Top Voted Memoirs

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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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#2
One Last Time
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The tires of the plane hit the ground with a great force as the engine slowly came to a halt. A small,  ten year old girl, filled with enthusiasm and wonder, exited the plane as her mother watched a wide smile beam across her innocent... (more »)
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I Am A Wolf (Personal Metaphor)
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A fearless, analytical family man. With the heart of a lion, the cunningness of a fox, but the compassion of a dog. I am a wolf. Anything for the pack, we all work together, my brothers, my parents, and I. We all have the same nature,... (more »)
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My Mothers Eyes
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Everyone in my family has blue eyes. My dad's eyes are like the depths of the ocean, dark and deep. And me, my eyes are deceiving. They are never the same shade of blue. My brother's eyes are like a tide pool, shallow and soft. You can... (more »)
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The Daniel Island Spice Girl This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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It started in the spice aisle of the Daniel Island Publix. Daniel Island was unlike any place I had ever lived before. I had lived in the mile high, mile dry, snow dessert, Denver, Colorado from the time I was born in June of 2000, until the... (more »)
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Messed Up
By , St george, UT
I've always thought of myself as a good person. I get my homework done, I get good grades, I keep my nose clean. But then, my mom falsely accused me of sending and recieving pornography pictures. Sure, my boyfriend did send me a... (more »)
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5 Midnight Black Stitches This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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They are the only ones who hold it all together. They are the only ones keeping everything from falling apart. 5 midnight black stitches with angry limbs and pointy toes like spiders. 5 little things that I don’t want, but are there anyways.... (more »)
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#8
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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#9
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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#10
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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#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
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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#16
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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