld claimed that we are now living in a ‘post-WeWork world’[i]- as if human reality has been fundamentally altered by this incident. I agree that WeWork’s massive devaluation could... Continue Reading →