Teen Ink

Advanced Search Results

• College
  Guide > College Articles
  A Peanut Goes to College

  

  By j.Jaishri.a, St. Paul, MN

  I was seventeen years old when the doctors told me I had a tumor. They didn't know what kind it was or what it meant, but I was a little nervous anyway. One of the first thoughts I had was, "I want to see Peanut go to college." For those of you that may be a little concerned about my ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Art

  

  By j.Jaishri.a, St. Paul, MN

  We speak with spirit, We love with passion, We know things you don’t know. We dare to dream and rise again and sometimes fall below. In Heaven’s music Angel wings keep time to solemn beats, And love will triumph once again as armies rise with fleets. Forgive this soul for all its wrongs A...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  I Found

  

  By j.Jaishri.a, St. Paul, MN

  I found myself today in a corner I didn’t expect Sitting at a table A cup of black coffee in hand. I had my glasses on, And a book in hand, The Me I found Tossed a smirk And said to me, “Hey girl, I’ve been waiting for a while. You run late with something? And I sat there trying to th...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Vows of Honor

  

  By j.Jaishri.a, St. Paul, MN

  It's hard to believe, isn't it? That we're here today, you in the fire and me watching it. We couldn't have known, old friend, when we set out to see the world. I tell myself that every ten seconds; I come back to it like the sun comes back to rise. I tell myself that if I woul...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Felixia

  

  By j.Jaishri.a, St. Paul, MN

  Deep in a cave, past unnamed horrors and undiscovered monsters, there is a little vial named Felixia. She glows with such strength in all the darkness that it seems terribly ironic that the darkness itself, with all of its mystery and horror, could not have amounted to the evil in her shallow being....
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Red Roscoe

  

  By j.Jaishri.a, St. Paul, MN

  “Oh look at him, isn’t he just a darling? What a precious little thing! Why, look at his eyes, they’re warm and light as honey, and –oh! My goodness, feel that hair, soft as downy feathers. You’re my little boy, to be sure!” Mother says sweetly. And Roscoe sits up a little bit and smi...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  The Victorian

  

  By j.Jaishri.a, St. Paul, MN

  This is the end, Because the beginning wasn’t The only thing that matters is this moment That moment you step out of your body And become something more, something greater This is the end Of life as you know it This is the end And isn’t it glorious? - J. The Victorian His white s...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  A Green Umbrella

  

  By j.Jaishri.a, St. Paul, MN

  Meriwether Frost carried a green umbrella with her everywhere for as long as anyone could remember. She would cross the street looking like some kind of giant highlighter amidst all the slate-gray rain, smiling her dreamy smile. She was a little crazy, old Meriwether, but no one minded much. She was...