Facebook Activity



Teen Ink on Twitter

Home > Advanced Search

Advanced Search Results


We found 28 items that match your search.
Switch to basic search »
Refine advanced search »
Results per page: Advanced search
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    As I watched my husband, standing six feet small by the river bank, I knew it was a sorrow without a loss; the man I looked up to was still there physically, but it didn’t take a microscope to see the change that had occurred in him and between us, since I could tell the quirky husband I had marri...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    It all began with a simple card game. A greying man sat with distinguished fame, opposite of him wiggled a blonde boy; he had yet to grow, but knew of true joy. The veteran dealt the cards with graced ease, looking down at the boy swinging his knees. The blonde boy clumsily gathered his card...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    She sits on the concrete steps, hair pinned up in a bun, sipping from a plastic, pink cup. The setting sun burns against the clouds, and she ponders prices. The strawberries are up to five dollars now, and milk is no longer a quarter. She supposes it’s just another result of time, but re...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I found a conch shell today, on my walk along the shore. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen one still alive, and I jumped as the large, sluggish thing withdrew into its shelter. The unlucky fool had lost its race to the tide, yet again, And had sat, drying in the sand. I rus...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    She later told me that she used to dress me up in a bright pink, polka-dot bathing suit, and push me out into the rain; that watching me splash around in puddles was more than she could ever ask for in a present. Dad said sometimes she would join me, but most often not—she wanted to leav...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Love’s like scaling the towering high dive; realizing how deep you’re in over your head, and all you can do is pray you’ll survive. It’s the boyfriend who we know we all dread; you know, the one who celebrates dates late, waiting for sales of once-red roses, now dead. Maybe it was ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I wish I could go back to my childhood world when disasters didn’t mean quakes and floods, insults were nothing more than sticks and stones, and mothers explained that bullies were “just jealous.” I want to go back to those innocent days when chasing dragons with wooden swords wouldn...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Scarlet-stained ghosts of dust drift through their streets, haunting our conscience of deeds done and dead. Yet one by one we fall into line, lost to the feat. Caught in the crossfire, they resist defeat; I’ve seen pavement painted with spatters of red. Scarlet-stained ghosts of dust drift ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
    Custom User Avatar
    For those of you who have been to or even heard of a little place called Cape Cod, you’ll probably remember the sparkling beaches. For those of you who have ever lived there, year round, you’ll remember the boredom of the winter season. You see, my friends and I used to be able to entertain ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    You will need: - A single idea - 1 gallon of heart - 2 pints of stubbornness - 1 ounce of stupidity - 2 spatters of blood - 4 spoons of luck - 3 quarts of courage First crack open an idea, and place it in the bowl gently. Without this ingredient, you’d be left with a disaster...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    Forgive me for smashing, bumping, and falling on you as I learned to crawl. But without those steps we wouldn’t be where we are today. I’m sorry for falling on the bus that time and smacking you against the floor. You didn’t deserve those staples. Forgive me for making ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    It begins the moment you’re born, maybe even those nine months where you’re not technically alive yet, only a mass of forming bones and building tissues, with roadways of veins under construction. Yes, once that little aorta of yours twitches as it takes on its duty to keep a ste...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    “What do you think he’s asking for?” Abbey asked hesitantly. “Probably a fire truck or something,” Brian replied gruffly, “you know how little kids are…” She nodded, ignoring his apathetic tone; instead, she focused on their little boy, who was still whispering his Christmas wish...
  • Poetry > Haiku
    Custom User Avatar
    Let the beauty sing, throughout all the skies crowded with storms. Soar through on lemon yellow streams, only you can construct your way beyond limits to the moon. Ask for those storms—with each that you clear, you can only grow stronger. Soar in the sky through the storm...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    But he had played his masquerade and gotten caught. Master of his game, alas he had tangled in his newfound love. It’s hard to believe a girl caused this spatter of red spots that now taints the snow, this is a lesson to be taught; The lesson of a man who thought himself above, But he had p...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
    Custom User Avatar
    Do I remember when the world took you from me? O Little Beast can’t you see I have died too? For my days are dark but true. My light was you, and you my open sky. I know I shant have one favorite child, But you were my last, my untouched kingdom. Boys about your age walked by, I smiled, Co...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    Happiness is the Wind Beneath clipped Wings Of flying birds. It is the Broken Swings of our Childhood. It is the Canyon Underneath a shaky Bridge That is conquered with Baby steps. It is the Shark's teeth Scattered along the shore Like shells. Happiness is a Momen...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    It was a neat little house— No one could deny that. Very tidy, No lawn ornaments out of place, Hedges clipped to perfection. The paint on its white picket fence never chipped. Other suburban homes surrounded it, And one could see it wasn’t much different. It seemed the only thing it la...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    The bridge is in view now. You’ve made it. A figure is seen pacing on it. You hope they’ll leave. You feel it. Some say it bears down on you Like you have the world on your shoulders. But no, my friends, that’s Atlas’s story. That’s physical. These mental games, they’re far...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    So you want to go to space? To wear those fancy fish-bowl helmets, Sit strapped up in the space ship’s seats. Three, two, one… Blast off! Yet God already assembled the most superb space ship. There is no passenger limit, for God is not picky. No! Those who pass His test are all welcome...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
    Custom User Avatar
    “Please rise for the Pledge of Allegiance,” the intercom barks, echoing through the empty hallways. There are scratches as chairs grate against the cheap tile floor. I place my right hand over my heart involuntary. “I pledge allegiance, to the Flag, of the United States of America,” th...
  • Fiction > Romance
    Custom User Avatar
    The breeze tosses your golden curls gently as you sit against a rock, looking out onto the fluctuating sea. Your gaze is intent, and I wonder if you’re on the verge of a great breakthrough. I guess I’ll never know. I’ve been here for a while now. Here, watching you. Don’t take it in a cre...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    There you sat on the couch, hugging your knees, leaning forward, mouth slightly gaping. I rolled my eyes. You were so much like a child. Every New Year’s celebration was like your first. You were always so excited, murmuring the countdown in disbelief that another year had come. You throw me a ...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
    Custom User Avatar
    I gaze lazily out from my back deck, the heat lulling me to sleep. I'm not sure if the moisture is from my swim in the neighborhood pool or sweat from the humid Atlanta heat. The sun is overhead, and I quickly scan the backyard for shade. It's no use. The trees are either wilting in the heat or are ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    Light footsteps fell against the worn road from scuffed shoes. Normally the shoes were dragged across the ground in a swagger, an act. But it was night now, and there was no one around to impress. Hiking up his shorts, yet again, he strolled past the house with the white picket fence. His face grew ...

Launch Teen Ink Chat
Site Feedback