Thursday, November 5
Instead of leaning about people, their interests, and their quirks, I had settled for a series of incongruous stop and chats, in which personalities were exchanged merely on the side of quips.
By Hayley Altabef
Wednesday, November 4
How I savored that shrill- / Voiced excuse echoing in our / Bedroom but it was of / No use; it wouldn’t do.
By Rachel Hoffman
Wednesday, November 4
One man's attempt to write a love letter.
By Jessica Tackett
Tuesday, November 3
A senior's brush with Jonathan Franzen launches him into existential somersaults.
By Sam Allard
Tuesday, November 3
Even super heroes who work at Starbucks have girl problems.
By Gursimran Singh
Monday, November 2
The marginal effects of your Facebook fans and statuses.
By Lex Singer
Monday, November 2
The sirens hadn’t been on when the policemen drove up to the bar, but now they screamed through the night.
By Karishma Bhatt
Monday, November 2
Celebrating Halloween Parisian-style.
By Stephanie Hu
Sunday, November 1
A day in the life of a construction worker.
By Eric Felland
Thursday, October 29
You could be dressing up like a dinosaur, trick or treating or chowing down your candy. Instead, you're here. Studying.
By Dan Camponovo
Tuesday, October 27
A dream of creatures and cravings.
By Lindsey Kratochwill
Monday, October 26
The stranger reaches out blindly/ Toward the illuminating door.
By Edwin Rios
Sunday, October 25
I hear the whispers in the wind/ that aren't alone in watching me.
By Hira Khan
Thursday, October 22
A New Yorker's meditation on lemon poppy seed muffins, her father, and the city blocks they walked together each day.
By Sophia Lazare
Thursday, October 22
Ever wonder what it's like sharing the same name an an arch-villian? Just ask Lex.
By Lex Singer