Most Recent Memoirs

Here are the most recent memoirs:

Tear Stained Pages
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Darkness. All you see, all you feel when you’ve dug yourself a grave so deep nothing can pull you out. When the lonesome and fear fills you up like a water balloon ready to burst. No one’s there for you. It’s only yourself... (more »)
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It was a stormy summer’s afternoon. The sky was as dark as slate, and the air was oppressive. I watched the clouds swirl above my head as my grandfather unlocked the front door of his house. He promised me that he could teach me how to... (more »)
Here Today, Gone Tomorrow
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This narrative is about a day that changed my life dramatically. My Mother and Father was getting me and my siblings ready for school. Then my auntie ex-boyfriend asks my daddy to go to the store with him and our neighbor. They came back my... (more »)
Something That Needed to be Let Out
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I think it's hard to move on after someone leaves, after losing someone important to you. Especially when they take a part of you with them that you can't really truly ever get back. When I was 10 I lost my best friends, I mean yes we... (more »)
By , Penn Laird, VA
All my life, people have told me that there’s nobody better for me to be than myself. I agree with that now, but for a long time I struggled with who I really was.     One day, when I was in preschool, all of us in... (more »)
Moving, Fun Yet Sad
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I have always went to at one school district, so I knew many people even when I moved from Conneautville PA, to Conneaut Lake PA. But this last move has been the worst, I decided that my life would  be better off if I had moved with my... (more »)
Three Girls That I Once Knew
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The first girl wears her blonde hair in high ponytails and thinks it’s weak to wear pink and teases her friends because she thinks it’s funny, even if it’s not. She reads books at the dinner table, and in the pink glow of a... (more »)
A Small Reminder for Everyone
By , Baltimore, MD
Not all Muslims are terrorists. Not all African Americans are thugs. Not all Christians are homophobes. Not all Hispanics are illegal immigrants. Not all old people are racist. Not all feminists hate men. Not all Asians are studious. Not... (more »)
The Impossible Attempt of Erasing History
By , Baltimore, MD
Our country is known by its iconic name of “The United States of America.” That’s how it is in the Pledge of Allegiance, after all. United. Now, more than ever, we need to be that way; be allied, be one. But instead, it... (more »)
Bad Things Come in 3s
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“You’re gonna regret it if you don’t go.” Those words stuck with me for a long time and they were right. My not-so-step-dad told me this when I expressed my frustration about missing vacation bible school for my great... (more »)
Concert to Remember
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The time I went to a Shawn Mendes concert. It was the middle of the night I couldn’t sleep at all. All that was in my head was the fact that I could probably go to his concert ,but I didn’t know if I was going to go The since I still... (more »)
The Significance of Solitude
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I don’t know why I remember one of the many days I spent sitting in a tree stand in the early winter of three years ago. I did not see a single deer, nothing more than a possum. But although I was not lucky, that day is etched into my... (more »)
The Snake Attack
By , arlington, NC
 I woke up in the morning and went downstairs to brush my teeth and eat breakfast. I saw in the corner of my eye my mom packing something in a bag. I asked her what she was doing and said too wait and see. When it was noon I already knew... (more »)
One Frame at a Time This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
If only a photo could capture more than a frame, more than a still, more than what is right in front of me. If only a photo could capture the emotion, the vibe, the tone – the irrational logic of my brain as it operates under childish rebellion... (more »)
A Lighthouse in Hurricane Harvery This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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My home was on the map as just one dot, bleeding red. Red for mandatory evacuation. We left our lives behind that day at the break of dawn, uncertain of our future and of what would remain of our past. Just two days earlier, the day Hurricane... (more »)
Don't Turn Away This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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It was my father who first informed my family of what happened in Charlottesville. His voice was low and empty as he entered the kitchen, shoulders sagging, head shaking in disbelief. My mother and I looked up from our own discussion, waiting.... (more »)
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