North by Northwestern

"Ring ring ring. Failed exorcism. I yank the phone from its mount. Ring ring ring. Then I wring it. Ha ha, wring wring wring."

Sick of reading poetry? Trying listening to it instead.

In this week's Mad Libs, we tackle the most important campus institution: the C-Store.

In the latest installment of Blackout Poetry, one writer tackles their history and medieval lecture notes.

"I met someone on the train yesterday."

"And in this suspension of time and thought, you exist and rest."

It's only a day away.

One writer spends the holiday under the canopy of the redwoods.

Hansel and Gretel are 22-years-old living at home, and they're not happy when they overhear their parents discussing whether the two should move out.

"I met Mr. O’Shea when I was 10..."

I had never heard of the city Lyketon until my old friend Jessica invited me there.

Ishmael Beah tells the tale of a villagers’ plight with a universal moral in mind.

"Arthur liked to trick. Ever since he was a tot, he created elaborate tales of daring adventures and tragic mishaps to tell his gullible classmates."