Stories by Ezra Olson
"This isn’t about Kony. This is about the video and what that says about average Internet-using human beings like you and I."
"He planned to invite her over, but expected her to decline, and looked forward to relaxing alone with a beer at home. She guessed he would invite her over, but meant to excuse herself and eat pizza with her friends instead."
Seeing here my moment / I will seize the hour / to make a sandwich, masturbate / and linger in the shower.
When the driver asks them if they have decided where to, they reply, “Oh keep going! Woo Vegas!” This last exclamation’s intended irony has decayed with repetition.
Buzzcut McWaykenBaik may have saved a whole building, but he left his stash behind.
A rundown of how people spend another day in a typical, suburban American town.
When Barnes & Noble becomes an appreciated refuge. The woes of yet another victim.
Over the summer, the Living Wage Campaign said the university's janitorial contractor shortchanged its workers.
Abraham wondered if he would say anything to his father, or if his father would say anything to him. But he kept watching the fan.
“I wanted to tell you I love you, here in the desert, so that I could combine the two things I love and experience love to the second exponent.”