His boots slid and caught on the cobblestones, his gait shaken by the rough surface of the road. It had been a long day at work, but going home was always the hardest part of his day. That is where the monsters and the voices were.
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She watched as yellow police tape was rolled around the scene, as the detectives conversed, as the medical examiner hauled the woman’s limp body onto a stretcher. Shelley recognized the place. It was the street off of 34th Avenue. She walked by it every day on her way to the diner.
She switched off the television. It was time to leave for work. Shelley was eighteen when she started at the diner. She was now thirty-four. Continue reading “Creative Flashy Friday: “There Had Been a Murder” by Miranda Cox”
My buddy Mason and I were doing our Tuesday night rounds together in his busted-up Plymouth Barracuda until we hit 14th Street. Seeing a dead guy was nothing new around here. Shootouts, muggings, and bad negotiations make the ambulance siren a common backdrop during work, same way you hear the fridge at night. Continue reading “Creative Flashy Friday: “The Murk” by William Everett”
White.
She came into the world white. When she was born, she was a white cloud, dressed in her white frilly dress, finally away from the scratchy white sheets from the hospital.
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The incessant cries lodged themselves in my ears, snapping my concentration in an instant. Out the window I spotted the Dalmatian scratching at the Pickets’ glass backdoor. Leave it to the Pickets to deprive me of the weekend’s last serene moments.
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For their youthful recklessness, they were punished. The cost of the crime was a toe, the smallest toe on their left foot. This was the traditional punishment for those who transgressed against the Temple. With a knife, heated red by coals, the arbiter exacted the price. In this moment, the youth did not feel shame, or guilt for their transgression. They held within themselves only anger, as hot and as sharp as the knife, and as loud and as piercing as their screams of pain as the blade severed flesh from flesh Continue reading “Creative Flashy Friday: “Trust and Serve the Temple,” by Nick Oakley”
He pulls onto the dirt road that’d been collecting my tears every Saturday for the past two years. My heart races as I see the end of it, but that’s nothing new.
We’re here. Continue reading “Creative Flashy Friday: “What Are We Doing Here?” by Madison Murphy”
The door was the first thing in my room to freeze. The mechanisms within are frozen solid, refusing to budge no matter how much force I apply.
The windows were next. Now they are encased in thick ice that proves to be far more durable than anything I could break.
That was it for some time.
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I am fortunate that my religion requires the body to be cremated within three days of its death. We have my uncle Prem laid out, dressed in white, hands neatly folded as if he was merely sleeping. The temple apprentices had washed his body, ridding him of all impurities. I doubt they were able to clean them all. Continue reading “Creative Flashy Friday: “Antyesti” by Puja Roy”
The Hilltop News is pleased to announce that every Friday this semester, beginning tomorrow, February 15th, we will be featuring short creative nonfiction and fiction by some of LaGrange College’s most talented creative writers.
The 2018 LaGrange College Mighty Marching Panthers Band is 7 color guard, 14 winds, and 12 percussion members. In total, that’s 33 members, all from difference backgrounds, playing different instruments, and fulfilling different responsibilities.
Even with these differences, the Mighty Marching Panthers think of themselves as part of an extended family.
