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The Snakes and Arrows a Child is Heir To
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The Snakes and Arrows a Child is Heir To I was born on July sixth, nineteen-ninety-nine, at three-fourteen in the morning, to Iris Suzanne Adcock Gibson and Timothy Ryan Gibson. I had to be a summer baby, seeing as my father was getting his... (more »)
We Can Burn With Them
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Well, the stars are always out. It's just that nighttime is when I see what resembles you most. It's too bad that the way I love you isn't visible. Then everyone would be blind, though. I've never even liked the day time. So... (more »)
To Chico: We Love You This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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Seven years. It seems only months ago that I was reading BOOKS, studying up, preparing myself for your arrival. I remember bringing you home in that small, cardboard box like it was yesterday, hearing the scratching of your claws along the... (more »)
The Shell
By , Basking Ridge, NJ
The quiet music filled the silence. She swayed back and fourth humming along with the music. My brothers sat inside talking about their future. I sat there, hurting. The emptiness was supposed to be filled by now. I was supposed to be okay, happy,... (more »)
I Owe Her Everything!! (Revised)
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Have you ever felt like you were alone when you need someone the most. I have. I felt like I had no one. It was like I had a veil over my eyes. Blocking out everyone who was there for me. It wasn't until she removed the veil, that I realized... (more »)
Understanding Mr. Supernova This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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Rugged mountains, dusted with a thin layer of powdery-white snow, protrude from a pine-tree scattered landscape, piercing benign clouds of thin mist. Amber streaks of sunlight slice through crystalline air, defining the angular clefts and... (more »)
The Beauty of Remembering the Taken
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I think there's a hidden beauty in when something you love disappears. You hurt a lot, sure. Everyone does. But in the end... do you ever forget? Will you ever forget the memory of that person, animal or thing? Do you ever forget how you lost... (more »)
Death
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Walking out of the apartment with my hand clasped between the long fingers of my mother, I observe the withering trees that droop down from the weight of fall sneaking up on it. Its dry leaves sway from side to side as the wind pushes them around,... (more »)
Tar Mountain
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Racing down the tar mountain, watching our flip flops hit the pavement with each stride. The further we sprint the more obstacles we encounter. Our fabric bags thump, thump, thump against our tiny thighs. We can see where we so desperately want to... (more »)
The Extraordinary Hero This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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My fascination with classic film started when I was fourteen years old and since then, I have been introduced to a wide variety of actors, actresses, genres and great classic masterpieces but perhaps no actor has touched my life the way that Jimmy... (more »)
Geniuses Are Rarely Tidy This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category.
My parents are making their bed. Struggling to shove an enormous pillow into a pillowcase still stiff from the dryer, my father mutters, “I feel like I'm stuffing raw beef into a balloon over here.” My mother laughs and makes sure that the... (more »)
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Getaway Driver This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category.
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I was 16, sitting in my biological father's car. He'd just taken me to get my permit, and now for my first drive. His sad attempts to be fatherly weren't working. He was impatient and cared more about his precious car than his daughter.... (more »)
Reading with My Sister This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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The sun is setting. Its heart-warming rays peek shyly through the half-open blinds in the dim living room. The crackling jabber of the TV gently melts into the atmosphere. I, an 11-year-old girl, lie idly on a couch, carelessly resting my head on... (more »)
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One More Thing to Swim For
By , Colorado Springs, CO
There are few things from my life story that are worth putting on paper. Not that I haven't any stories or experiences, but it seems anything significant in my life has yet to be started or yet to be finished. Hi, I’m Margaret. I’m tired... (more »)
Snippets of Life
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I remember May Day when I was six, swaying my hips and performing waves with my hands. Missing two front teeth and feeling totally out of synch with the Hawaiian Hula. I remember Flu Shot day, crying buckets of tears when the nurse stabbed... (more »)
Mom's Scarves This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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I sit in the dentist chair with my mouth pried open like an open grave. I tap my foot along to Taylor Swift’s “I Knew You Were Trouble” which is weakly coming from the overhead speaker. The laughing gas is crawling around inside my veins... (more »)
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