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The Invitation

by Kate Wilmot | Feb 7, 2026 | Placeless

Why twenty-eight? Because that is before twenty-nine, which is before thirty, which is when your life is over.

The Cheapest Thrills Are Aged like Fine Wine

by Emilyn Shortridge | Feb 6, 2026 | Japan

We heard rumors of a massage chair in the lobby.

How I Got Kicked Off Tinder in 24 Hours

by Grace Buller | Feb 4, 2026 | Spain

Spain, far from the responsibilities of work and the student newspaper (as well as from the watchful eyes of my parents) seemed like my best opportunity, at least for a casual fling.

“All grown-ups were once children. But only few of them remember it.”

by Madeline Witvliet | Feb 3, 2026 | Grand Rapids

These exchanges are, in my experience, among the most animated, delight-ridden; for a moment, a spirit of childlike wonder reawakens inside us as we remember what it was like to experience the story for the first time.

After Christmas, The Eternal Days

by Christina Ribbens | Feb 2, 2026 | Placeless

Somewhere along the way I lost one half of my favorite pair of mittens, like a minor arc in Little Women, and I tried to not let it ruin my day.

To My Fellow Post Calvin Writers

by Sam Tuit | Feb 1, 2026 | Placeless

I’m going to comment on every piece I read for the post this year.

The Dirty Dishes Tub

by Austin Kanis | Jan 31, 2026 | Placeless

In life, she said, we often have to sacrifice our ideals for the system that actually works.

Lots on the Brain, Boots on the Feet

by Julia McKee | Jan 29, 2026 | Placeless

He runs away as soon as we take his boots out.

Fest Countdown

by Izzy Nunez | Jan 28, 2026 | North Carolina

I got excited about all the things we are going to be doing at the festival, the conversations I haven’t had yet, all the Diet Cokes I am going to drink.

When Nietzsche Wept

by Anna Jeffries | Jan 27, 2026 | Placeless

I feel like I’ve never looked so long and hard at that abyss of nothingness.

The Heroes

by Annaka Koster | Jan 26, 2026 | Placeless

The Zorg arrived in Jamaica with less than half of the Africans that it had set sail with still alive. Their prize for survival was the island’s sugar plantations, where newly arrived slaves had an average lifespan of three years.

My Dearest Video Disks

by Sam Koster | Jan 25, 2026 | Placeless

When I do a movie night at a friend’s house, I never show up without anything less than four DVDs on hand.

Who Is Special?

by Sophia Medawar | Jan 24, 2026 | Placeless

I saw somebody die once.

Getting Ahead

by Savannah Shustack | Jan 22, 2026 | Placeless

This post was not published in December because I was unable to stay ahead.

Yes, I’m Still Writing My Novel

by Emily Joy Stroble | Jan 21, 2026 | Placeless

Writing makes me feel alive. It’s the strong current beneath the ice, calm and powerful, a kind of steady thunder.

A Thin Path Through the Woods

by Rylan Shewmaker | Jan 20, 2026 | Belgium

What a strange feeling, to re-remember. How has this recollection been altered by time? What other pieces of it have I forgotten?

I Applied To Be on ‘Survivor’

by Luke Brandsen | Jan 19, 2026 | Placeless

Frankly, the idea of giving a team of strangers editing control over my inevitable mistakes and embarrassing moments before broadcasting them on a national stage is terrifying.