Teen Ink

From Our Print Magazinewritten by teens

Memories

By AmbRawr, Allentown, PA

And I remember she wouldn’t wake up. Her lips were mushed together in a Horrible shade of red They buried my mother in a white dress And red lips. And she couldn’t see. Where are your glasses, Mommy? And still at sixteen I bring them to... (more »)

Do You Remember?

By Emily K., Sudbury

June was you by the pool. The day we first met, remember? I thought you were just one of those brawny lifeguard guys – you know the type: pretend to be all sweet, save the little kid from drowning, then go out and get totally hammered at night.... (more »)

Silent Suffering

By Evan R., Rancho Santa Fe, CA

I was 14 when I first found blood in the toilet. I was 14 when I decided not to say anything, not to get help, not to look for an explanation. It was a silent suffering, and I took it very slow. Thinking nothing about my insides, or the wretched... (more »)

Someone Still Loves You..

By Caroline L., Greenwich, CT

Between buzz from across the blogosphere and coverage in The San Francisco Weekly, the predicted best breakout band of 2007, Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin, has been extremely busy. Their intensely unique music garnered them an appearance... (more »)

Teach Your Children Well

By Laura C., Arlington Heights, IL

I love running. Some days I struggle up Mount Everest and other days I sprint across the Great Plains. It’s how I learned the names of streets. It’s how I exercise. It’s how I stay sane, or at least try to. It’s an endorphin therapy, my... (more »)

Twilight by Stephenie Meyer

By Katey T., San Jose, CA

I was never in love with vampires until Twilight came out. I didn’t know it was possible, but Stephenie Meyer changed the stereotypical blood-sucking vampire into a beautiful god-like creature. In Twilight, an average high school girl, Bella... (more »)

Splash of Color

By Rosalee, Lowell, MA

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Parting Ways

By Nicholas M., Franklin Lakes, NJ

My brother is leaving for college soon, and my mom has been pestering him to clean out his desk and shelves. As we sort through the junk, we find a pen case from fourth grade, a souvenir bottle my dad brought from China when we were in elementary... (more »)