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The Howling
By , palmer, AK
I was about 10. Thats when the carnivorous wolves came…….. The bullies. So they called me names, insulted my appearance, they pushed me, shoved me stole my stuff, and even broke my hand and trust me, these bullies are hardcore. You watch... (more »)
The Rough Times
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It was 5th grade, I was the smartest kid in class, tied in first place with another student. There I was, just doing some 8th grade math when I heard the words whispered,...”tomato” then everyone started laughing. I was wearing a green shirt... (more »)
The Red Thread This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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I’ll never forget the day I first saw your face. It was the same day I first heard of the Red Thread. An old Chinese proverb goes “Every person destined to meet is connected by a red thread. It may snare or tangle, but it will never break.”... (more »)
How it Feels to be Well-Traveled
By , Parkland, FL
I am well-traveled but I offer nothing in the way of extenuating circumstances except the fact that I am the only traveler in the world who has never had a flight delayed or canceled. I remember the very day I became a traveler. Up to my... (more »)
A Letter for Him
By , Sanibel, FL
(Boy's name), While this letter may be totally awkward, very random, extremely long, and completely out of the blue, I feel that there are some things that really need to be said. Even though I did make a promise to (girl a) at the... (more »)
A Shoulder to Sleep On
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Feeling the bus brakes seethe to a halt, I lift up my head and open my eyes. Out of habit, I look around to make sure I didn’t drop anything and I suddenly see an unfamiliar face. Then I remember that the only open seat had been the one in the... (more »)
I Was a Lifeguard Once
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It was the beginning of my shift as a local water park life guard; I had a subtle feeling of dread for the day that lay ahead of me. My shift that day lasted until closing and on that day an employee conference party was being held for Teletalk. I... (more »)
The Perfect Summer This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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Last summer I lived in Lakeside, babysitting four kids and spending my afternoons at the lake. The children were lovely most of the time, for 4-7 year olds, and Johni and Tasha were always looking out for me. Johni is my sister, in every way... (more »)
Lineesa Goes Home
The bright morning sun shone through the lacy white curtains in my bedroom. I turned on my side trying to get comfortable. Feeling lazy I snuggled into the silky soft sheets and wrapped myself tighter in the white feather comforter that engulfed... (more »)
My Last Memory With Lineesa Rose
By , Kalispelll, MT
As we finally pulled into my Grandma’s house I glanced at the clock 3:43 A.M. Even though we left Kalispell after we got off work at 5:00 the night before, we still arrived early morning. As I agreed to earlier, I took the later driving sift.... (more »)
Eu Te Amo This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
A distinguished smile begins to on my face as I stared at the card. It was the final attack I had been patiently saving the whole entire night. The colorful draw four wild card meant victory. I look across the table at my closest family members... (more »)
Underwater This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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I don't remember much from that day. I was only nine, after all. There are details, however, that time simply cannot wear away. The sirens are one of them. And the blue tint of my little sister's skin. Emily was only five, practically a baby, her... (more »)
Life of Dad This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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One day I was in the car with my dad, on our way home. I was talking animatedly about a book I had just read, Life of Pi, which you probably know is a survival story about a boy stranded on a life raft with a tiger. “Write my story,” my dad... (more »)
Good Books and a Green Purse This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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When I was eight years old I sat in a yellow and fuchsia yurt, drawing with a fat beeswax crayon made specially in Germany for me (or so I was told). My mom's childhood copy of Nancy Drew and the Mystery of the Old Clock, with its musty pages, sat... (more »)
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Geniuses Are Rarely Tidy This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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 »)
August 4th This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
By , Kailua Kona, HI
I have a foolish and new tendency to stay up late. Every night, I condemn myself to my bedroom, turn off the lights, open the windows to let in the cool breeze, and I watch the most heart-wrenching films imaginable. Tonight I watched a Spanish... (more »)
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