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I walk into Java Joe’s, one of New York’s 24/7 cafés, at 11:15 pm, dead on my feet but determined to get this over with. I don’t know...

Jesus, can these people walk any slower?! I dodge left, then right, trying to get around the gaggle of gawking tourists clogging the...

You’d think I’ve downed six cups of coffee from how antsy I am. Emily keeps shooting me annoyed, frustrated looks, but I can’t bring...

It turns out Runway really can’t function without Miranda. In the week and a half since Paris, Miranda scrapped the entire upcoming...

Paris was chaos, but New York is colder. I shove through the apartment building’s heavy glass door, hauling two overstuffed suitcases....

“Don’t be ridiculous, Andrea, everybody wants this.” The flashes of the cameras are blinding, like lightning strikes in the dark interior...

What does it mean to be? If you were expecting a simple answer, I have bad news.  The first thing that might come to mind is Hamlet’s...

Growing up as a girl is confusing.  I was told, “Reach for the stars, even YOU can become president!” (Evidently not.)  At the same time,...

My phone hasn’t made a sound in days. Not even a scam call. Not even a wrong number.  I keep it fully charged, the ringer on and set to...

I’ve often wished for a button I could slam my palm against and—poof—men are a thing of the past. The ultimate lesbian dream. “But...

Gabriel spun lazily in his swivel chair, staring up at the ceiling. I hate Customer Support,  he thought. It’s always the same questions....

DM Notes by God, Creator of the Universe, Reluctant Dungeon Master Campaign Title:   The 21st Century Is a Dumpster Fire Session Log:  ...

Phone calls are the worst.  But at least you can slam a receiver down (or, okay, dramatically press "end call"). A text? Once it’s out...

DM Notes by God, Creator of the Universe, Reluctant Dungeon Master Campaign Title:   The 21st Century Is a Dumpster Fire Session Log:   I...

Unknown: Francis, how many times do I have to tell you, you cannot just drop the F-slur!  Mark: Um ... I think you have the wrong...

“The detectives on the scene recovered what they believed to be the murder weapon. A modified handgun, its muzzle covered by a plastic...

Did I make the right choice?  I ask myself, looking down at them. No matter when or where I turn my gaze, blood soaks the earth. On open...

“Alright everyone,” Nigel shouts into the office. “Gird your loins!” To music that could belong in a jauntier James Bond film, the office...

Trigger warning: disordered eating “I hate PE,” I said, staring down at my thighs. We were sitting on the curb where the pavilion met the...

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose  By any other name would smell as sweet." (Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene II) “Um, Cipher,...