Tag Archive for ‘Gracie Gralike’

Fiction: “Vera”

No one expected the deaths to start so quickly in this war. It wasn’t until I had heard the gunshot ringing throughout the empty street that I had known it was war. I hurried out of the apartment. My skirts flapped around my legs, making it nearly impossible to run. The man was lying on the pavement, the pale white of his skin contrasting greatly with the dark pavement. I sucked in a large breath at the sight of him. His skin was waxy, as if someone had carved him out of stone and laid him there as a statue.

Poetry: “Shadows”

What’s so mysterious about shadows? Teen Voices contributor Fiora Elbers-Tibbitts explores shadows in her original poem.

Fiction: “Nothing”

By Shannon Hupman, 18, Virginia: “I would die to be with my Dolores/ Aiaiai, Dolores, Dolores…” Dolores laid face down on the old mattress. Her egg-pale, buzzed head was turned to allow her some air and the opportunity to study the papers strewn across her nail polish-stained carpet. The ancient boom box, banished to the corner, serenaded her haltingly from across the room.

Artist of the Month Judges

From professional artists and Teen Voices staff to talented teens, all equipped with a wide array of knowledge and experience, Teen Voices covered the bases in selecting our Artist of the Month Contest judges. Each month during 2012, the 12 judges will pick their favorite submissions corresponding to the monthly theme which might be love, school, beauty, or body image. Click to read more about our amazing judges!

Poetry: “In the Black”

By Amiah Taylor, 15, Pennsylvania, with art by Gracie Gralike, 19, Missouri

Fiction: “Colors”

“Holding hands with my best friend, we twirled in circles around her backyard. We laughed and grinned and promised to never let go.” I don’t know what provoked this sudden flashback. It was just another day, not that I have usual days—I don’t like routines—but I found myself sitting in a dim lit coffee house, a cup of black coffee already in my hands, the steam hitting my face. I must have had a strange look on my face. I’m sure it was the one I get when I’m concentrating too hard and that annoying wrinkle between my eyes becomes visibly clear.

Poetry: “Somewhere in Time”

Poem by Laura Baldwin, 13, Washington, with art by Gracie Gralike, 19, Missouri

Fiction: “Silence and Noise”

Zooey was sick. She had been sick for quite a long time now, she thought. Weeks and weeks now, even. Zooey had come to think of her home as a safe place. The only safe place. Outside was dangerous, distasteful—people moving briskly past her window with dogs on leashes, cars whizzing by, and the thorough uncleanness of nature.