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- Poetry > Free Verse
1839 Water laps against the sand of Sierra Leone cautiously, As if it were a puppy afraid of its towering water dish. The mountains are coated in an everlasting sheet of emerald green foliage And as the wind sweeps by with a swish, It kisses at the cheeks of many unsuspecting African America... - Fiction > RomanceA cold wind pricks at my face. Winter is coming soon, I can feel it. I continue to walk my way home along the slim piece of sidewalk that I have. Dusty red and yellow leaves crunch under my feet with each step, a distant cry for another dying autumn I think to myself. My dark brown hair flicks every...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceDear Readers of My Writing, Hello…… again. I’m sorry about all of these letters to you! I know they are getting annoying. A part of me just feels the need to tell all of you important information about what’s going on in my life. So, here’s some more important stuff from me to you. ...
- Fiction > Romance“Stay on the path!” my aunt yells before I can close the door completely. “Ok!” I yell back, even though I know she can’t hear me. I was sent to my aunts for the summer because I needed “Relaxation” as my mom would call it. The divorce therapy group agreed with her. I jog to ...
- Fiction > RomanceI fell asleep with my head on Adam’s lap, my dad sitting a couple chairs away not commenting on how close I have been to him in the last few hours. When I open my eyes I look up to see that Adam has nodded off. Laughing quietly, I sit up and face forward in my chair. My dad is stiff and sits s...
- Fiction > RomanceAdam floors it down the small suburban street in the direction of the hospital. “So are you having a baby?” I ask my mom, head pounding with confused thoughts. What is going on?! “I don’t know. I mean, the doctor never said anything like this would happen due to the miscarriages…” ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionA House is not a home. Or at least that’s what my parents tell me. “A house is not a home. But the home is the family, and the family is the heart.” Or at least that’s what my parents tell me. My only question is: What if your home is like your family? Then wouldn’t the house be...
- Fiction > Romance“So what did she acknowledge?” Adam’s words sink into the air around us, filling the truck with the wanting to hear the rest of the story about taking my mother to the barn. He sounds excited and genuinely curious about what she had told me. Kind of like when he asked me what I realized the fi...
- Fiction > RomanceFor the last week I have been stuck to Adam like glue. Hip to hip we stick, not leaving each other until we have to pull apart at my porch step. Kind of like when a month and a week ago we parted, except when we leave each other now we know that tomorrow we will snap back together tomorrow. Today, A...
- Fiction > RomanceIt has been a month since Adam hugged me goodbye on my porch step. It has been a month and a day since my dad talked to me, because the last time was when he called me at the beach house. It has been a month and half a week since my mother has looked me in the eyes. It has been a month and a day sin...
- Fiction > RomanceToday was just like yesterday, but I go through it with a strange feeling. A feeling I’m sad to say I’ve felt before. It was the same one that I felt when my mom had told me they were having a baby, and that I was going to be a big sister. It tingles all over me, the hatred of it all, and its al...
- Fiction > RomanceWe spend the day at the beach, swimming, splashing, and kissing. Today is when my mom gets her ultra sound. In a couple hours actually, I am a little bit embarrassed to admit that I am excited. I want to know what they are. Will I have three baby brothers, or sisters? Or will I have a combination of...
- Fiction > RomanceThe sun rises is our window around five o’clock in the morning. My eyes flicker open when the room fills with this new born light. When they do, what I see is what I’ve been waiting to see all night, Adam. His eyes are still closed, not showing me their amazing blue quality. Jet black hair stick...
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction“If you could be anywhere, where would you be?” This is the usual game of twenty questions that you play over texts when you honestly don’t know what the h*** to talk about. It’s also (if between you and your ‘crush’) the part where you’re supposed to go: ‘I’d be with yo...
- Fiction > RomanceWhen I wake up, it isn’t because the sun is peaking at Adam and I over the ocean, or even because Andrea and (or) Henry kicks dirt at us. It’s because I feel Adam lift me up in the blanket. Half asleep, I make my hand curl around his neck in fear of falling. Then I remember this is Adam, and he ...
- Fiction > RomanceIn the next thirty minutes Adam and I had our bags upstairs and a large blue comfortable looking sleeping bag on the floor. I am in my blue and white bathing suit that I got with my mom on that horrifying shopping trip. Adam is wearing trunks and a white t-shirt. His fingers curl around mine as we w...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionYour pinky wraps around mine. “I promise sweetheart. You wear these gloves, and you won’t ever get cold.” My mom’s words sink into me, and I put the stupid gloves on. I put them on with a pouty face because I never liked those things; they suffocated my fingers and didn’t make proper ...
- Fiction > RomancePage two hundred twenty-nine, twelfth one down the right side, below palpable and above paltry, in the section of P words: Palpitate. Palpitate; verb, to throb, to pound with emotion or exertion, to quiver, to shake. I read the word, my hand shaking violently as I set down the page. I ha...
- Fiction > Romance“RHOINOS ARE TOO SCARY!” I say and Adam only laughs. We have been talking about the most random things on this not so short car ride. Adam and I have been driving for at least two hours. At the moment we are surrounded by green-filled trees and wild flowers, it makes me wonder what’s out there...
- Fiction > RomanceAfter we got back from the shopping trip dates and times seemed to make them selves more apparent to me. I was going to be going to Adams BEACH HOUSE in three days for a whole week, my mom was supposed to have a ultra sound in five, and (thank you dad) once I get back I’m going to be cleaning the ...
- Reviews > Book Reviews“In Tyler’s Words: People had ignored me when I was Nerd Boy, but that changed after I got arrested. A third of my fellow students kept their distance, like I might be wearing a bomb strapped to my waist. Another third looked down their noses at me because I had to work with the (gasp) custod...
- Poetry > Free VerseNew home. New Rooms. New doors to walk through. New kitchen to cook in. New dining room to not be used. New places for flowers to eventually die. New neighbors. New fake smiles to see. New everything except… Old memories of friends whom I miss with all my heart. ...
- Fiction > Romance“So when are we going to have our actual date that you said was going to happen on Saturday?” I ask as Adam is driving me home from our little adventure on the cliffs. “Um, this Saturday like I told you the first time.” He winks and I laugh. I meant a time, and he knows it. “I me...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceDear who ever is Reading This, I’ve written a letter like this one other time on Teen Ink to tell my readers about my computer troubles. Now, I’ll be telling you about some other troubles that have been going on for the last week. Before I do tell you about that though, I just need to say t...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceHer hair is a dirt brown, but not ugly like dirt itself. She always said it was ugly “It looks like poop.” She would say, grabbing it and waving it around slightly. Her eyes were a hazel green color that would change every now and then. Her face is clear and her hair always perfect. Not to menti...
