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It's Later This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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We are approaching Sofia, prepare for landing. Sofia, I pondered. What a beautiful name. The runway smelled of roses. It smelled of the soft, salty ocean breeze promised in travel magazines. The aroma, a refreshing combination of flower... (more »)
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An Unexpected Fall
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This short story and the events that follow are all true. Names and locations have been altered to protect their identities. 8/21/14, Thursday School ended about fifteen minuets ago, but my mom won’t be here until 3:30. So I waste some... (more »)
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My Journal
By , Austin, TX
Journal Entry #1: Listening to my Roommate Snore I didn’t think staying as a patient in a mental hospital would be so bland and predictable. It’s late at night and I’m listening to my roommate snore her f***ing head off. The bed’s... (more »)
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It's Me Now
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I didn’t know how to play any instruments at all. But I fell in love with music. I remember practically begging my parents to let me play the piano, to let me learn. Finally, they enrolled me in a music program. I had never played before, so... (more »)
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The Village Covered in Snow
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About two miles from my house is a village. The village is at Bethany. It’s called Bethany Village. One day, there was a snowstorm, and two days later my friends and I decided to meet there and hang out in the hood. That might be literal,... (more »)
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That Certain Grace This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
By , Fitzwilliam, NH
Lying around so much I found myself having many discussions about paint. It was more natural, too, than I would have thought. We were playing Bananagrams, scooting the cool little tiles around with sweating fingers and she said, “You know, this... (more »)
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That Little Vermont House This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.
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The for-sale sign looks out of place. It is red; stark contrast against the gentle green hues that drape the rest of the lawn. Clouds blot the sky, and the lake is dull and shimmerless. The garden is full of weeds. There were days not so long ago... (more »)
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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.
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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#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
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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Flying High
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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True Happiness
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There are times in our lives when we find something good. Whether it be love or knowledge or what have you. That thing always makes you happy. Ok not always,but most of the time. Its that one single thing that can pull you out of the darkness into... (more »)
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Thank You Katrina
I sat down carefully at the empty table in the lunchroom. Wrapping my arms around myself, I attempted to cope with my never-ending anxiety. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be back at Mount Carmel. Yes, I looked calm and collected on the... (more »)
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#14
A Visit
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“I won’t pay your bail.” The man behind the glass had a shocked look on his gaunt face, a silent terror in his eyes, “Why not, honey?” he asked innocently, but she wasn’t fooled. Her eyes flashed, “ You... (more »)
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Self Portrait
Waking up Thanksgiving morning, the first thing my eye caught hold of was the estranged Disney drawing book on the bottom of my book shelf. The azure blue of its cover was immediately appealing; resulting in me spending the majority of my time... (more »)
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My Blue Butterfly Ring
Lights! Cameras! Snapshots! Flashes! Action was happening everywhere. I pinched that little piece of skin under my elbow and ferociously blinked my eyes to make sure it was not a dream. “Jeanne-Marie! You have won! You can come up to the... (more »)
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