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...

An actor on a stage,exposed by the rising curtain,stitched with worn fabric.The one girl in the audience sinks into the folding chair,formed from weak plastic,indented from the weight.The burning...