Trey Wright, Publisher
October 23, 2018
Filed under Delta Arts, Short Stories
It began on that day. The day he decided to grow up. It was mid-summer when he got the news that he’d been accepted into a prestigious school from out of state. The rest of his summer was spent preparing for the move. He began to think about his new life away from his hometown. Everyone there knew him as “The School...
October 23, 2018
We grew up together, her and I. Planted in the ground at the same time. From little seedlings to where we are now. Growing up next to her made it impossible for me to be seen. Everyone saw her first because she stood out more than I ever could. When we were little, we were not too different, but now she is tall, and I am short...
October 23, 2018
“I knew that I shouldn’t have left this paper to do last minute,” I said to myself out loud.
I was searching for that one history book that I thought could solve all my writing problems. My major is communications, so I don’t even know why I was taking this history class to begin with. My paper is on World War II, ...
Liz Howell, Copy Editor
October 12, 2018
Filed under Delta Arts, Fall 2018, Short Stories
Melberta lifted her head as she pushed open the door to her favorite burger place. Mrs. Geraldine always took care of her, and a good cheeseburger always made everything better. She was careful not to let the door slam as she closed it, gripping the knob tightly with one hand while resting her other hand on the glass as if she...
October 8, 2018
I throw the covers off of me in the dark room and sit up in bed, my shirt sticking to the back of my skin. Swinging my legs off to the side, I get up and head to the kitchen for a fresh glass of…something, anything to cool me off and make me feel less sticky. I haven’t been sleeping well lately, and I don’t know why. I...
October 7, 2018
Warning: This story has content that may be triggering to some readers.
Images, and Images. All I see are these Images. They follow me around constantly; every time I close my eyes, these Images are glued to my eyelids. Whether I am awake or sleeping, these Images follow me. Dark creatures, silently stalking; thes...
October 2, 2018
In a small bar set snugly in the middle of Dublin’s busiest street, an elderly couple toasted each other over drinks on the most popular Irish holiday: St. Patrick’s Day. The bar around them was noisy and busy with the younger generation, but the two only cared about being there together.
Niall raised his glass towards...
October 2, 2018
I wake up and it’s dark and I have no idea where I am at, it feels like just a couple seconds ago I was with Jack and the rest of the family being loaded onto a weird bird thing in what seemed to be a new crate for me- I guess that’s a plus. Right before the weird humans took me away Jack gave me a treat, it tasted a li...
Madison Kalia, Copy Editor
October 1, 2018
Filed under Delta Arts, Fall 2018, Short Stories
I stare at the wall. I have no choice but to look at it. I sit too close to see anything else. So, I look at the not-so-ever-stretching plane. I wonder to myself why this wall decided to become a wall and not maybe an ocean or a bed. I decide it needed to be a wall so that I could paint it. It asked me to paint it. It was desperate.
I stare at the wall, and I see its almost glimmering sheen and its tiny pores that threaten to call it a liar when it claims to be smooth. I should have primed it, I think as I wait for the paint to dry. You should always pri...
Rebecca Dickson, Staff Writer
February 28, 2018
Filed under Short Stories, Spring 2018
Every Friday night, I take the same trip home to Hernando, Mississippi. Driving through the Delta at night is always so dark. The long drive gets lonely, so I always listen to my favorite podcast, Small Town Murders. James and Jimmy fill my speakers with mysterious murder cases and humor as I pass by all of these similarly small...
Kjirsten Whitsell, Staff Writer
February 28, 2018
Filed under Short Stories, Spring 2018
Bubbly suds cover the floors as my bristle brush scrub the dirt. The heat in the air evaporates the soapy water before I finish even a small square of the floor. My hands look like prunes from dunking them in the water so often. Leaning back to stretch my muscles, I wipe my hand across my face, hoping the droplets...
December 25, 2017
Once upon a time, there was a king so generous and kind. He would always wander across the streets in disguise to listen to his people’s conversations, their problems, and their thoughts.
One fine day while walking in a beautiful garden, the king noticed four women whispering. Being curious, he hid himself behind a tree...
