Stories by Eric Felland
The wracked-out mind, we found out, vainly strives -- devising binding ends it thinks it fits.
One student joins a political protest, though he may not have the convictions to hold out.
One writer discusses the existential questions late-night runs to Burger King can raise.
One writer reminisces about his hometown, 1984 and the changing tenants of a particular storefront.
In an alternate reality, Tori Murden McClure confesses all, from humble gym beginnings to competitive bodybuilding victories.
On the Red Line, going south, I looked out the window to see for myself.
Unlike my exhibitionist microwave, who deliberately spins every icy tater tot slowly as though it were a diamond in a jewelry infomercial.
Maybe it's the harsh climate that makes people a little more patient with each other.