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- Fiction > Realistic Fiction
I have been 18 years old for exactly fifteen minutes. I've spent nearly all of the 18 years striving to know myself, failing pathetically, and the remainder of that time learning about my love, which I'd like to think was more of a success. Since I’ve been 18, I've spent thirteen wh... - Poetry > Haiku
- Fiction > Fan FictionHer porcelain face was crushed deeply into the charcoal-black earth; it had been the same earth she blissfully pranced upon, obliviously drunken by its emancipating winds and enchanting meadows, for most of her extended youth. She felt clumps of rock and soil lodged into the skin of her cheek plop t...
- Fiction > RomanceHe watches as she nibbles on the popcorn. The piece of popcorn Milkshake gives her every day, just for being so darn cute, but she doesn’t know that. Her ears twitch excitedly as she chews away. Milkshake has always loved that about Coffee- the way her ears twitch when she’s happy, but of course...
- Poetry > Free VerseI just wanted a puppy, But instead, there’s a chicken That’d give a T-rex “baby bunny” status Storming my front yard- Go figure. That boy, The one most people thought was crazy, Warned us- Like he always did, But they never listened- Except me, Always. I always knew Dib was rig...
- Poetry > Free Versedriven by the hands of time to go somewhere unexpected, where words aren’t spoken just to steal trust, where I’m able to run away, no, fly- soar- away with only my words as my guide, and where I don’t have to dream about being someone else, because I am that person now. where a “now...
- Hot Topics > Letters to the EditorWhen I first get my Teen Ink magazine, I usually skim through the nonfiction before I read every detail, but “How to Write a Poem” stopped me with just a few words. The author, Isabella Daniels, gave an insightful view of poetry-writing and picked apart each step in a way I'd never thought of. I...
- Poetry > Free VerseA new school Means a new school bus Littered everywhere with crumbled, sticky wrappers, The smell of children's body odor, Absolutely suffocating. Piles of unspoken rules, Soon accidentally learning the first one: Stay out of the high schoolers' section. Quickly redirected a few seats towa...
