Teen Ink

She emitted a snarl that warned of her vermilion rage, and seized the shiny, silver toaster (my breakfast cookware of choice) and brandished it above her head with threats of defenestration....

i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown. The Sea would imprison me – he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out – how...

Sun upon my head,Scorching brown locks.Fatherstriding,Too fast for little legs.High above theroadway,Atop the perpetual roar,And the steel bluewater,Churning below.Running on the planks,Staying to...