Teen Ink

Advanced Search Results

• Poetry > Free Verse
  First Love

  

  By JuneS, Ottawa, Canada

  Your first love isn't necessarily the first person you fall in love with. It is more like an emotion, someone you can't leave behind. Someone you want to be with. The undying feeling that makes your heart ache. I have dated ones before you and I have loved them. But you... You are my...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  It's Getting Old

  

  By JuneS, Ottawa, Canada

  I don’t get what’s wrong. To me, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened. So...why? Why does she continue to play me like this? My boyfriend and I got together on November the 22nd; our 100 day anniversary is soon, March the 2nd, very soon. I trust him, he trusts me, we have a steady rel...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Katherine

  

  By JuneS, Ottawa, Canada

  A cold wet drop of water fell onto her eyelid. Her eyes fluttered open, she observed her surroundings. The sky was covered with light grey clouds that drifted across the sky. It was raining lightly. She sat up and noticed she was sitting in a patch of bright yellow dandelions, in a clearing of a for...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  The Subway Girl

  

  By JuneS, Ottawa, Canada

  There was a dream I had a while back when I was in Korea. There was a little girl that went on the subway at the first stop and always got off at the last stop. She had long, wavy, dark brown hair and glowing brown eyes. She sat there with her head down, her hair covering her face except her eyes. ...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Love Will Be Judged

  

  By JuneS, Ottawa, Canada

  At first, of course I didn’t like him. I mean, I barely knew him. He was just a guy in grade eight that everybody hated, just like me, except I’m the girl everyone hates. Even my best friends hated him. He didn’t seem important. He was known as tall and I was known as an average b****. His lo...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  The Crimson Door

  

  By JuneS, Ottawa, Canada

  I slowly lifted my hand and rubbed the sleep form my eyes. Everything was dark and my senses were dull in the shadows of the room. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness… I saw her. Her shady brown eyes illuminated the small room. I didn’t feel scared, the only words that escaped my mouth were, â...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Mirrored Woman

  

  By JuneS, Ottawa, Canada

  Long ago, I used to live in a small village by the mountains. It was a very lovely place, the birds chirped their morning song and the sun rose behind the small hills revealing its beauty. I lived on the same street as my best friend, Thalia. As best friends we were always together and never sep...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Hands Down

  

  By JuneS, Ottawa, Canada

  My hands, they listen like ears Focused on the world around me They take away all my fears And help me see a different way It doesn't matter whether it's I, her, him or they My hands can compose a dirge Or write about the Devil's Angel These thoughts trapped inside me will ...