Mr. Wrong

The metal sound of clanking lockers amid the variable echoing rumble of a thousand adolescent conversations meant one thing… school had begun.  After barely surviving middle school, Katie hoped freshman year in high school would be the dawn of a new horizon with endless possibilities.   “I’m calling it the great awakening, because I hope itContinue reading “Mr. Wrong”

The Heist at City Hall

Sitting at my desk at The Old Bug, I usually tune out the scanners. The banal monotonous cadence of fire and police dispatchers using codes and chatter are incredibly annoying. And its small potatoes… only newbee beat reporters handle that. But today I heard something that caught my complete attention. It said “robbery at CityContinue reading “The Heist at City Hall”