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Thirty Minutes For an Apology This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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You and I rode the paddle boats. We had thirty minutes before they were due back, and you, of course, were determined to make the best of it. As our feet pumped, you tilted your head in a way you thought dreamy. “God,” you said, “when did... (more »)
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Mud Puddles This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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Mud squelched and oozed under the bare pads of our sun-tickled feet as the hose from your garage snaked around our ankles, its deluge of water forcing the grass to slowly retreat and sink, divulging the soft layers of mud trapped beneath. We had... (more »)
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The Empty Desk This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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There is an empty desk in my history class. It's been empty for almost a week now. About seven days ago a person sat there. He would slowly twirl his stringy black hair around his long pale fingers as he stared at the whiteboard without really... (more »)
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Bugs and Guts This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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“Why do they always crawl up?” I asked. “Hmm?” Anthony continued his careful inspection of the jar. Light pulsated in his pale eyes. “It's pointless. There's nothing but glass up there.” I rolled onto my back. The lightning bugs... (more »)
Together at Last This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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Shifting lights, lights shifting. As they settled, I sensed the source of the brightness. Above me was the harsh strip lighting of the hall onto which my flat opened. The key turned in the lock, and with a satisfying click, the door swung open. I... (more »)
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The Elephant Broke This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
The elephant broke. Just like that. As she was dusting the top shelf, the cloth snagged it, and it sort of... slipped. Or, no, it was more like it gradually fell off and fell apart. She watched it dumbly, watched it land and crumble. There... (more »)
To Live Again
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ó ó ó ó ó</p> <p> It was a day at the end of March, March 22<sup>nd</sup>, to be exact. Spring was coming around in New York City, and the weather was slightly chilly when the wind blew, but other than that, the... (more »)
What have they done to us?
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<p> He walked confidently, smiling at the locals as he wandered to work. He had a warm smile for everyone that passed and his eyes were full of kindness. His name was William Jones and he worked with the youth of the town. His dark skin... (more »)
A thick thing called a Textbook and a thin...
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<p>              “Hey Crew!” the somewhat squeaky voice drew my thoughts and eyes away from my gray sneakers. It was Maddie, her brown hair splayed all around her shoulders like some sort of shawl thing. She wore, as usual,... (more »)
Remember me Better Than I am
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“Hey,” she grins, ducking her head so he can just see the way her hair is parted zig-zag, like she couldn’t be troubled to do it straight. He remembers combing it for her, making it ruler-lined. “Hey.” They pause for a... (more »)
One Move
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Sometimes all it takes is one move, to change someone. The move can be good or bad. It can be public or vague. It can intentional or accidental. It can be an act of bravery. But all it would take is one move. At least that was the case for me.... (more »)
Autumn This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
The crimson leaf falls as if in slow motion toward the hard packed dirt of the playground. Who knows if you could even call it that. Nowadays, this section of land is adorned with only a rotting bench, weeds crawling their way up each leg, and a... (more »)
To Live or Not To Live
“Every man dies. Not every man really lives.” - William Wallace My eyes skimmed the quote section in the New York Times. You, sir, are more right than you will ever know, I assured Mr. Wallace. After all, I’m not dead. Beating heart -... (more »)
Going Away
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Low in the sky hung a blazing sun. The boys walked in that westerly direction, but the harsh light pushed them back –go back where you came from, it said. Their hopes and answers were in that light. Two shapeless, ragged bags were draped over... (more »)
Insanity
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I struggle to catch my breath. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back. My body has reached exhaustion and my knees quiver, then I fall. I put my head down and breathe. I am unable to demand my body to continue this insane idea that I can... (more »)
The Terrible Tale of Summer XVII Part 1
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The last day of Junior year slowly ticked away leaving everyone impatient. It's the last day of finals, no more studying, no more classes, no more homework, for two whole months. This is the break that we all need. This is the break that... (more »)
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