Pendleton’s Daily News October 15, 1982 Last Saturday, Riley Colin was last seen leaving home at around 5:00 p.m. The 17-year-old had arranged plans with a couple of friends to attend a party in nearby Knoxville, but none of them saw her that night. When she did not show up the next morning, her parents, David and Margaret Colin, reported… Read more →
Category: Staff Perspectives
Jessica Tran – “Reminiscences of a Father”
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Do I Need a Title?- Edgardo Amador
Do I Need a Title? They say that Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. Specifically, a peck of pickled peppers that Peter Piper picked, but did you know that he also parked his Porsche on protected property? Peter Piper parked a Porsche on protected property , so he could proudly present his pickled peppers to his “friend” Petey… Read more →
Zoe-Kylie Sanchez: Out of Season
On that warm summer day, at the farmer’s market, I held your left hand, and with the other. You handed me an apricot. Its skin was surrounded with fuzz. An odd texture, that reminded me of petting a hairless cat. So instead I reached for a pear; causing your fingers to slip out of my grasp. “A pear in… Read more →
Just a Joke- Lexie Woodall
Lexie Woodall — Just a Joke you never quite figured it out, did you? how to toe the line between comedy and cruelty. how could I have known? how to conceal that underlying spite, to keep it from bleeding from your lips, spurred by the howls of humor at my ignorant expense. how should… Read more →
3.33- Erin Crittendon
3.33 One last test, one last paper I see the button, and at last we’ve submitted. There’s now time to ponder and understand, wow It’s almost time until I leave this land, this home, this place I call My own, is now gone. I called Dad to tell him we were ready, it’s done, now I can have fun.… Read more →
Canela- Jocelyn Leyva
It Lies With You- Madison Milligan
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Ailbhe’s Touch- Madison Milligan
Ailbhe’s Touch I turn to face the sandstone path when I hear her, the faint tinkling of the jewelry Mama lets her borrow floating through the air like so many cheerful bells. As she rounds the last bend, carrying a blue vase that she filled with river water, my eyes are assaulted with the flashiness of her perfection; her tan… Read more →
Show Off- Hanna Landa
