Stories by Quinn Schoen

Sick of reading poetry? Trying listening to it instead.

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"Two blocks from my bed / a hospital is becoming a sleek / pile of condos."

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"I stood in the thick, billowing midnight air, waiting to see if - in blackness - they bloomed."

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In this week's Mad Libs, we tackle that most important of NU subjects: the weather.

Block 1 is coming to an end, and we had three of our writers highlight the highs and lows via ...

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For his New Year's resolution, one writer traded in his iPhone for a flip phone.

Pumpkin spice lattes are so last season. What's next?

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The Deuce is many things, but a great bar it is not. One writer shares his Thursday-night odyssey.

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Want a Brooklyn vibe in the Midwest? Move on up to the east side.

For those who look down on your "basicness," just remember: Haters make you famous. Drink up.

Everyone knows who we're talking about.