Legacy America
I remember thinking, with all the considerable certainty that a fifteen-year-old can muster, that if this doesn’t change us, nothing will.
by Annaka Koster | May 26, 2022 | 0 comments
I remember thinking, with all the considerable certainty that a fifteen-year-old can muster, that if this doesn’t change us, nothing will.
by Annaka Koster | Apr 26, 2022 | 9 comments
More likely, though, her inevitable termination was brought on by her unending affection for sugary beverages, which she does not regret.
by Annaka Koster | Mar 26, 2022 | 1 comment
I am more worried about the effects that these conversations have on adults.
by Annaka Koster | Feb 26, 2022 | 3 comments
“Please don’t call the police,” she says.
by Annaka Koster | Jan 26, 2022 | 2 comments
Kay throws out dramatic, world-altering twists as easily as your ex-roommate spoils the new Spiderman on Twitter.
by Annaka Koster | Dec 30, 2021 | 0 comments
Amidst the bad, the broken, and the baffling, our writers sought and succeeded to chronicle all that and more.
by Annaka Koster | Dec 26, 2021 | 2 comments
Our paranormal pair spend most of the story thinking about how their relationship failed because David was bad at sex, not chasing down whoever is putting up mistletoe all over town and giving a couple folks some minor frostbite.
by Annaka Koster | Oct 26, 2021 | 0 comments
“You’re Koster’s sister, right? Why aren’t you a ginger?”
by Annaka Koster | Sep 26, 2021 | 5 comments
The whole thing was a real exercise in accelerated bildungsroman.
by Annaka Koster | Aug 26, 2021 | 7 comments
All we had to do to win was get both of our pawns to the launch pad.
by Annaka Koster | Jul 26, 2021 | 7 comments
You are suddenly and acutely aware that when you die and go to hell, this is what awaits you.
by Annaka Koster | Jun 26, 2021 | 2 comments
I’d start by telling them about the lies I used to tell in middle school.
by Annaka Koster | May 26, 2021 | 13 comments
It might seem strange to describe a global event that cost some eighty-five million people their lives with the same adjective that Kohl’s uses to describe underwear.
by Annaka Koster | Apr 26, 2021 | 8 comments
For a creature that technically does not have a brain, Clive has a great sense of dramatic timing.
by Annaka Koster | Mar 26, 2021 | 2 comments
He lurks behind church ladies when they ask if I’m still single.
by Annaka Koster | Feb 26, 2021 | 8 comments
Listen, book, your aesthetic can’t be both “lazy Warhol knockoff” and “grandpa forced to take a photo at Ye Olde Wild West Land.”
by Annaka Koster | Jan 26, 2021 | 2 comments
You would rather die than have some people pity you.
by Annaka Koster | Dec 30, 2020 | 1 comment
Is anyone listening? Does anyone care? Or are we just writing into the void for the satisfaction of our own egos?
by Annaka Koster | Dec 26, 2020 | 9 comments
Much of my problem with Mary stems from my own somewhat-fraught relationship with my reproductive system, which is to say that I hate it and wish that it didn’t exist.
by Annaka Koster | Nov 26, 2020 | 5 comments
For those who shout down ignorance even past the point of no return, who know we are less than two minutes from midnight and continue anyway.
by Annaka Koster | Oct 26, 2020 | 8 comments
The professor in charge of my primary tutorial would, in what conservative pundits would later call “a total snowflake move,” offer to move back the due date on that week’s essay.
by Annaka Koster | Sep 26, 2020 | 6 comments
Fergie and the goldfish, thankfully, seemed unaffected.
by Annaka Koster | Aug 26, 2020 | 5 comments
Hello. You do not know me and I do not know you.
by Annaka Koster | Jul 26, 2020 | 1 comment
The scene, at first, is more akin to Jaws than Blue Planet—a silent silhouette from out of the hazy depths.
by Annaka Koster | Jun 26, 2020 | 3 comments
7. Egochristicolaphobia — The Fear of Being Associated with the Word “Christian”
by Annaka Koster | May 26, 2020 | 3 comments
Meaning, it turns out, doesn’t always accompany mortality.
by Annaka Koster | Apr 26, 2020 | 4 comments
There isn’t much I’ve enjoyed more recently than watching Clive—Clive Snails Lewis, to give him his full title—wrap his slimy self around a carrot.
by Annaka Koster | Mar 26, 2020 | 6 comments
When confronted with a dozen or so unexpected snails, one faces questions of moral principle one never thought one would.
by Annaka Koster | Feb 26, 2020 | 1 comment
Six years later and I’m still using that toolkit at least once a month, but something has changed.
by Annaka Koster | Jan 26, 2020 | 6 comments
myhappysnails.com had assured me: “There is no smell in the place where snails live in.”