Teen Ink

Ekkehart sees her for the first time on the bridge, in the carriage he has ridden for four frostbitten nights. The moon is a sliver of old corrupted lime, casting its light onto a city pearly with...

I’ve been watching him for days now. When he leaves his house to go to school, I’m the one carefully tailing him, switching cars every day to make myself look less suspicious. If he ever sneaks...

     There is a ringing around me that is deafening. It offers only the hint of a roar and moves with my motions. It is fluid and consuming in its sanctity. Like the beat...