The Delta Statement

Daisies

Daisies

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...

The Girl in Blue Skin

The Girl in Blue Skin

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...

Images

Images

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...

Dublin Diversion

Dublin Diversion

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...

A Winter’s Coat

A Winter’s Coat

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...

The Artist

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...

Small Town Murder

Small Town Murder

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...

Noble Mask

Noble Mask

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...

The Sweetest Lie: A Pakistani Folktale

The Sweetest Lie: A Pakistani Folktale

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...

My Adventures with Mark Begin

My Adventures with Mark Begin

November 5, 2017

What happened that night was so strange, and yet so real. It seemed to have lasted for quite some time, yet it was only in a single night! I will try to explain it as best as I can. The details are so striking and memorable that I think I can do a pretty good job of telling it, though I might miss a few more minor details. There...

In the Woods of the County of Flanders: the year 1088 A.D.

In the Woods of the County of Flanders: the year 1088 A.D.

November 5, 2017

The chase was on! The boar charged through the trees, brushing by bushes as often as he could in a futile attempt to get away from his pursuers who were bearing down on him as they flew through the woods on agile steeds. He was wearing out and he knew it. He must soon find the right place and time to face his attackers...

Scorching Earth

Scorching Earth

November 1, 2017

Hot sand burned the soles of my feet as I stumbled up another sand dune. It was the hundredth one I’d climbed and probably wasn’t going to be the last one as there was an entire sea of them as far as the eye could see. Scorching heat seared my face red along with my arms and legs as I tried to swallow with a dry mouth. I s...