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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She is the cheapest of words: Strutting down the high school hallways, High heels and low shirts. This month’s boyfriend at her side, This week’s posse huddled around her. Oh, it feels so long ago When she took notes and wore cardigans And read for pleasure under warm blankets. She was...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    Maybe this is strange, but I’ve found that you can tell what a person loves based on what they throw away. It didn’t take me long to figure this out. I’ve been sitting here for only a couple days and it came within a few hours of staying at my post. For example, I wouldn’t know that the ...
  • Hot Topics > Letters to the Editor
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    Teenink: When I write my poetry, a lot of thought is put into where I break the lines. It affects the flow of the poem, especially a closed- form poem, such as a limerick. The line breaks change how the reader reads the poem and how it looks. Sometimes my lines are too long for the format of the ...
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    Ever since kindergarten I’ve been taught That I really should not judge a book By the clothes on it’s back But why not? Why do publishers give books covers If we are to smother their obvious meaning? I suppose it’s because those kindergarten teachers never Have read a book with a closeup...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    I My Chemistry teacher is handing back tests I am thankful I haven’t seen my score yet Positive thinking and denial Doesn't hide the fact that I’ll Never in a thousand years like the grade I get My Chemistry teacher calls my name Hands me the test, I glance at my grade Grab the ca...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    She laid on her side, her back right to the edge of her bed. Nearly three feet of carrot orange hair hung down, the very tips of it resting on the floor. She looked disgustingly gorgeous asleep like this, and the smudged eyeliner that she had forgotten to wash off that night added softness to her fa...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Shiny black buttons How less alive can they look? I tear them from you...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Shines through the window Rests on the group and quickly Jumps back up outside...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    No one on earth knew what had hit them. First, their email alerts from Facebook stopped coming. Then it was suddenly impossible to Google anything. Then there was the demise of the internet, followed closely by tv and cell phones. Many suspected foul play, while others thought the end was nigh, and ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    You’re the cheese to my macaroni The frosting to my cupcake The butter to my toast The ice cream to my sprinkles I’m lactose intolerant....
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I looked handsome as a toad. That’s a simile, in case you don’t know. Perhaps I should have said my reflection looked as handsome as a toad, because that would clarify that I was looking in the mirror. Anyways, I digress. I’m not talking about a toad in a children’s movie, where they wear ve...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    Twenty four minutes and seventeen seconds. I pace from barred window to barred window, from cement wall to cement wall. I grab the doorknob and give it a shake, not because I think it will give,but for something to do with all my nervous energy. I bite my bottom lip and look back at the Timer, the ...
  • Reviews > Movie Reviews
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    Before I even began watching Casablanca, I had already viciously stereotyped it based on the countless terrible “old movies” I’d unwillingly been made to watch in school. I was fully expecting bad actors, cheesy comedy, and a storyline either too complicated to understand or too dull to pay an...
  • Hot Topics > Letters to the Editor
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    I just checked my e-mail and found that another one of my articles on TeenInk.com got a bad rating. This is probably the tenth time this has happened. Don't get me wrong – I'm all for constructive criticism, and I know I have room to improve. Doesn't everybody? But when a person has the nerve to g...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The words don’t even look good on the page anymore They gaze at me pitifully, and I just want to stuff them back into my mind where they came from...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    One eyebrow raised quizzically Quizzically, that’s a good word For the arch of that caterpillar on your forehead. Your eyes are green. Greener than usual, I think. I can’t be sure I never really paid attention. And I think one of them is squinting Sort of, and there! It flinched, I saw...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A good story Is really no different from a good bowl of spaghetti. I ladle ideas on collage ruled notebook paper With a serving spoon. Sometimes dainty angel hair ideas Or deep, round rigatoni ideas. I add a coating of creativity, warm and with the perfect amount of spices Thyme, parsley, ros...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The paper stares blankly at me Counting the seconds Sucking any glimpse of an idea from my grasp My mind is a void, of deep infinite nothing The words fall from pen to paper with a meaningless thud I scratch them out, those two- dimensional words An epidemic races across my mind Thoughts ...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    From the moment I spilled my Rice Krispies My eyes started to get misty Of the box they poured out Plummeting to the ground Oh no! Anything but my Rice Krispies! Reluctantly I scooped them up With my hands into a paper cup I scraped them into the garbage supposing That even though of my b...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The darkness is something beastly, oozing down the walls and puddling on the floor. It closes in on me quickly, coming in from all directions, making it inescapable. I gasp for breath, feeling the heavy weight of it crushing me, my lungs now useless. I cower underneath my heavy blankets, but the ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    I padded across the hallway, holding my dress a half inch off the ground so I wouldn’t make any noise. My crown was under my pillow, the thousands of layers of petticoats had been peeled off and stuffed under my mattress, and my ridiculous high heels had been replaced with a comfy pair of felted ...
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    The sounds of angry honking force their way into my room, intruding the space in my eardrums like a herd of angry geese. My pencil scratches across the page all the more quickly, finishing the last of the math homework I was supposed to have finished last night. I brush my bangs out of my eyes wit...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    I sink my hands into the white walls around me, feeling my breath tear in and out of my throat in short, erratic gasps. Glassy beads of hot perspiration roll across my forehead as I glance downwards at the dizzying drop below me, feeling the nausea bubble and froth in my stomach, threatening to bur...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    The glowing symbols on the otherworldly device in front of me metamorphose once again. The squiggles and half- triangles and loops disappear, replaced with a more familiar, sophisticated set of three circles, the first made of two stacked atop each other, resembling a snowman. My cue. I stiffen a...

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