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261 Years Dead (Chapter 1)
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            I yank my ear buds out as I arch my back in an attempt to wake up. I hear a few cracks in my spine, but they extend my body in an awakening way. My head throbs a bit from listening to music the whole night through, so I... (more »)
White Rose
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  White Rose   by: Grace Sword Heather Smith   I can finally smell the summer breeze after so many long years of smoke and death. The blood in the river has finally washed away and is clear once again. It has been awhile since... (more »)
The White Dress
The stench of the death boiled in the hot sun. Corpses lay sprawled over each other littering the soil of the fields. Patches of grass lie scarce, some strands flutter in the sooty air. Smoke as black as night folds a blanket over the dead. Not... (more »)
Chasing the Dawn This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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  In the year when the sun dropped from the sky and the world was blanketed in black, the woman looked out from her cracked, dusty window to the lifeless earth laid bare in front of her. Snow rose in great heaps around the small cottage,... (more »)
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I remember back before the war. It’s been years since then but I can still remember. I dream about it most nights and I wonder if this war will ever end. I know that wars always end but this war is all I’ve ever known. I remember we had a... (more »)
The World in the Well This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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I used to dream about the world in the well by my aunt's house, that pile of rocks and wood that looked so small from the window. My cousins Frederick and Benedict loved it too, and we'd march in our pinching Sunday school shoes down the grassy... (more »)
How Mountains Moved This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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At the beginning he only sat still for a moment. His kingdom was vast and beautiful, but he was the only one left to enjoy its beauty. He sat still for just a moment and relaxed for the first time in what had actually been years. He didn’t... (more »)
My Conscious is Forever
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The young Arab soldier who Adreah attended to was still knocked out, thanks to a swiftly concocted herbal remedy. Peeling off the man’s sweat-drenched undershirt, she revealed an arrow wound at the base of his neck. Lucky man she thought to... (more »)
Crystal Night
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“You hear that, Miriam?” Papa said, his eyes on the leaping lights outside our window. “Those are fireworks.” My ears tickled from the pops above, and in my mind I could see those nice bright colors in the midnight sky. “Why are... (more »)
The Bridges Home
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It is 1940. Fifteen years ago, she thought he had already left when the door clicked closed. But what she had not known was that he could not resist turning around for just a second when he was outside, though he had to do so discreetly for he... (more »)
The Cellist
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The cellist stands in the center of a smashed room, uncovering his frayed, worn suit that has long lost its splendor. He parts his graying hair for the last time, his spider-webbed hands falling into rhythm of memorized routine. He adds the cheap... (more »)
A Liar
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My mother squeezed my arm excitedly as we crossed the street that separated our parking spot from the church. The rich cherry colour of her cheeks reminded me of just how much that mild Sunday meant to her. As we neared it, I studied the... (more »)
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It was a nice day for a funeral. The sun shone gently over the hills, the earth still bore the scent of rain from the night before, and a breeze shook copper leaves from the branches, before carrying them through the air like paper boats on a... (more »)
Rose: My Grandmother in World War 2 … Part 1
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It’s a humid afternoon in Central Italy, 1940. My great grandmother, Rose, was reading the newspaper, searching for news of her brother Tito. He’s fighting in the American army, despite the fact that they live in Italy. He believed in the... (more »)
Fearless Rudy This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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January 27, 1947 Nazi Germany They never saw it coming. The Americans bombed the Wilhelmshaven Port and the buildings surrounding it. No one within direct reach of the bomb survived. Deep in the wreckage, a young man called Rudy... (more »)
Do it for Germany
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Hans Schmidt. Age 31, serving in the Third Reich, developing a series of artillery for the SS guard. His convoluting and disturbing ideas have been treated upon Auschwitz prisoners and used to either torture or kill. He spends his pass time... (more »)
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