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Secondhand Insecurity This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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“Don’t drink that Coke, sweetie; all those chemicals are bad for you.” “Smoking is so toxic, man. Not even once.” “Just say no to nasty preservatives and buy something natural.” Every day we are bombarded by health advice.... (more »)
Back Doors This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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In the summer of my fifteenth year, my parents took me to the circus. The air smelled of the sweet combination of caramel popcorn and summer breeze. The audience was just arriving, anxious for the show to start. Kids ran around like tiny live... (more »)
A Transcendent Failure This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
“I guess I'd prefer if we'd just stay friends.” The words coursed through me like nothing I had ever heard before. Every bit of effort, every kind thing I'd ever said to her, every time we'd “shared a moment” – none of it mattered now;... (more »)
Flight This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
The guide tells me to run, so I do. I run down the hill until the parachute opens and catches the wind, making it impossible for me to continue moving forward. But I don't stop. He said run, so I continue to try and push myself forward, with... (more »)
My Great Hunting Adventure This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
All my life I've been told that deer hunting is hard. You get up early, drive out to the woods, and walk around all day in the blazing heat or freezing cold to maybe see a deer. If you are lucky enough to see a deer, it will probably be a doe, too... (more »)
Zombies Are People Too This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.
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I'm the biggest scaredy-cat you will ever meet. So why was I watching “Shaun of the Dead”? I was getting into the Halloween spirit. Everything terrifies me; I'm that teenager who's still scared of “The Wizard of Oz.” But recently when... (more »)
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My Angel
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           They call me pneumonia, but they don’t truly know what I am. Truly, I consider myself a killer. I come into a living being to utterly destroy them. I was on the prowl for a new victim when I... (more »)
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Artistry
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How does she do it? The thought gradually found shape in words, molding itself out of the cloud of disbelief-wonder-confusion-fascination swirling about my stunned senses. Under Ms. Selina’s hands, sound blossomed from the piano – blossomed,... (more »)
Contagion This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
When I am seven and Ah-Rim is six, a new boy transfers to our homeroom. Half of his face is ravaged with tiny red dots, pricks of inflamed skin roughly textured like braille, and when he enters through the sliding door, the entire class breaks... (more »)
To Find The Faeries This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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As a small child, nearly four years old, I was entrusted with the possession of a small book of poems that belonged to my mother. Well worn, with pages falling out and the binding loose in places. Scotch tape on nearly all the pages, placed by... (more »)
Waiting Rooms
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My very early life was spent in hospital rooms; my parents have memorized the monotonous white walls of waiting rooms, memorized the anxiety that turned their bones to lead. My life hung in a delicate balance, and the doctors never believed I... (more »)
Chasing Happiness
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Some may say I’m running out of fear. A month ago, I was fighting with my mom and dad with trying to change electives. I wanted to quit – yes quit, the forbidden word – orchestra. My dad stood at the head of the dinner table with my mom... (more »)
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My Imaginary Friend, Jessie
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While most four year old girls are obsessed with princesses, I was obsessed with Jessie. Jessie was no princess, per se, but a sorceress from another realm called Magicland with red hair and blazing green eyes. She was a teenager, of course,... (more »)
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RIP
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To Whomever It May Concern,   Last night I stayed up late trying to talk a boy out of Suicide.  I fear he is a fallen angel by now.  He was freaking out about things I learned to just ignore all together.  I tried to help him and when I... (more »)
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Finding Hope
By , Park City, Utah, UT
We stepped off the plane, shocked by the diverse culture we were introduced to. Spanish signs directed us to the exit, and I stared at the rusted escalator. We were in Guatemala. In a country where 75% of the population is living below the... (more »)
Life's Demise This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
May 20th, 2010. One of the hardest days of my life. Usually, one cannot pinpoint the day that your life takes a turn for the worse, but I can. This was the day I lost my father. He didn’t die. In fact, he is still very much alive. Alive, walking... (more »)
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