Teen Ink

Every morning I wake up to the normal sun shooting through the left window, blinding me as I try to open my eyes. My dog, Donald, barks up a storm. He insists that every morning at exactly 7:04, he...

Andrew was soaking wet that night when he woke up shaking with fear. He had had a nightmare, different from any one he'd ever had or heard about, that was a nightmare of unknown sort, a dreadful...

Every morning I wake up to the normal sun shooting through the left window, blinding me as I try to open my eyes. My dog, Donald, barks up a storm. He insists that every morning at exactly 7:04, he...