The Last Summer

Morgan Cox, Guest Writer

May 1, 2019

In the summer of 1835, all of my dreams came true. My father bought me an Arabian horse. I had been begging my parents for a while to get one, but the money was not available. My dad was a farmer in Arlington, Texas and my mother...

1979: A Hostile Nation

Daniel Kuhlman, Guest Writer

May 1, 2019

The warm August air whipped through the empty street in the East Village. I sat on the front steps of our new apartment building locked out again with no key. Taking liberties upon myself, I purchased a newspaper from the CVS...

As Long as the Lights are On

Meg Ermer, Guest Writer

May 1, 2019

The first time I visited the boilers, they scared me. Huge men filled the constricted area, sweating and swearing profusely, and when I finally located my father in the midst of it all, I barely recognized him due to the thick la...

A Head Start on War

Tyler Vaudreuil, Guest Writer

April 30, 2019

Beyond the roar of the spitfire’s vigorous engine, the clear, early morning sky blended seamlessly with the ocean below. Our formation of 12 fighters streaked away from Great Britain, toward a group of German Bombers detected...


Seth Courtad, Guest Writer

April 30, 2019

The Berlin Wall, 1987. I have memories of trips to Westberlin with my family: still frames which carry little context on their own. The separation is more vivid, however, though not exact. I can’t remember the day it happe...

Mein Kampf

Jane An, Guest Writer

April 30, 2019

“August’s income is still deficit,” sighed my dad; he closed the book. On its cover is written 1945 Ledger. Bad situations do not end at once. It all started in fall of 1939. *** Fuehrer Hitler made Germany’s atrocious...

Cross My Heart, Hope To. . .

Ryan Howell, Guest Writer

April 30, 2019

“On your feet, maggots! Get in line before I bust your hole with my boot heel, maggots!” Army Captain George Williams emphasizes his point with the toe of his boot into his first victim, Thomas Putnam. Each of us, well awar...

1776; Everything Before This Was a Mistake

Cooper Roth, Guest Writer

April 30, 2019

December 24, 1776 Dear sweet Alice, How are things at home? I miss you so much. I hope to be home in three to four months, by the time the baby is born. I can’t wait to build his room next to ours. I was thinking about na...

Of Time and Memories

Dillon Taylor, Guest Writer

April 30, 2019

The sound of cannons firing blasts through the air, ears ring as volleys launch from the long musket barrels, line by line. Hiding behind a lone tree stands a man, eyes closed and tears flowing down his cheeks. A battle cry s...

Doctors, Letters, and Missing Details

Katlyn Burchard, Guest Writer

April 30, 2019

The Morning Star and Dial October 1, 1888 Discovered early in the morning on September 30, the bodies of Elizabeth Stride and Catherine turned up on Dutfields Yard and Mitre Square. Both women were found with their faces mutilated and abdomens cut open, but proof of missing organs has not y...

The Worst Day Of My Life

Olivia Mairs, Guest Writer

April 30, 2019

A birthday symbolizes one of the happiest day of your life, a day meant to celebrate one’s birth. But today was not worth celebrating at all. “Happy Birthday!” the voices of my parents ring like an alarm. I roll back...

The Day My President Died

Sabrina Lopez, Guest Writer

April 30, 2019

I remember it as if it were yesterday. I, Thomas Melton, escorted the President off the plane after we traveled from Fort Worth, Texas to Dallas, Texas.  We planned to drive through Dealey Plaza, Texas and arrive at . At this...

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