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...
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...
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...
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...
