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...

Dependent upon your words,I wait to hear.Something resurrected from my Childhood hopes.Locked beneath my own pages,I’ve waited for this.Your eyes cheat me.They hug your cheeks and Battle...