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Sidus Populus: Last of My Kind

Sidus Populus: Last of My Kind

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 ...

Morning On The Farm

Morning On The 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 of 1944

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

The Gestapo Came

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...

A Storm and a Fear

A Storm and a Fear

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

Dusty Delirium

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

Virtual Powers

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

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...

Lost Past, Lost Future

Lost Past, Lost Future

Liliana Owen, Journalist

October 22, 2019

The full moon lights the walkway to my home as I quietly but quickly make my way to the front door. All the lights are off, which is normal enough in my house at midnight, but something doesn’t quite feel right. Or maybe it’s just the full moon in the sky? I’m a rather superstitious person. I open the door, and step inside. The moonlight does not seep through the thick curtains, and in the pitch blackness, I see nothing. I flip the switch and pull off my shoes, giving my tired feet a break. Then I notice the person standing in the doorway between the living room and the dining room. I jump and frown. How did he get there? Who let him in?

The Light Of The Stars

The Light Of The Stars

Echo Moon, Guest Writer

October 22, 2019

“Why do you fear the stars?” my best friend asked with an interested smile. We sat on my favorite hill looking at the night sky. It was a little cold. I looked her in the face and asked, “Why do you ask?” She responded, “I see you come to this hill often and look in the sky with fear in your...

Him

Him

Elouise Angel, Guest Writer

October 1, 2019

I get this warm and fuzzy feeling when he looks at me. It's almost like he can read my mind and his eyes are responding to that constant question in the back of my head. Anytime he says my name my stomach seems to disappear, overcome by my heart taking up every inch inside of me. I love shadows aro...

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