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I Cannot Tell a Lie

Posted on January 28, 2010 by Colleen Newport

Lila ruined sitcoms for me forever. Lila ruined chick flicks for me forever. Lila ruined teen books about vacationing bloomers for me forever. Hell, Lila ruined me forever.

Back

Posted on January 25, 2010 by Alex Halpern

He sat on the back porch in a red wooden chair next to his father. The porch was screened in and vines curled around up around the sides. Beyond it was pasture, still green but unfertilized. Byron Whitaker had grown up on this back porch and in that field. Then he’d gone away to war and now he was back.

Apocalypse Now

Posted on January 25, 2010 by Alex Halpern

I, like a lot of my generation, have an unhealthy fascination with the end of the world. Every generation has its bogeyman, be it vampires, werewolves, ghosts or what have you. For us, it’s the zombie, that massive horde of putrefied flesh, those broken teeth looking to bite and convert an unwilling victim into another mindless drone.

Child-eyes

Posted on January 25, 2010 by Colleen Newport

I spent my entire first week of freshman year smelling like beef. My older brother stuck a beef bouillon cube in the shower-head that morning.

Shush!

Posted on January 24, 2010 by Sara Chamberlin

Thanks a ton for ruining my afternoon, dirtbags. All I wanted was to sit here quietly and enjoy a good movie.

Cats and Dogs

Posted on January 19, 2010 by Alex Halpern

I’ve been called a murderer and a saint. I don’t know how they found out about me but my tires have been slashed and some assholes from PETA left a pretty terrible note on my windshield. I don’t hate animals, I never have. I’m not a sociopath. I just recognize that life is finite and it doesn’t do much good to lose any sleep over it.