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Merry Deathmas

Merry Deathmas

Kamryn Mattison, Reporter

December 28, 2018


Filed under Recent Stories, Short Story

December 25, Blightton County Prison, 12:00 P.M. “We found him Gary. I’ve already booked him and sent him into his cell. I put him in Cell 209 with Jay Gallager,” said detective Warran, walking into the prison office. “Great! He is going to be put away for a long time. He deserves it fo...

A World Without Christmas

A World Without Christmas

Tyler Davidson, Reporter

December 26, 2018


Filed under Recent Stories, Short Story

It was the twenty-fourth of December. Snow fluttered down from the grey clouds above. Horns blared from the cars on the crowded street. People were desperate to get home. There was nothing special about this night, it was still cold like every other night and people were still grumpy and ready to get h...

The Blue People: A Mini Mystery

The Blue People: A Mini Mystery

Ashlyn Athey, Reporter

November 27, 2018


Filed under Recent Stories, Short Story

The snow-white flowers were blossoming with utter beauty on the Alpine slopes as tufts of snow drifted from the dull sky. The icy wind was howling and thrashing on the windows where my companion and I sat cozily on the oversized plaid checkered chairs in the downstairs lobby of the Mon Ami Hotel. I w...

What Survived the War

What Survived the War

Ashlyn Athey, Reporter

November 20, 2018


Filed under Recent Stories, Short Story, Top Stories

He woke slowly from his slumber and wearily eyed the faint slit of sunlight that was intruding its way through his dark blue curtains. He sighed and rolled off the bed onto his numb feet, carefully trying not to wake up his wife. Quietly, he tread across the wooden floor to the children’s room. He fe...

The Green-Eyed Monster

The Green-Eyed Monster

Ashlyn Athey, Reporter

May 29, 2018


Filed under Recent Stories, Short Story

It was in the bitter, bleak night when the moon was a large icebox lemon pie, covered with wisps of grey meringue, when she heard the rattling on her door. At first, she tried to solace herself by saying it might just be a figment of her imagination, perhaps the wind, but then it happened. The moani...

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