Teen Ink: Teen Magazine, Poetry, Blogs, College, Music, Movie & Book Reviews, Fiction
Subscribe to our magazine
Submit Work
 
Subscribe
Submit Work
Teen Ink RAW
Join Teen Ink
Support / Donate
About Us
Teen Ink Store
Tell A Friend
Contests
beRED on AOL
Bulletin Board
Partners
Resources
Celebrity
Interviews
Advertise
Subscribing
Schools
Link to Us
Contact Us




The Teen Ink Books Series

Chicken Soup for the Teen Soul Book - Real-Life Stories by Real Teens

« Previous Article Poetry Index Next Article »

After The Day After


Rate this article:

Send your work

Email a Friend

Bulletin Board

Teen Ink Blogs



By Jessica B., Lexington, MA

   When I was maybe nine

I would lie awake nights

staring fearfully at the deep-navy

dome of starless sky

and I followed the progress

of each plane as it

blinked hauntingly past my windows.

I heard some as a strident snarl, but

some were just twinkling lights

just like stars, really,

except for their inexorable passage

across my view.



And the fear took my hands

and balled them into

nervous fists

and held my eyes so wide

they ached,

even though I knew it was silly,

too silly to disturb my parents with

so late.

Each plane I thought

might hold a strange

and powerful bomb and could

maybe unleash it

on my town

and everything would vanish

in a fascinating orange-radiation-glow



just like on t.v.




« Previous Article Index Next Article » 




 
Advanced Search
Article title:
Words within article:
Section of website:
Article appears on:
Author's first name:
Author's last initial:
Author's city:
Author's state:
Author's country: