Teen Ink

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The Meaning of Love?

By Kiana B., Alto, TX

The beating of my broken heart, now chained and locked away, I hear much louder, through the night, than words we never say. As hollow kisses turn to dust and fall against my skin, I pray that I might find the strength to fall in love again.... (more »)

Shattered Glass

By DarkenedStarlight, St. Louis, MO

He slowly turns the pliers in his hand, curling the wire around itself. With one last squeeze, the next piece of his beach glass mobile is complete. It sparkles as he holds it up to the sun and translucent brown, blue, and green dance across... (more »)

The Skirt

By EmilytheAuthor, Bettendorf, IA

I will be the first to say that I am not materialistic. My friends label me as a goody-goody; my parents say I am conservative and modest when it comes to clothes. I don’t wear bikinis, and none of my skirts or shorts end above my knees. That is... (more »)

First Lady Laura Bush

By Christine S., Arlington, VA and Kelly F., Stafford, VA

Once a teacher and a librarian, First Lady Laura Bush now works on issues of national and global concern. Passionate about literacy, America’s natural heritage, breast cancer and heart disease awareness, her... (more »)

Stop Cheating Yourself

By Harold Z., West Windsor, NJ

A student does not know any of the answers on a test. As he stares at the blank answer page, all the problems look blurry, and when the results come back, the student realizes that he failed. This is the situation for... (more »)

Scrambled Eggs at Midnight..

By Jeni D., Wyckoff, NJ

“I have some rules about books,” says Eliot, a character in Scrambled Eggs at Midnight. “No books with neon or metallic printing on the cover. No books with three-word titles that seem constructed by some publishing rubric … And especially... (more »)

The Ballerina

By Amy W., Ambler, PA

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Black Stool

By Colton W., Lubbock, TX

A black stool, as black as the night sky, stood alone. There was nothing special about it that anyone could see. It was simply a cheap black stool, but it was not ordinary to me. To me it symbolized something special in my life: time spent with my... (more »)