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King Talon woke that morning to what little sunlight there was reflecting off of the gray and troubled waters outside his window. Gray and stormy was his favorite type of weather. It matched his heart, his mind, his personality and most of all his gray eyes. The young king pushed back his red vel... - Opinion > Points of ViewLet's start some new trends on teen ink. First, I feel that we should all try to rate and comment whenever we read something. I mean really, we're all aspiring artists, writers, poets, and whack jobs here. Let's support one another. It's not that hard to drop a few kind words and...
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- Poetry > Free VerseI’ve been trying To work Up The guts to Post my Poetry Online. But I Have to Wonder If anyone would Even read It....
- Poetry > Free VerseMy friend, I cannot wait to see you again! To converse excitedly with you About everything and nothing. I have forgotten the color of your eyes, And your hair, And how you look when you smile. When summer turned to fall we were parted. All winter we kept our friendship alive through the ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI saw a woman in my window this morning “Who are you?!” I exclaimed in fear. Astonished, I realized she was me. When did she become me? I’m only a girl! Not a woman… This woman was beautiful. Her pale oval face Was dotted with freckles Her soft brown hair caressed her cheeks. ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionCurled up in fetal position with my toes clamped together and my fingers intertwined, under a million red blankets. This is always what I’ve done when I have a shitty day. My very first day of school: It was terrible. I can't remember why now, it just was. When I came home I didn’t sob like...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryMany have traveled from distant lands just to hear my tale. Come. Sit by my fire lad, and get ready to hear my dearest tale…Back when I was young. Oh… ‘bout fifteen or sixteen I sailed the seven seas trying to fill a void. A void in my very soul… hmm. I was so very young. Beautiful too. But ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI miss summer. That luscious green. The laughter trilling around in the breeze. Water. Wet. Sweat. Work. Miles and miles of road to go. A boy on the other end of a text message conversation. Will he ever know how I feel about him? No time like the present. Rejected and alone again. Thank Go...
- Fiction > RomanceHave you heard the going on’s of two months, three weeks, ten days, three hours, 17 minutes, and 16 – er, 17…18…19…20 seconds ago. The entire kingdom has been absolutely buzzing about it! What kingdom you ask? Why, the country of Ckarradash no less! Everyone is talking about a new thing ca...
- Nonfiction > Travel & Culture“Jesus loves you.” My grandma says these are the three most important words you will ever hear. High up on a mountain I heard the slogan I’d heard all my life and finally began to fathom what it meant. Teenagers from all—and when I say all I mean all— walks of life come to camp WYOBA ha...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI had just sped down the grave yard road and was standing at the top of the high bank above the bridge when I heard a small voice yell over the unreasonably loud music pressed into my pre-maturely deafened ear drums. I’m Awake by Skillet. Instantly I tugged my ear buds free and look up to see my l...
- Fiction > All FictionThere once was a little boy named Jedaiah. He lived in a very large town, in a very small, broken down, house with his mother and father. Every Sunday three of them would put on their best clothing and walk a mile to their little white church on top of the hill. The church too was very small and nee...
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyThe morning dew dripped upon Valkyrie jolting her from her peaceful slumber. Drip! The drop fell right on Valkyrie’s head making her groan with irritation. She stood and parted the leaves and grass that grew in front of what she calls her front door. The shelter of her home was merely made of larg...
- Fiction > All FictionThere once was a man named Papa Phezant. He was old, kind, liked to tell stories, lived in a small port town and loved by everyone so well they called him papa. Papa Phezant went to the pub like any usual night. "Hello Captain Chester." Said Papa Phezant plopping down next to a sailor on ...
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