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The $5,000 Grant You Cannot Afford to Win
November 3, 2026
You have won an arts grant. To collect it, you must first spend the money you applied for because you…
Tiny Game: Diagnose Your Literary Damage
October 12, 2026
Six answers. Six conditions. No referral to a specialist.
Experiment No. 8: Leave Your Phone in Another Room for Eleven Minutes
September 30, 2026
An advanced endurance test involving silence, uncertainty, and a device twelve feet away.
Experiment No. 7: Maintain Eye Contact With Your Microwave
September 30, 2026
Ninety seconds. No phone. No looking away. Discover who is heating whom.
Experiment No. 6: Apologize to an Object You Broke in 2009
September 30, 2026
Find the object. Or a similar object. It remembers enough.
Slutty Confessions: The Refrigerator Light Saw Everything
September 30, 2026
Cold pizza at 1:13 a.m. The refrigerator light saw everything.
Slutty Confessions: I Called Room Service and It Got Complicated
September 30, 2026
One robe, two club sandwiches, and the emotional hazards of tiny ketchup bottles.
Slutty Confessions: My Office Supplies Know Too Much
September 30, 2026
Sticky notes, a label maker, and an affair HR is not equipped to investigate.
Slutty Confessions: I Fell for the Guy Who Folded My Fitted Sheet
September 30, 2026
A laundromat, a fitted sheet, and mistaking competence for destiny.
Slutty Confessions: I Slept With My Ex’s Wi-Fi
September 30, 2026
Bad signal. Worse boundaries. An ex’s Wi-Fi is the last thing you should go back for.
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