Points in Case

2 days ago | pointsincase.com | Zach Zajac |Jeff Bender |Kara Panzer |Nick Gregory

Hank eased into the grocery store checkout line. Reaching for a pack of chewing gum, he was reminded of the time his mother reached for him as she fell backwards from that cliff, hands outstretched, her face saying she knew it was the end. “Did you find everything okay?” asked the cashier. Hank nodded and muttered the word to himself: “Okay.”It was the same word Mama had used months before it happened, sitting on her rickety front porch looking beautiful as ever in that old gingham dress.

6 days ago | pointsincase.com | Ines Heyworth |Luis Miranda |Aaron Chown |Luke Herzog

Make That Intro Stick:Fun with rhyme! Example: Mark. Okay, “Mark” rhymes with “Clark.” So now all you have to do is remember the name Clark. Legally change your name to their name. If you forget in the future, it’s much less awkward to politely ask them to remind you of your own name. Choose a food that sounds like their name. Example: Pam. So, uh… Spam. From now on, you can only eat Spam. Soon, not only will you remember her name, you’ll curse it in between every mouthful of canned pork.

1 month ago | pointsincase.com | Pete Lynch |Michael Pershan |Sam Di |Luke Herzog

The first rule of Fight Club Book Club is WE ONLY TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB. Yes, I'm talking to you, Carl. We’re not here to talk about any of Chuck Palahinuk’s later works. We don't care what you think of Rant, Haunted, or even the criminally underappreciated Snuff. We’re here to talk about one book, and that book is Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club Book Club is WE ONLY TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB. I’m serious, Carl. None of us care about your recent vacation on Carnival Cruise lines.

1 month ago | pointsincase.com | Just Lunning |Amanda Goble |Mary Heitkamp |Lillie Franks

February the 19th, in the Year of Our Lord 1387Today I turned 29, and I must confess I'm experiencing what Father Theobald calls a “crisis of middle life.” Mathematically speaking, my life is well more than halfway over, and what do I have to show for it? I have spent my entire life in the village of Wessex. I plow the fields, I pay my tithes, I try to sire additional children (may God rest the souls of the first six), and for what? To grow old drinking weak ale and dying of rickets? No. I refuse.

1 month ago | pointsincase.com | Aaron Chown |Michael Lukk Litwak |Scarlet Meyer |Just Lunning

FridayI emerged from my ship onto the arid festival grounds of Indio, California. Those who dared transport me will soon die, drowning in their own blood at the Trixie Motel in Palm Springs. My shadow grows long on the playa, striking fear into the hearts of those who dare utter “Missy Elliot is kinda mid.”Famished after such a journey, I tried a plant based Hot Honey Chick’n Sandwich sold out of a retrofitted vintage RV.