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...

My once fluid imagination has stopped. I’m frozen. Stopped, and distracted, I freeze. The leaves have stopped mid-air. On a slant and on a pause, the leaf cannot fall. On a gray, about to...