The Raider Wire

The Murder That Haunted

Macy was always bullied by a single person and one day she decided it was time for it to end. Only she might have made the wrong decision.

Kenya Espinoza, Staff Member

April 19, 2017

The wooden floor began to sing an alarming melody, as I silently lay on my bed. A cool breeze danced into the room and began to nibble at my skin, making it jump. Strange figures began to form in the corner of my room. They stared and smirked as they noticed the fear consuming me. Hesitantly I arose...

When Will the End Come for You?

It started as a jumble of numbers that would eventually form dates. Those dates set Madelyn Fynn apart from the rest of society, and they are the reason she is suspected of murder.

Julie Day, Staff Writer

March 23, 2016

Would you want to know what date you are going to die? Victoria Laurie poses this question in an admirable way in her novel When. Madelyn Fynn is a junior in high school who was given an innate ability to see the death-dates of everyone she sees. Maddie’s mother, an alcoholic widow, uses her daug...

Romanticized Demise

There are monsters inside us all. It is up to us to escape our own hell.

Grace Hanks, Staff Writer

April 24, 2015

Floating endlessly beyond the blank pages lost behind the fluttering meaning flitting and flying between the moving lines around, around, around, I go, color and blood in my eyes.   Here, now there anywhere but everywhere, only thirty minutes to fly sky-high, only thirty...

Homicide and Kidnapping on Lake Oconee

Maddie Highland, Staff Writer

May 12, 2014

Last week a devastating homicide and kidnap incident was reported in the high class neighborhood of Great Waters, located on Lake Oconee. Russell Dermond was discovered in his garage, headless, by one of his friendly neighbors. Shirley, his wife, was not at the house, so police are almost certain she...

The Ballad of Exmoor

“Forever shall salt water
Be sipped beside the shore 
To remember the slaughter 
Of the girls of Exmoor.

Caitlin Shelby, Staff Writer/ Poetry Editor

May 2, 2014

Salt water of sea reminds Ladled into teacups Is served with ripened lemons And stirred with honey drops And every brand of clover From beneath Exmoor hill Is slipped in by each server ‘Til all have had their fill 1840 summer storm Atop the mourning town Where down by the crystal...

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