A Special Horse
by Anna C., Ossining, NY
There are many kinds of horses in the world, and I believe that it takes a special horse to make each person’s life complete. I found mine, but I had no idea of his worth until one day when I witnessed the true meaning of kindness and compassion.
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Blue Lines
by Tiphanie M., Cleburne, TX
I had my eyes closed, praying that only one line would appear on the white background. I clenched my eyes so tight that tears began to fall. I finally opened them, realizing that the three minutes were up. My heart sank.
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Different Angles
by Katie C., Omaha, NE
Vibrant chairs, abstract light fixtures, and rusting bicycles scream beauty to me. To others, photos are cherished because of the special moments they record. Smiles of friends are common, while chairs are neglected.
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Friendship
by Anonymous, NH
We stand in a circle right next to the door, blocking half of it. We always seem to gravitate to doorways, where we’re most in the way. A teacher usually comes by to herd us out of the way, but 30 seconds later we’re right back where we started.
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Going Solo
by Joseph S., Greenwood, IN
I pushed the throttle up as far as it would go and held it there. I watched the needle on the airspeed indicator creep toward 65 knots as the light posts lining the runway whipped by faster and faster. Liftoff.
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Just One of the Girls
by Taylor O., Louisville, KY
Leo Buscaglia once wrote, “Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
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Let It Go
by Estevan C., Phoenix, AZ
Somebody trips you in the hallway and so you make sure to shove past them the next day. You hear a rumor that someone is talking bad about you so you make sure to expose all the negative stories you know or can make up about him or her.
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Mark
by Samantha, NY
Mark has never had any friends. I don’t know why, nobody really does, but it’s been that way since kindergarten. We would be playing with blocks and Mark would be in a corner by himself with a Raggedy Ann doll.
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Marrissa
by Anonymous, PA
In real life, I was a blond-haired, blue-eyed 10-year-old girl who attended private school, took horseback-riding lessons, and loved to write stories and read. I wore floral dresses and clogs.
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My Right Ear
by Adam A., Clinton, CT
“It could kill him. It must be removed immediately.” This was the news doctors delivered to my parents before I was a year old.
My parents thought I was an average baby who happened to cry a lot.
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Obama Speaks
by Lauren M., Natick, MA
The angry words and nasty implications that greet a novice entering politics could easily turn away even the most well-intentioned from public service.
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Summer Lessons
by Hilary, Wyckoff, NJ
My summer started with a blaze of activity. In late June, I boarded a plane bound for the Midwest, where I would spend six weeks at a summer program. I arrived knowing no one and eager to make friends. The first three people I met were my roommates.
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Tearless
by Mariana C., Newton, MA
Tick tock. Tick tock.
I am sitting on my bed, the purple flowered covers pulled up to my chin. The light is off and the shades are pulled down. I stare at the two lumps in the covers where my feet are poking up.
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The Mask
by Dahlia M., Tenafly, NJ
“Stop making me laugh. Ithurts!” Amanda shrieked, writhing with laughter as she lay next tome on the floor. We had spent the last hour covering our faces withcheap, mint-scented masks and I couldn’t answer or even open mymouth to laugh.
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The Pond
by Jennifer P., Verona, WI
This selection can be found in Chicken Soup for the Teen Soul, the 7th in the Teen Ink
book series, all available in bookstores nationwide and online.
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The Wilderness Peril
by Brian S., So. Plainfield, NJ
We were in northern New Hampshire. John and I had just hiked to the top of the mountain during our break at summer camp. We could see for what seemed like miles, over the brush to the rolling hills beyond.
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Tight Ride
by Nick M., Cannon Falls, MN
It was a very cramped car with six people. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find room. Saturday night. Good times. Five seniors and me, the freshman. It was always fun hanging out with my brother’s friends, but not like tonight.
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