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Teen Ink Magazine,
April 2001 :
Fiction Articles
City Street
A woman swam elegantly towards me through the crowdedstreet. She had long black hair, pale skin, and was wearing a dark and flowingdress that swirled in the river around her. She flickered between beauty andugliness as she moved.
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Family Reunion
Ring around the Rosie ...
We left the housemoments ago, leaving five smoking candles on my cake. Now we stand in a brightroom, my parents and I. I can see the backs of my uncles and aunts; they surroundsomething I can't see.
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Holding My Breath
I've always been able to hold my breath longer than mysister.
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Lemonade Story
"What do I do?"
"Yeah, what do youdo?"
"What do I love to do, or what do I do?"
"Howabout what you love to do first."
"Hmmm ... I could tell you astory to let you know what I love to do.
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List of One
This selection can be found in Teen Ink: Written in theDirt, the sixth in the Teen Ink book series, comprised all of fiction andpoetry.
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Sun-God
Most of my life I wasted as a kid I have regrets For many things Idid
I don't like Who I have become All this shall be changed Byyou, my son
You will bring honor To the family name It is now yourduty To erase my shame
Son, you're going to be a ...
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The Pariah
We are called The Pariah. There was a time when I was a person, a Citizen, Rana de la Fortuna. Now I am Pariah #64-18560, known by the name of Froggy. Four years ago I was dehumanized, my number tattooed across my back in two-inch tall black letters.
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The Poem
I found the poem in my grandmother's old glove box, anicely crafted oak thing made for those long, satin opera gloves no one has wornfor at least 40 years.
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Waiting
I lean my forehead and nose against the cool glass ofthe window and look out, watching the street rush past like a river. The car isfogged over as though the windows are covered with blankets. My forehead and noseleave imprints on the glass.
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Winterlude, Michigan
Winterlude, what is it that I hear out there? Amidst theworried sirens of your city ambulances and patrol cars, As I take my dailytrek home through unshoveled sidewalks the dense shower of snow, Through yoururban sprawl, I can feel the snow crinkle beneath my tennis shoes, the ...
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