Of all the shitass places he could be sick, a hotel in Idaho was last on his list. Kayce looked around his bedroom for what felt like the millionth time and took inventory of his temporary prison. The walls were taupe, the floors were a beige carpet and the ceiling…

The Red Knight gazed… STOP The Red Knight prepared for his final battle against CALAMITY….STOP Who the fuck am I kidding… I can’t write anything worth a damn in these circumstances. I can’t focus anymore. The cotton in my ears feels like they’ve burned holes into my skull so deep…

The woodgrain of the arrow hurt between my fingers. I struggled to keep my composure as I pointed at the beast with my fingers. The cool summer breeze swept past me and made the trees and brush perform a calm ballet just out of sight. I couldn’t watch though, my…

My former master once told me that America was built on painful choices. Sometimes this pain was physical, sometimes it was emotional, and on special occasions, it was both. His name was Adam, and as a history professor at The Ohio State University, he believed it always has been, and always…

I could have sworn Jason Voorhees was stalking me. I’m serious. For the past four nights, while I worked on my final exam, all I could hear was the chih chih chih ca ca ca he made before killing his victims. I guess if I ever did run into him…

I’m white. For almost the entirety of my life, I’ve been able to enjoy a lot of things in life because of that fact. I’ve been allowed to listen to loud music in my car with the windows rolled down. I’ve been able to buy and sell cigarettes, I’ve even…

In this edition of The Middle, an essay on family and the exchange of ideas. By Alex Kamczyc / Julie Riedel I remember sitting in the car with my dad when I was younger, going to and from football practice, and listening to a man on the radio talk about politics. At that time, I couldn’t…