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Don’t Blink This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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Ms. Mabry's delicate blue blouse flittered across her collarbones, and her long eyelashes waved along the rims of her closed eyes. The peace displayed in her soft, silent smile brought tears to my eyes. I silently wished I could've met her in a... (more »)
Aunt Hilda’s Wig This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
My head was cold, and I could feel the air dance across my scalp. She used her oversized tweezers to pluck each and every hair follicle out of its tiny home. She then scrubbed my naked head until it was red all over. I felt like a past-ripe tomato... (more »)
On the Run This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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A lot of people think that it is my fault. The news and papers criticized me, questioned my mental health. Investigators poked and prodded at my memory. But what people don't get is that, yeah, I was there. And I still hear her screams at night.... (more »)
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9:38 PM, Tuesday October 7th, 2014   I run to the ringing phone in the kitchen, set down my flashlight and guitar and pick up. “Dr. Sergio!” exclaimed Linda Soapstone “I just can’t believe it. Your ads... (more »)
The cursed
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"Let's play a game." "No, I don't want to." said Cathy. "But I want to." the stern voice of the other girl scared Cathy. "What will you do if I don't?" "That's easy, kill you." said the other girl with a danderous smile beginning to... (more »)
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In the middle of the night as the moon lays perfectly in the sky, just above the tree branches that hang down because the leaves are growing heavy with color, I silently open up my front door and step one foot into the darkness. I glance back at... (more »)
Last Through The Night
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Last Through The Night       Rain.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen it rain here and yet it was raining.  And hard, too hard.  It was only the four of us in the house; Amber, Leo, Emmy, and me,... (more »)
Puppet-master, and it's Doll
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“You should, uh…” The panic on her face is spreading, shaking her hands and fidgeting her eyes. She is swallowed by the fear, losing herself, falling to nothing but terrors unwilling puppet. “You should leave. You need to leave. Now.... (more »)
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I’ve done it a million times, I remind myself. It’s nothing new, nothing unique. I’m not afraid of this; I refuse to be afraid of this. There is no reason, no justification, whatsoever. Despite my efforts, my psyche doesn’t respond to... (more »)
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  I slide across the bed of the truck and slam into the side as we turn, going far too fast. I let out a whoop of laughter. Eve should probably slow down; maybe even try to go the speed limit, but driving too fast, that’s what’s fun about... (more »)
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Something had awakened me.  Was it the darkness?  It’s so dark that when I wiggle my fingers in front of my face, I can’t see them.  The wind is howling and it’s pouring buckets outside.  A lightning bolt flashes across the sky, and... (more »)
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The Game
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They were rushed out of the holding. They were a group of five, just as there had always been. The Choosers, as they are called, pick a group of five each and every night and take them to the storage yard with their cloaks of raven feathers... (more »)
The Fields of Nothing
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For as long as I could remember, I’ve been walking in the field for years. I’m not even sure if years is the correct term to use, my concept of time is skewed and confusing. Events before the field are blurry, whispers and sounds lost to... (more »)
The Bogar Mansion
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The woman was doing a backbend that snapped all the bones along her spine. I heard it crack peice by peice.  There was no time to run, no time to think.  The rattling of her chattering bracelets threw me off.  She let out a morbid screech,... (more »)
It sounded like violin music and it was coming from the basement. I crept around the corner and into the living room, holding only my baseball bat. The staircase was dark and the music was getting louder as I crept closer to the stairs.   ... (more »)
The Light Is Falling
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Will walked west, towards the setting sun, which had been visible since the horrible morning of his birthday, so this was nothing special. He had always imagined that the savage sun was like a bloated tick; just waiting to devour his raw naked... (more »)
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