The Burger Gazette

The Subconscious Mind: A Vignette

The subconscious mind is a powerful tool. Is it possible to take full advantage of it?

Kay O'Very, Guest Writer

May 11, 2020

Some have compared me to a fertile piece of ground; others to a servant; still others to a Genie. In truth, I am a lot like all of them. Despite being the most powerful thing on the human planet, I am undervalued, little known, and forgotten. It is of the ultimate irony that the things which are...

A Sunny Day On The Beach

Ahhh, the beach. The sun. The sand. The sunburns. Ouch!

Ciara Abbott, Journalist

May 6, 2020

The sun feels like it wants to cook me alive and it seems happy about it. All bright and shining. I run and jump into the ocean. The water feels refreshing and then not so much. I now have two problems. The salt on my sunburn and the magnifying effect of the ocean. How terrific.

Sidus Populus: Last of My Kind

Stars, Space, the Universe. So vast, so big, so beautiful.

Liliana Owen, Journalist

March 25, 2020

The sky is dark, and because it is dark, I, Stella, will soon cease to exist. Even though the sun has gone down, no lights line the streets, there are no clouds in the sky, and it's pitch dark, no stars are visible. They disappeared a few years ago, leaving us with nothing but the sun and ...

Something Different

Have you ever wished to be something more than you are?

Houseplant, Guest Writer

March 25, 2020

I look up at the first star in the sky, and wish with all my might for life to be different. I can barely see the sky from my vantage point, but the star twinkles in the dusk. Like it's promising me something great, but at the same time, telling me not to get my hopes up too much.

Morning On The Farm

Winter mornings are beautiful -and cold! However, there is still work that needs to be done. At least, when you're living on a farm.

Liliana Owen, Journalist

March 25, 2020

Outside is cold, my bed is warm. Outside is work and more work, but inside is filled with cozy luxury. Still, I have to get up.

Christmas of 1944

Christmas is for spending time with your family. But what if your family has been torn apart by war?

Linda, Guest Writer

March 25, 2020

Tomorrow was Christmas, the Christmas of 1944. It was going to be a very hard Christmas, in my mind at least, for Father was gone fighting the war and Mother would have to go work in the gun factory, even though it was a holiday.      The tree was standing in our living room of course, I had helped put it there myself. There was only a present per person, wrapped up in newspaper, underneath it, but that didn’t really bother me. The whole reason Christmas felt so messed up was because of Father.

The Gestapo Came

Staying silent can have big consequences! 'See something, say something' is the way to go!

Liliana Owen, Journalist

March 23, 2020

I should have resisted, but fear made me quiet. I did not vote for him, but that was all I did to stop him, to prevent his rise. I didn’t resist when the Gestapo took the Jews away, even though I had heard the whispering rumors of mass murder at the camps where they were taken to. When I wr...

Life of a Gerbil

Ever wonder what the life of pets looks like from their perspective?

Liliana Owen, Journalist

March 23, 2020

Not again! I groan as my eyes blink open and I find my sister’s foot shoved up in my face. I wiggle out from under her and close my eyes again and try to go back to sleep. But the day is against me. <BEEP BEEP BEEP> The light turns on and a tired-looking girl bends down and turns off th...

A Storm and a Fear

A blizzard engulfed a small cabin, drumming against it with a violence that could do unspeakable things...

A. M. Gilbert, Journalist

February 27, 2020

Buffets of wind pummeled against the wooden paneling of the aged and timeworn timber cabin. Nothing could be observed through the whirlwind of snow rapidly rushing to and fro in the silky blackness of the dead of night. The torrent of the blizzard engulfed the diminutive structure, drumming against it...

Dusty Delirium

In Dusty Delirium, does doubt and fear stop the Princess of Camelot from doing what she needs to do?

Esther Opal, Guest Writer

February 17, 2020

The train station was dark, dusty and lurid. The tainted wooden walls and large metal pillars were longstanding, not helping the dingy vibe the place already gave. These pillars were so old and rusty that they barely held up the balcony shade of a roof; but still, they never failed. Lyra looked up...

Virtual Powers

The llama, the Williamsburg

Liliana Owen, Journalist

January 22, 2020

Then I got on my computer and went to my virtual math class, five minutes early (like always). Math class started a few minutes late (like always), and I survived the minute of silence (like always, thank goodness).

Ruina Eius Terrae

Stephanie Campbell, Editor-In-Chief

October 22, 2019

The earth is gone, they say... there is nothing left. The scientists said this would happen. We kept things the same, we refused to change. In history class, we learn about animals and glaciers. We wear masks that teach us to breathe CO2. Dinosaurs never existed; there is no proof. Beaches are prohib...

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