Stories by Eric Felland

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The wracked-out mind, we found out, vainly strives -- devising binding ends it thinks it fits.

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One student joins a political protest, though he may not have the convictions to hold out.

Eric Felland,

A day in the life of a construction worker.

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One writer discusses the existential questions late-night runs to Burger King can raise.

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One writer reminisces about his hometown, 1984 and the changing tenants of a particular storefront.

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In an alternate reality, Tori Murden McClure confesses all, from humble gym beginnings to competitive bodybuilding victories.

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How a fire alarm popped one writer's Northwestern bubble.

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On the Red Line, going south, I looked out the window to see for myself.

Eric Felland,

Unlike my exhibitionist microwave, who deliberately spins every icy tater tot slowly as though it were a diamond in a jewelry infomercial.

Eric Felland,

Maybe it's the harsh climate that makes people a little more patient with each other.

Eric Felland,

1000-foot bergs are making their way toward the orange-glowing, Mexican-mural splashed industrial valley.