Facebook Activity



Teen Ink on Twitter

Home > Advanced Search

Advanced Search Results


We found 13 items that match your search.
Switch to basic search »
Refine advanced search »
Results per page: Advanced search
  • Opinion > Points of View
    Custom User Avatar
    Several thousand years ago, people were what we considered primitive beings. Without high levels of technology and knowledge of the world around them, what else could they be? Yet, even in today’s terms, we are still primitive beings. Allow me to digress. Many of our systems of communication a...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
    Custom User Avatar
    Morning comes as the sun rises, shining light on my face. Its warmth brings me comfort as I come to my senses. Of course, the real thing that wakes me up is the alarming voice of someone familiar. “Up and at ‘em, loser! Get your butt out of bed!” I open my eyes to see no one other than K...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
    Custom User Avatar
    We pull into a large parking lot. A small motel is garnished with vines, dirt, and filth. Not the best motel that I’ve ever seen. Of course, I say that like any motel is reasonably sanitary. “We’re here,” the driver says. Lucas helps me out of the van as Mr. Burns follows me. “Thanks...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    Custom User Avatar
    I stand up, ready for the new day to arrive and embrace me with its warm fingertips. My face is cool, and the wind is whipping through my hair. I run, though I don’t know why or where. All I know is the present. No past, no future. I am nothingness. Like a shadow that vaporizes in the light. I kn...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    I amble my way to the second door on the left. It’s my English III class. My teacher, Ms. Madden, stands impatiently at the door, tapping her left foot with her legs crossed. “Hello, Gloria,” I say with the nicest voice. “Shay,” she replies with a dark, menacing tone. “It isn’t v...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
    Custom User Avatar
    The period slowly drifts on slower than a melting stick of butter down a hill. After what seemed to be years in this hell-like room, the bell finally gives off a loud ring, signaling that it is time to move on to 3rd period. In other words, English III. Luckily we are given a long break between ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    Chapter One Hello, dear reader. My name is Shay Elizabeth White, and I am the writer of the Codex of Ultimatum. I cannot tell you why I am, nor can I explain how I got here. What I know is in this collection of books. If you came here to read a story about some fantasy adventure with f...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I am enclosed in Darkness. I am isolated. Entrapped. A key dangles By a single thread Above me. I can not reach it. "Forgiveness" is its name. Why must this key Be the only savior For their mistakes? I reach for the key. But it fades in my hands. For I am too late. I wail As...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Custom User Avatar
    I am falling. Falling into light. Brightness surrounds me. I am cold. I see whiteness, Like sheep's wool. I softly land upon the light. My head is cold. The brightness mixes with The blue sky. Rose petals blanket me. The petals mix with the purity. I am warm. And, for a moment -- ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
    Custom User Avatar
    +++ “Guilty!” The gavel hit its pedestal with a loud bang that almost broke the desk. I lowered my head in defeat. Dr. Miller flung his papers on the floor. His face was scarlet, ready to throw all the insults he could think of under the sun at the jury. “It was from his self-defense! ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
    Custom User Avatar
    I have been alive for almost a thousand years, but even now I still cannot fathom why that boy requested his immortality. It seems strange to me how the world is against me. Even the entire council of the V.E. wants to kill me; even I know it, though they are stopped by my father, Dr. Jonah Miller, ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
    Custom User Avatar
    “Password?” I looked through the holes in the wooden plank that seemed to be considered a door. Three coatmen were sitting on one of the two leather couches. Each had a hood covering their emotionless faces. I grinned. “Silence is golden.” The Passkeeper plastered an unreal and male...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    Custom User Avatar
    Cold wind brushed my hair on the dark intersection. A street lamp was flickering on and off near the tainted STOP sign. To the right of me was Lake Parlor, and to the left was a dense, uncharted forest. I was alone on the dirt road, waiting aimlessly for a passerby. I looked upward and reached for t...

Launch Teen Ink Chat
Site Feedback