Top Voted Memoirs

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#1
Lost and Found This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category.
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I liked being a mess. The desk that should have been clear so I could do my homework was always besieged with bowls of cereal and spoiled milk, old magazines, and Post-it notes I had forgotten to remember. My floor was a vacuum in itself, eating... (more »)
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#2
Oh, Brother
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I was four. I was reading a book with my grandma. My mom and dad had just left for the hospital and I was so mad they didn’t take me along. So I sat there impatiently, eating fruit snacks. The taste of fruity goodness filled my mouth and... (more »)
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#3
The Car Ride Home
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My finger traced over all the craters, dents, and protruding detail on the car door. I focused on my breath, it was heavy and heated. My mom was rambling on about something, but I ignored her. The radio was blasting music, it went in through... (more »)
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Getting Koffi
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We had waited 6 months for that day. That would be the day that I got to meet the new member of our family!      “Mommy mommy lets go I want to go meet our new puppy!” I spoke in excitement.     We all got in the White Mazda, Well,... (more »)
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In-N-Out Surprise
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My mom suggested getting In-N-Out for dinner one night. My brother, Cam, and I looked at each other and smiled in agreement. Tonight we were dining out. We raced down the stairs to our moms shiny silver car.  We yanked open the... (more »)
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Nonfiction Fairytale
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Everyone knows the story, of a princess meeting her prince, and then of course the happily ever after that follows. Then again, not every happily ever draws from the same tale. This princess’ story did starts with a tragedy. Not just for the... (more »)
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The Smallest Fire Makes the BIGGEST Smoke
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How did this happen? My nostrils fill with the stench of unwanted fire. The orange flames light the dark room. I freeze, my mind racing, my hands shaking, my eyes watering. How do I stop it? I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. I can hear... (more »)
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#8
Yesturday
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What happens to yesterday? Does it dissolve into thin air? Or is it always there? Do the days evolve around you like a globe? Either way the day always seems to fly by and then yesterday is gone with the wind. What happens to yesterday? All I... (more »)
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#9
Dusk
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My feet are stained a surprisingly vivid shade of yellow. I do not know where my shoes are, and I do not care. Nothing is happening, and I am altogether separate from the world, isolated. People have been passing me by all day, and I do not... (more »)
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#10
memories
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Cherish the moments and keep your memories, nobody can take them away. As long as you make moments worth having you’ll always have a story to tell. (more »)
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#11
when some one help me
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It was one of my hardest day for me that day the teacher gave us new math problems to do i din't understand the problems i feel so stuped, and nervious all the students in the class were dpoing their work ecept for me.The next thing i did is that... (more »)
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#12
Autumn in Westfield
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Autumn is almost here- my body tells me so. All of the regular symptoms of the fall season have stimulated my senses. There is that sudden, gentle breeze that makes my hairs stand on end and immediately settle and makes the trees sway like the... (more »)
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Ski Lifts
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I walked through the snow and sat down on one of the two seats of the old, red ski lift and thought, “If only someone could break open that door and pick the lock to start the engine again, I would be able to get to the top.” It was Christmas... (more »)
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#14
Finding Courage in Trials
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The morning was crisp and clear, a premonition to the warm day to come. The sun was peering through the tree tops and a cloudless sky hung above the horizon. A bright, yellow bus came around the corner and a team of students climbed in. The ride... (more »)
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#15
My Desire to Cry
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On the bus ride home after the high soccer game, I had an emotional breakdown. There’s no cover up for it. I wasn’t just having another bad day. It just was. The week was pretty good considering the previous happenings. So why was I... (more »)
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#16
Flying High
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Two short years ago, just a few days after Christmas, I find myself wide awake at the crack of dawn, anxious about the day as my mind races in circles. I try to stay warm, bundled underneath the covers, but the chilly air outside my hotel in... (more »)
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