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It's Later This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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We are approaching Sofia, prepare for landing. Sofia, I pondered. What a beautiful name. The runway smelled of roses. It smelled of the soft, salty ocean breeze promised in travel magazines. The aroma, a refreshing combination of flower... (more »)
An Unexpected Fall
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This short story and the events that follow are all true. Names and locations have been altered to protect their identities. 8/21/14, Thursday School ended about fifteen minuets ago, but my mom won’t be here until 3:30. So I waste some... (more »)
My Journal
By , Austin, TX
Journal Entry #1: Listening to my Roommate Snore I didn’t think staying as a patient in a mental hospital would be so bland and predictable. It’s late at night and I’m listening to my roommate snore her f***ing head off. The bed’s... (more »)
It's Me Now
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I didn’t know how to play any instruments at all. But I fell in love with music. I remember practically begging my parents to let me play the piano, to let me learn. Finally, they enrolled me in a music program. I had never played before, so... (more »)
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The Village Covered in Snow
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About two miles from my house is a village. The village is at Bethany. It’s called Bethany Village. One day, there was a snowstorm, and two days later my friends and I decided to meet there and hang out in the hood. That might be literal,... (more »)
That Certain Grace This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
By , Fitzwilliam, NH
Lying around so much I found myself having many discussions about paint. It was more natural, too, than I would have thought. We were playing Bananagrams, scooting the cool little tiles around with sweating fingers and she said, “You know, this... (more »)
That Little Vermont House This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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The for-sale sign looks out of place. It is red; stark contrast against the gentle green hues that drape the rest of the lawn. Clouds blot the sky, and the lake is dull and shimmerless. The garden is full of weeds. There were days not so long ago... (more »)
What Happened to Summertime? This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
What happened to the summertime? Everything breezing by and the hot air smooth along the sky. Summer’s sky is the blanket in the back of the closet. The one you can almost never find, because it only stays out for a short time. I feel its... (more »)
Confessions of a Vonnegut Wannabe This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
By , Elburn, IL
I had my first taste of alcohol when I was 14. I was at a friend's house, and I took a shot while listening to Ed Sheeran whine on his iPod. The burn engulfed my throat. Across the room, two blonde girls from my world history class were dancing... (more »)
Bye-Bye, Bully This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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“Are you kidding me? You're wearing that? You're ridiculous! I can't believe you thought you could be popular!” You told me this in the locker room after gym class. I just kept my head down. You chose me out of the group of girls wanting... (more »)
Our Hands This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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I sit across from my mother The red plastic table we share is slick with the sweat of our forearms Our hands meet halfway across its surface, piled gently on top of each other. My mother's smile is warmer than the hot summer sun and I... (more »)
Two Broke Kids (and Some Worthless Metal) This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
By , Millis, MA
The swing set is abandoned and rusted, nestled into an unkempt hill besides an equally decrepit seesaw and lopsided bench. It’s kind of new to me, even though I moved half a mile away from it and have driven by it day after day for years, but... (more »)
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American Dream Summer
By , Roland, OK
My grandmother got cancer when I was thirteen. It was the kind you don’t come back from. Cancer is kind of funny that way. Sometimes it awkwardly shows up to your party and stands in the corner awhile before it leaves. Sometimes cancer ruins... (more »)
Beaches and Brothers This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
By , clifton, NJ
At the tail end of my eighth summer, my mother was so pregnant that she barely had enough time between bathroom breaks to cook supper. Even hobbling onto the front porch to watch us cross the street to the neighbor’s was an event. One... (more »)
Wash Me Away
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Don’t you just love the sound of rain hitting the ground below you or the roof above your head? I know I do. Rain is one of my favorite things on the planet… next to sunshine. The smell of the air before and after a rain shower is, where I... (more »)
My Impossible Baby
By , Arvada, CO
Summer 2014 ... It felt like my insides were tearing away from me. The pain was overwhelming. I could not think. I could not breath. I felt as though I was fading into a different world entirely. Scared out of my mind. I... (more »)
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