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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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Purple
Purple. A rich, creamy darkness that can darken a room or outfit. A soft, tender beauty that enriches a baby nursery. Purple is the color of beauty and royalty, but it is also the color of death. Purple, to me, symbolizes death. The car... (more »)
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The Right Thing to Say
By , Silver City, NM
For two years, I lived a lie. A lie that never seemed to reside and had no hope of being revealed. For two years, I was somebody else. I’m not sure who this person is, heck how could I, I’m not even sure who I truly was before I... (more »)
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Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
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I look upon them now in the reflection of the dining room window. Their image, though slightly distorted, obtains a distinct acuteness in the incisive replication of their physical appearance on cold glass of the window pane. Amidst a background... (more »)
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Geodes of Goodness
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I watch him perched atop his throne of worn and tattered cloth. Imperiously, he gazes down upon of his kingdom of shattered beer bottles, cracked by the pressure of misery.  His throne of splintering crates, embellished by an abandoned... (more »)
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Roshi the Terrible
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Of all the people at my summer camp, one person was fiendish, cruel, and simply terrible enough to strike pure dread into my heart. This person was ten years old, half my size, and looked like the most innocent girl on the planet.... (more »)
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Olivia Pope
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I don’t really see black women on tv, the stories of Olivia Pope and Anneliese Keating aren’t at the forefront of my mind.They are always overly complex anti-heroes in high pressure situations at 10 pm on ABC.(I try to be in bed by 9:30).... (more »)
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Sahia
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I have been close to my cousin all my life. Born two months apart to two very close siblings. But sometimes our closeness pushed us apart. Children follow in their parents footsteps.I have always shadowed my mom in many ways,I inherited her... (more »)
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Ice Cream
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Me and my mom had been eating ice cream together since I had two teeth and a carefree smile. It was always a source of joy and comfort to eat a cup full of ice cream and watch crime dramas on the living room floor. I was never aware of... (more »)
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Eight Stairs to the World
The last time her dainty feet touched the eight steps leading out of her quaint house was the day she moved away to see the world. This meant no more paintings of the lady in Paris. This meant no more of her really salty cookies that I would... (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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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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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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