My newspaper is called simply The Iris, drawing on the mythological connections of this messenger of the gods: she carries news swiftly to all places, even to the underworld; she dispels darkness with her light; she reveals perjurers and their lies. She is also a link to the heavens and a personification of the rainbow, a discreet symbol of the Celestials and their undying love for the sky and the sun. And the Iris helps people focus on what is important, much as it does in our eyes. A perfect name, then, for those who fight against the propaganda of the Masters of the Bazaar.
The Heretic, a niche newspaper for truth-seeking dissidents.
The Subterranean Homesick News.