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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.
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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Chance
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The last day of elementary school was a distant memory, a memory of which I can never truly reach, no matter the effort even possible to imagine. A dream in the lost ruins of memories, that are gone, never to be found. A drop in the entirety of... (more »)
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Yesturday
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
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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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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when some one help me
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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Autumn in Westfield
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
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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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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I Hate The Cold
Eight years ago my eight-year-old self sat on a plane that was preparing to take its passengers eight hours away from its current location of a perfect eighty degrees Fahrenheit. Sitting on the only runway of a tiny island, the thought of this... (more »)
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#12
The Midnight Sky
One night, during my family’s traditional summer vacation to Cape Cod, me and my family stopped at Marconi Beach (yes, the very man who invented the radio) to look at the full moon over the water. I thought I’d already seen the best of... (more »)
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#13
911
Seven is an uneventful anniversary; an uneventful anniversary of an eventful day. The school showed a memorial video this morning: the planes flying and the buildings crying debris. The last picture showed a single yellow flower on the ash-covered... (more »)
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Boom city
I was bored and it was summer. So I decided to go over to my friend’s house. We were inside his house all day with nothing to do because his x-box was broken. So with us being bored we went outside and he asked me if I wanted to light some... (more »)
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The Amusement Park
Waiting. Thousands and thousands of people are waiting at the admission line, tarrying, yearning to be first in line and to gain passage into the care-free land known as the amusement park. The lines are backed up all the way back towards the... (more »)
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#16
My Desire to Cry
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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