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...

I only wanted one thing,a simple five-letter word,title.I’m sick of being just a friend.To you the title waspointless and unnecessary.But to me it meanteverything.Time has passed,and nothing...