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Fiction, Essays & MoreNational Teen Storyteller Contest
The Pumpkin
Lamar Mitchell
9th grade, IllinoisThird Place — It was a dark and stormy October night in the beautiful state of Wyoming and Farmer Tim was about to go to bed...
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Fiction, Essays & MoreNational Teen Storyteller Contest
Floor Meditations
Dominique de Castro, 11th Grade, New YorkFirst Place — Dust clouds hung in the air. Sun rays wove between each particle in an intricate lattice, covering the study...
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Fiction, Essays & MoreNational Teen Storyteller Contest
Skeleton Love
Joseph Caluya, 12th Grade, NevadaSecond Place — The stares of the cruel eyes penetrated through me, transmitting a notion that my body was some sort of anathema...
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Fiction, Essays & MoreNational Teen Storyteller Contest
16 Siroccos
Mary Lawrence Ware, 10th Grade, New YorkThird Place — My mother says menopause is full of pain. Hot flashes, anger, despair, insomnia, a surge of untamable emotions...
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Fiction, Essays & MoreNational Teen Storyteller Contest
The Question of Where We Begin
Kyle Minor
We begin with the trouble, but where does the trouble begin? My uncle takes a pistol and blows his brains out.Now we may proceed to the aftermath
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Fiction, Essays & MoreThe Model Short Story
On "My Aeschylus” by Jim Shepard
Josh Weil
The best short stories are simultaneously the least understandable and most fully felt. They hits us with undeniable force, a concrete impact...
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Fiction, Essays & More
Joyride
David Abrams
Zeildorf had been on guard duty since 2 p.m. and he’d been paired with Suarez. That was the first bad thing. Suarez was known for his weak bladder—compared...
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Fiction, Essays & More
A Certainty
Rumaan Alam
When you get old, your skin goes soft. Like the pages of a library book, my grandmother’s hands, papery and cool. She’d take my hand in hers...
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Fiction, Essays & More
Amulets: A Slideshow
Roberta Allen
Eyes closed, Tara squeezed the amulet so tightly in her hand that she shrank the island of Taniqua, her home, to the size of a studio apartment in Manhattan
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Fiction, Essays & More
Power Ballads
Will Boast
It’s worse than dating, I told Kate. Every band you join, every job you take, it’s always the same: That first awkward jam, feeling each other...