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Teen Ink Magazine,
June 2007 :
Fiction Articles
A Royal Bedtime Story
by Sarah B., Andover, KS
No one really liked Princess Missi. She was bossy and spoiled and an all-around brat. The castle servants all agreed that she would benefit from a good grounding.
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Dad
by Sean C., Ardsley, NY
His skin is as purple as grape juice when he yells at me. “Why did you do that? That wasn’t very smart! Use your brain for once!”
“I didn’t mean to! Everyone makes mistakes sometimes!”
“You seem to be making more ...
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Glowing
by Korbi B., Walnut Creek, CA
The tips of her toes trace the water, creating baby ripples that echo across the pool, growing larger and larger until they stretch into flatness. Moonlight dances across her face, illuminating the already pale strands that fall across her brow.
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Meet Me by the Seashore
by Rachel C., Hillsboro, NH
This isn’t the life I planned - it’s not the end I anticipated, either.
I look down at the seashell, the last tangible hope I have. Everything else has been lost.
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Mute
by Joan B., Marietta, GA
I learn language in two seconds - it all comes together, every word in my life, every grunt or shrug or tone - everything suddenly has a name. And all from before, a language gone and gone away, every knowing and realization deleted.
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Paperwork III: Paperweight
by Julia S., New Boston, NH
There’s a mole in the Office of Information, and Third Commander Perrin Lane knows who it is. With proper paperwork in place, she goes after the First Commander that could ruin them all. Read parts I and II on TeenInk.
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Strings
by Mary-Katherine H., Kennesaw, GA
He was a puppet. I saw his painted smile, his gangly, drawn-out way of crossing the room, and while I saw no strings, I knew they were there. He walked because someone else wished him to. He existed because someone else wished him to.
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Sunfire
by Adam H., Versailles, Ky
The postman came early the morning Jack Cromley found out the sun was on fire. He was dropping off a Sports Illustrated and a phone bill when Jack came running out the door, leaving the postman with a bagful of letters and a mind full of confusion.
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The Last Unexploded Bombshell
by Mason M., Springville, UT
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He sat behind the wheel of a rusty Chevy, calmly picking the stuffing out of the seat between his legs. Led Zeppelin floated out of the speakers and through the cigarette smoke, adding a dream-like quality to the already surreal evening.
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The Light of God
by Christopher B., Cromwell, CT
Around his twelfth birthday, Ronald became aware of the simple fact that God lived in the third light from the left in his church.
It was obvious enough that Ronald was surprised no one else realized it, but since his mother never mentioned it, he said nothing.
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The Unseen
by Juliet F., Niskayuna, NY
You walk by, going on with the clockwork routine, but you don’t see me, you don’t see me.
You halt for a heartbeat; it catches your eye for a moment. Perhaps you saw me, perhaps you saw me.
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Watching the Snow Fall
by Leila E., Cinnominson, NJ
I was born exactly 12 minutes and 26 seconds before my sister, the first of us to open my mouth and cough in the oxygen of Pennsylvania Hospital, but it was she who, 13 years later, would wake up and run down the stairs to my mother screaming that she was hemorrhaging ...
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Zip-Zip & Yo-Yo Adventures
by Krista N., Kingwood, TX
After looking back on the events following Zippy’s arrival on earth, Joshi laughed. What may have been trials of discipline and anger were now more bearable, but if Joshi had the chance to do it again, she would not, for the sake of keeping her sanity.
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