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In Desperation of Her Killer
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Dare she wander into the openness of the universe, May the days go unforgiving. Dare ripples of sunwaves touch the surface of her eyes, May the darkness linger still. Dare she take the beauty of the world for her own, May nothing satisfy... (more »)
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Sound of Silence
It is about 10:49 A.M.; Sarah just woke up and ate breakfast. Rain hit the window in a relaxing rhythm.  The dog, Sweetheart, had just walked inside and shook off the water on her back.  The letter wasn’t addressed like the normal letters... (more »)
Weeping Willow
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    His hands pinned Willow down as he roamed over her young body. The sheets were tussled, creased with sweat and shame. Her mother was in the living room, freshly bruised with her late husband’s fingerprints. There was no... (more »)
Slipping Away
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The sun beamed on her face which was looking at a crack in the sidewalk like a spider web, creating a beautiful, natural glow on her defined cheek. All he could do was look at her. She was gorgeous. The wind blew her hair gently and her white... (more »)
Light the Daisies
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It did not rain at their funeral. I was always told it did—that the elements would mourn the loss with us. But not at theirs. The sun shined, the birds sang, and not a cloud was in the sky. I felt betrayed. How could the world be so cruel?... (more »)
White
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It’s funny how time works. In class the second hand on the clock seems to take a minute just to tick, and the time it takes to get around all 12 numbers is unbearably slow. When with friends or while engaging yourself in an activity that... (more »)
The Shattered Crystal Pool
Cold water dripped from the hanging rocks above my head, hopelessly trying to fill up the quiet atmosphere. The silence was so great that I could even hear my blood flowing through my veins. It was deafening. The light beaming from my helmet... (more »)
Highway Robbery
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“Hello and welcome to your on board entertainment movie hour provided to you by Bosch Premium Bus Ride Entertainment. Please notice the six television displays along the ceiling of the cabin.” There were six television displays but they... (more »)
Would It Be Totally Crazy
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“Would it be totally crazy to say I love you?” Andrew asked me. “Yeah, it probably would be.” I laughed. That was the last happy conversation we ever had. “But it’s true. And I love you too.” Andrew and I had dated all... (more »)
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Mums and the Sun This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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I rose with the sun, but she was already awake. I imagined that it was Mums who brought the day again. Every morning, as I was fighting consciousness, my Mums would slip out into the horrible darkness. Hours later I would wake up again, this... (more »)
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A Teenager’s Guide to Paralysis This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
Sit across the table from him. Notice how he has set a place for her. Ignore it. Watch him eat. You will see the slack noodle dangling lifelessly from his fork. Make him eat. Exaggerate your bites. Slurp as loudly as possible and do not forget... (more »)
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In Fiction This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
In fiction I can ride a dragon with blue scales and a horned tail, Its fingernails made of silver that is the rarest of the land. The dragon does not breathe fire but throws up pixie glitter instead. I have a special riding bag with magic... (more »)
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The Raincoat This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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Her dad had given her the raincoat. It was green on the outside and had an army camouflage pattern on the inside. He said it had been his, but now it was for her. Right now it was tied by the arms between two white pines, doing a bad job of... (more »)
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Granted This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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The jar in the kitchen keeps dust and probably your broken bones. I once tried to open it; you said the money was for us. I wondered if “us” consisted more of you and your secondhand outfits. The jar in the kitchen keeps... (more »)
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Onions and Butter This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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Six hours. 360 minutes. 21,600 seconds of staring at one textbook and one page of notes. Maybe biochemistry isn’t my thing. I don’t think it ever was. It’s more of my dad’s sort of thing. Well, he’s not... (more »)
Walls This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
I’ve been staring at the ripples in my ceiling for at least two hours. Maybe it’s been four. Maybe it’s only been half an hour. I can’t tell if I’m waiting for someone to knock on the door or not. I know no one... (more »)
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