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Sleepwalker This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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I woke up one morning and the comprehension washed over me: I’m an alien in this world. Homesickness clutched at my heart, leaving me breathless. Suddenly, a burst of fear seized me. What if I am given the chance to go back? No, I... (more »)
The Waiting List This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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He sits in the drab, gray cell. A standard, plain, 6-by-8-foot enclosure. His prison. The beginning of his eternal punishment. He is sitting on the floor. Thinking. That’s how he has spent most days. Sitting with just his damn thoughts.... (more »)
The Stalked This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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On a cloudy autumn morning in late November, he sat, perched in a tree, awaiting the rising of the sun in the eastern sky. Anticipation was building in his muscles and in his mind. He was patiently watching the dark shadows. As soon as the... (more »)
Passing Judgement This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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Joel had never run for a train and believed he never would. So when the Uptown 3 train screeched away from the station as he descended the stairs, Joel sighed rather than swore, and set down his carrier bag next to a pillar. The reactions... (more »)
I Didn’t Let You This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
We were born on January 1st, 2000, in Juárez, Mexico. In the first few years of our life the only thing that you could remember was your parents telling you that outside was dangerous and only home was safe. Since you were so young it... (more »)
A Dream Deferred This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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They found his name on the boat. It was fished out of a book, stuck between damp pages that clung together, read in the lines of Chinese and English that ran about. It spoke of an American and it was a name that did not get questions or strange... (more »)
A Chill Ran Down My Spine
By , Macon, GA
Beginning at my head, my body suddenly becomes ice cold. I have no other option than to accept my fate. Not but yesterday, my life was happy; then it came. I was wearing my favorite sundress that has pastel flowers on it, hanging out with my... (more »)
The Bug Diaries
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Friday, July 15th There is a circular, black bug crawling slowly up the wall. I admire the persistence of this bug. Every few feet, it slips down the wall, but continues climbing upward, slowly, steadily, reaching for who knows what at the top... (more »)
Apologetic Reperations
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Air promenades in a rather somnolent stance, filling empty grasps with a little warmth while orange blemishes gently subside from restless giants above. I waiver, hands against the wall, staring down the blur that’s manifested through... (more »)
Raven's Misadventures: Pain
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"Something is scratching its way out, something you want to forget about." I never thought those words could be so true. My name is Raven. My friends call me Rae. I'm sixteen and I'm obviously a girl. My mom's name is Mae and my dad is Nero.... (more »)
Run-away
By , Culpeper, VA
Kasey had always been independent and wanted her own freedom, but being 16 she could only do so much about that. She lived with her mother and step-father, Garrett, and having no real siblings only 2 step sisters who were twins. She hated living... (more »)
L-O-V-E
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My first high school homecoming is finally happening. I walk through the doors that have gold and red streamers hanging down from the frame behind the two pairs of couples who are my friend group. Third wheeling is pretty bad, but fifth wheeling... (more »)
Bedroom
By , fairfax, VA
I am a horrible person. I just get up and walk out. I’m out. I don’t know why I do this. I just do it, and for some absorbed reason I know I cant go back.  If I went back, I would be giving in. Giving into what, even I’m not sure... (more »)
Grapes and Vines
By , Nashota, WI
Vi sprinted down the back porch and into the field. She clasped her hands over her ears even though that wasn’t where the pain stung. Her body began drowning in the thick blood that was quickly drenching her white nightgown. The dawn of an... (more »)
Our Beautiful Dysfunctional Life
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The glint of light glinted off the lens of his glasses, as the rooftop tiles stood below him. His brown hair was oily, and his clothes were rumpled. The boy pushed up the rims of his glasses with a bandaged finger, and bent down to untie his... (more »)
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Reminiscence This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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Memories are funny things. Sometimes they sprawl like dogs on a warm day inside my head, happy and soft, usually content to be left alone, but leaping when I call to them. Other times they drip like silver paint into every crevice and curve of... (more »)
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