Teen Ink

She emitted a snarl that warned of her vermilion rage, and seized the shiny, silver toaster (my breakfast cookware of choice) and brandished it above her head with threats of defenestration....

i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how...

They dance in a whirlpool of color Their movementsmimicked by the yellow leaves spiraling aroundthem as they glidethrough the paintHer blazing orange mane soars above them as they dance her face...