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#1
Lost and Found 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 liked being a mess. The desk that should have been clear so I could do my homework was always besieged with bowls of cereal and spoiled milk, old magazines, and Post-it notes I had forgotten to remember. My floor was a vacuum in itself, eating... (more »)
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The Rise and Fall of the Great Darkness: A Love...
By , Williamsport, OH
Looking back on all this, it seems rather unnecessary that it even happened. Although I suppose it would’ve happened sooner or later anyway. I guess you’d like to know what I’m talking about, so here goes. On a Sunday in last... (more »)
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Left Seek
By , Springfield, MO
You know the feeling where you wouldn't put the gun to your head but if someone else were to you wouldn't stop them from pulling the trigger? Lying in the road looking at the stars hoping these were your last seconds. Or closing your... (more »)
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Grandmother Knows Best...
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My sister, Jubilynn, is one of those people who learned early on how useful the counsel of seniors could be. Our elders are filled with decades of experience. They once were young and had the same experiences as we’ve had. Despite the... (more »)
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Carbon Monoxide
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As I open the door of the Ford Explorer the November chill sends shivers down my body. Excited to spend the night at my best friends’ house, I walk on the side walk up to the front door that I would soon remember for the rest of my... (more »)
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#6
My Life in a Short Story
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My Dad wasn't there a lot when I was a kid. Not because he was a dick that left his kids when they were young. He was just working a lot and never really had time to do anything else. It took me a few years to realize he wasn't ignoring... (more »)
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Swim Your Life Away
By , arvada , CO
8:30’ and it’s time to get up. I had already filled my bag with goodies to last me through the stench of chlorine and the screams of girls rumbling through the pool. We jump in the car still half asleep, I have  nutri-grain bar... (more »)
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Yesturday
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What happens to yesterday? Does it dissolve into thin air? Or is it always there? Do the days evolve around you like a globe? Either way the day always seems to fly by and then yesterday is gone with the wind. What happens to yesterday? All I... (more »)
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memories
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Cherish the moments and keep your memories, nobody can take them away. As long as you make moments worth having you’ll always have a story to tell. (more »)
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#10
Dusk
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My feet are stained a surprisingly vivid shade of yellow. I do not know where my shoes are, and I do not care. Nothing is happening, and I am altogether separate from the world, isolated. People have been passing me by all day, and I do not... (more »)
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#11
when some one help me
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It was one of my hardest day for me that day the teacher gave us new math problems to do i din't understand the problems i feel so stuped, and nervious all the students in the class were dpoing their work ecept for me.The next thing i did is that... (more »)
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#12
Autumn in Westfield
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Autumn is almost here- my body tells me so. All of the regular symptoms of the fall season have stimulated my senses. There is that sudden, gentle breeze that makes my hairs stand on end and immediately settle and makes the trees sway like the... (more »)
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Ski Lifts
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I walked through the snow and sat down on one of the two seats of the old, red ski lift and thought, “If only someone could break open that door and pick the lock to start the engine again, I would be able to get to the top.” It was Christmas... (more »)
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#14
Finding Courage in Trials
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The morning was crisp and clear, a premonition to the warm day to come. The sun was peering through the tree tops and a cloudless sky hung above the horizon. A bright, yellow bus came around the corner and a team of students climbed in. The ride... (more »)
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#15
Flying High
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Two short years ago, just a few days after Christmas, I find myself wide awake at the crack of dawn, anxious about the day as my mind races in circles. I try to stay warm, bundled underneath the covers, but the chilly air outside my hotel in... (more »)
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#16
My Desire to Cry
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On the bus ride home after the high soccer game, I had an emotional breakdown. There’s no cover up for it. I wasn’t just having another bad day. It just was. The week was pretty good considering the previous happenings. So why was I... (more »)
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