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You Believe photo
January 24, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

You Believe

Griffin McPartland

A Brief History of a Room photo
January 18, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Brief History of a Room

Ahmad Adedimeji Amobi

I packed into this room during my second year's semester break of university. For all the years before, I slept with my mother upstairs. Our building is a three-story building built with rocks and

City of Light photo
January 17, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

City of Light

S. Elizabeth Sigler

When Harrison came back to work two days later he handed me a piece of notebook paper that had been folded into a perfect square. On the outside it read: a reply, as promised…

272-DATE photo
January 11, 2021 | Nonfiction

272-DATE

Sarah Sweeney

Before the landline was obsolete, Nathan and I lived for late night 272-DATE commercials, our city’s own hotline of lust. You had to be 18 or older to call and of course we weren’t, yet I knew to make

Without A Happy Ending photo
January 10, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Without A Happy Ending

Sara Tabin

The diary didn’t have many entries, but it revealed how lonely Sarah had felt.

The Priest photo
January 7, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Priest

Adam Gianforcaro

He didn’t even try to hide it. This subtle grooming disguised as a peace offering. Young and cool and cultured, he was the new priest from the Mediterranean, with an accent and a peculiar way of

The First Execution photo
January 6, 2021 | Nonfiction

The First Execution

Scott Laudati

For a few years, before Carl’s dad won a scratch-off ticket and no one ever saw him again, I called Carl my best friend.

Spark Hunter: Secret Life of a Matchmaker photo
January 5, 2021 | Nonfiction

Spark Hunter: Secret Life of a Matchmaker

Anuja Varghese

Hey girl, heard you’re on the job hunt—and the place I work is hiring! It’s a bit weird, but… Do you want to be a matchmaker? 

Club Tabu photo
January 4, 2021 | Nonfiction

Club Tabu

Jillian Luft

We lost my dad somewhere under the blacklights of Club Tabu.

A List of Good Enough Things photo
January 3, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

A List of Good Enough Things

Shreya Vikram

My happiest memories all involve an intense desire to be strangled. 

Verdugo photo
January 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

Verdugo

Mackenzie Moore

I do not want to talk about how I need to drink more water. The Doctor in Her Eighth Year of Practice has already told me, in so many words, that the life I save might be my own.

The Distance Between photo
December 31, 2020 | Nonfiction

The Distance Between

Jared Povanda

This boy has never been in love. He takes his phone to bed, a ghost or a third hand, he can’t say. Can anyone, anymore, the world being what it is? 

He yearns as the hours creep. Desperate to mimic

i want you to love me lyrics - Google Search photo
December 30, 2020 | Nonfiction

i want you to love me lyrics - Google Search

emilie kneifel

after fiona apple

i've waited many years— i didn’t know i was waiting— my myself waited til no one was looking, and it ran, and it ran and— 

all my selves run from me. when i look up they’re

Hug Your Mad photo
December 29, 2020 | Nonfiction

Hug Your Mad

Sarah Fawn Montgomery

Mama says mad freezes your face, so little girls with feelings be careful. Anger shows ugly over time, lines between your brows or pulling down the corners of your mouth. Girls should smile, say

Hockenheimring photo
December 28, 2020 | Nonfiction

Hockenheimring

Sam Farahmand

On Sunday morning, at eight central in middle Tennessee, I watch the Grand Prix. This season is the 70th anniversary of the FIA Formula One World Championship, which feels like enough of a reason to

Parking Lot Neon photo
December 27, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Parking Lot Neon

Ryan Norman

Maybe I’d hang out in the locker room and find someone who would treat me better. Maybe I’d go to Taco Bell and eat in the parking lot.

X-Mas in Orlando 2019 photo
December 25, 2020 | Nonfiction

X-Mas in Orlando 2019

Michael Wheaton

We’re spinning Vince Guaraldi’s soundtrack for A Charlie Brown Christmas in our den, a small extension the previous owner built by dry-walling in the original porch's 1959 concrete border. We erected

On Transatlantic Shame  photo
December 22, 2020 | Nonfiction

On Transatlantic Shame 

I.S. Jones

1955

Nothing is earned unless something is lost. You lost your father in a car accident, as mommy explained. You are less than a year old and don’t have language for anything, much less grief. The

The Van Man photo
December 20, 2020 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Van Man

Elizabeth Morgan

When Michael left for the West, I experienced what in Portuguese is known as saudade, an intense nostalgia for a person.

When the World Was Ending, We Wore the Cornrows. We Twisted our Coils, and We Waited photo
December 17, 2020 | Nonfiction

When the World Was Ending, We Wore the Cornrows. We Twisted our Coils, and We Waited

Exodus Oktavia Brownlow

Why are we so very unwanted, but somehow always wanted by the worst of things?

Grip photo
December 16, 2020 | Nonfiction

Grip

Connor Goodwin

The first time I went rock climbing, I lasted 30 minutes.

Everybody’s Out on the Run Tonight photo
December 15, 2020 | Nonfiction

Everybody’s Out on the Run Tonight

Matt Mitchell

We listened to the fathers sitting on the front porch of Hurd’s, smoking cigarettes and talking baseball until sundown. It was our one final glimpse of our world before it was rebuilt.

Bodrum photo
December 13, 2020 | fucked up modern love essays

Bodrum

C. R. Resetarits

I smile now, waiting, always waiting, for you to reappear and remember me ...

Most Accurate, Most Deadly photo
December 10, 2020 | Nonfiction

Most Accurate, Most Deadly

Hannah Seidlitz

I once let the person I loved prick my ribcage with a needle a thousand times so I wouldn’t forget. A collection of dots arcing messily into two black brackets.

Neon; Regret:
Lucio Fontana’s “Walking the Space” photo
December 2, 2020 | Nonfiction

Neon; Regret: Lucio Fontana’s “Walking the Space”

Amanda Goldblatt

I am writing you now from a city we scored with nomadic walking fourteen months ago. During that trip I had been ill. 

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