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Letter from the Editor
Dear Teen Ink Readers,
Welcome to the newest issue of Teen Ink Magazine! Since the year is coming to a close, in this edition, we’re taking a moment to reflect on 2024 and celebrate the ways teens have made a difference in their communities and the world. Our Making a Difference section highlights the stories of teens who’ve worked to create positive change, showing that no effort is too small when it comes to making an impact.
We’re also excited to feature a special segment on Photography — an incredible art form that captures creativity, emotion, and moments that can often speak louder than words. Along with that, we’ve included a Poetry Section filled with beautiful pieces, and a Review Section to keep you updated on the latest TV shows and movies being watched by teens around the world!
Thank you to everyone who contributed to this issue, whether through photography, poetry, or sharing your stories of change. Your voices inspire us all to keep pushing forward.
As always, we can’t wait to hear from you — if you have something to share or want to submit for future issues, visit teenink.com/submit. Enjoy the issue and we'll see you in 2025!
Best regards,
The Teen Ink Team
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HOW I MADE A DIFFERENCE FOR STRAY CATS
ARTICLE BY SANIYA ISKAKOVA, ASTANA, KAZAKHSTAN
PHOTO BY MARIAN DE SILVA, GAMPAHA, SRI LANKA
In our neighborhood, five stray cats made their home in the shadows, silently asking for help. Every day, I would see them huddled together, their fur matted and their eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. As I watched them, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to take action. These weren’t just cats. They were creatures that deserved care and love, and I decided to become the one who would provide it for them.
Every morning, I would gather cat food, excited yet anxious about what I might encounter. I would venture out to our courtyard, pouring the food into small piles. Each time I arrived, the cats would appear, cautiously at first, then rushing toward me as if they had been waiting all along. This simple act of feeding them became a ritual that strengthened our bond.
As winter approached, my concern grew. The cold was biting, and I couldn't bear the thought of those innocent creatures suffering in this weather. I decided to take a bold step, and I transformed the damp basement of our building into a safe haven for them. I set up cozy corners with blankets and even created makeshift beds from old cushions. It became a place where they could escape the harsh wind.
completely. I named him Joy, a handsome black-andwhite boy. When I took him in, it was as if he had always belonged in my home. His playful antics brought laughter to my days, and his gentle purring at night brought me peace. Joy became more than just a pet; he was my confidant, my source of joy, and a reminder of why I had embarked on this journey in the first place.
Through this experience, I learned valuable lessons about compassion, responsibility, and the impact one person can make. I discovered that kindness doesn’t require grand gestures — sometimes, it’s as simple as showing up for those in need. I found strength in my
I DISCOVERED THAT KINDNESS DOESN’T REQUIRE GRAND GESTURES — SOMETIMES, IT’S AS SIMPLE AS SHOWING UP FOR THOSE IN NEED. I FOUND
STRENGTH IN MY VOICE, LEARNING TO ADVOCATE FOR THE VOICELESS
However, not everyone shared my compassion. One neighbor was adamant about getting rid of the cats. He wanted to call animal control to have them removed, believing that they were a nuisance. Our debates became heated, but I stood my ground, advocating for these vulnerable beings. I knew that they had no one else to defend them, and I couldn’t let them be thrown out into the streets. As weeks passed, I felt compelled to find loving homes for these cats. I reached out to friends and family and posted on social media. To my delight, three of them found new families who promised to love and cherish them. I was over the moon, knowing they would no longer face the dangers of the streets. Each adoption felt like a triumph — a small victory in my mission to make a difference.
Then, there was one cat who stole my heart
voice, learning to advocate for the voiceless. Now, every time I see a stray cat, I remember my journey with Joy and the others. I am reminded that we all have the power to make a difference, no matter how small our actions may seem. Whether it’s feeding a stray, advocating for animal welfare, or simply spreading kindness in our communities, every effort counts. In the end, my quest to help these cats transformed not only their lives but also mine. It taught me that love and compassion can create ripples of change, inspiring others to join the cause. I may have started this journey alone, but it has led me to a community of compassionate individuals who believe in making the world a better place for all beings.
And so, I continue to advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, hoping that my story encourages others to do the same. Together, we can create a world where every creature, no matter how small, feels safe, loved, and valued.
a reward with no cost
ARTICLE BY ENZO PAESANO, CORAL GABLES, FL
ARTWORK BY ANONYMOUS
When I was 14 years old, I started volunteering every other Saturday at Breakthrough Miami, a non-profit organization that offers academic enrichment opportunities to underrepresented middle-school students. When the summer arrived, I spent every weekday for six weeks teaching Math and Language Arts, as well as academic electives like Robotics. I’d also play sports with the “scholars” during physical electives. This kind of time commitment might sound like a lot, but my mother and grandma, who understand the value of giving back, encouraged me to continue.
At first, I was skeptical. I was new to the act of volunteering and thought that the scholars wouldn’t notice my presence. I also thought it would be impossible to balance other activities. Weekends already consisted of homework, baseball games and practice, and spending time with friends and family. I was also shy, simply teaching the scholars and helping them with activities rather than trying to connect with them on a personal level. But I kept on going back. Soon, the scholars were running up to greet me in the mornings. Waking up early on Saturdays was hard, but small acts like these cheered me up, putting a smile on my face and energizing me to teach.
SEEING SOMEONE CARE
FOR MEMBERS OF THEIR COMMUNITY ENCOURAGES OTHERS, EVEN THOSE WHO MIGHT NOT TYPICALLY GO OUT OF THEIR WAY TO HELP
When I was in middle school, I always looked up to older people to set examples for me. With the consistent presence of role models, the Breakthrough scholars were surrounded by a positive community. I realized that our kindness and curiosity were reflected in them. Service can be contagious. Seeing someone care for members of their community encourages others, even those who might not typically go out of their way to help. This past year, I started The Book Link, collecting books through donations and delivering them to facilities in need. I thought that this would be a solo project, but when I began posting my progress on social media, peers at my school began to reach out, wanting to help.
Community service is like moving a boulder; once one person starts pushing, it attracts others to help. Once I began to understand what volunteering is and the amazing effect it has on ourselves and others, that bolder kept on rolling.
BUILDING BRIDGES IN THE AUTISM COMMUNITY BUILDING BRIDGES IN THE AUTISM COMMUNITY
Three years ago, I volunteered for a program called SunnyBlue, which works with people with autism. When I signed up to help this program, my mind viewed this as some kind of "easy" outlet for getting community service hours. I saw myself as not much more than an extra set of hands. The value of the work was something I was not familiar with. But that changed once I stepped onto the badminton court. Helping run the activity, I discovered I was involved in something so much more than I expected.
On both sides of the net, I got to know the participants
I WAS PART OF PROVIDING A SAFE PLACE FOR [PARTICIPANTS]
and the explosion of fun they have with each swing of the racket. One of these moments was enabling a player with autism to become a real part of the group. With just a little bit of guidance and patience, I watched them grow in confidence, their smiles getting wider with every rally. At that moment, I realized my position wasn't just about helping everything go smoothly; I was part of providing a safe place for them to express themselves and to empower confidence in who they were. It was the excitement of those children and the resilience of their parents that opened my mind to the difference I could make by merely being there and being present. This experience not only changed my perception of community service but also taught me a valuable lesson in the building of authentic relationships.
TO EXPRESS THEMSELVES AND TO EMPOWER CONFIDENCE IN WHO THEY WERE
individually. I learned to love their personalities, quirks,
Thereafter, I continued as an active SunnyBlue member, always committed to serving individuals with autism. Events like the meetand-greet held with our local sheriff's department helped me bridge understanding with our neurodivergent kids, their families, and our very receptive police officers. This meeting opened doors for a greater understanding of the neuro
disorder and fostered a newfound sense of compassion within our city. In the organization, I had taken initiative as vice president to coach tennis lessons for our autistic participants. The outdoor experience helped them learn a new sport and further develop their social skills, building new interests. One of the highlights of my time with SunnyBlue was holding a talent show for our kids with autism. I even took the stage to perform with our talented individuals. Linked with the core skills they learned at SunnyBlue, our participants were allowed to express their particular talents, and our community was allowed to celebrate their skills in a supportive atmosphere. Today, my team and I have grown the organization into a total of 15 volunteers committed to improving the lives of individuals with autism and increasing awareness about the disorder in our community.
Through my journey at SunnyBlue, I have learned that the difference we make may be small in number, but it grows even more with every single person we reach and every connection we go out of our way to make. Be it through coaching or organizing events, I feel
proud knowing that every contribution has helped
THIS EXPERIENCE CHANGED NOT ONLY MY PERCEPTION ABOUT COMMUNITY SERVICE BUT ALSO TAUGHT ME A VALUABLE LESSON IN THE BUILDING OF AUTHENTIC RELATIONSHIPS
create a welcoming space where our community’s neurodivergent members can thrive!
PHOTO BY ABBIE PRICE, BRYANT, AK
ARTWORK BY ANONYMOUS
ARTICLE BY NEVYL PANICKER, CERRITOS, CA
MAKING A DIFFERENCE: A JOURNEY OF EMPOWERMENT AND CHANGE
ARTICLE BY NURALI AKHAT, ALMATY, KAZAKHSTAN
Throughout my life, I have been driven by the belief that every individual has the power to make a difference, no matter how small their actions may seem. My journey in creating meaningful change began in my community, where I discovered the
I RECOGNIZED THAT I COULD HARNESS MY LOVE FOR THE SPORT TO UPLIFT AND EMPOWER THE YOUTH IN MY COMMUNITY
profound impact that dedication, empathy, and a willingness to take action can have on those around us.
In my village in Kazakhstan, opportunities for personal and athletic development were limited. Many young people, including myself, felt the weight of unfulfilled potential and a lack of avenues to explore our interests. Motivated by my passion for football and the desire to inspire others, I decided to take action. I recognized that I could harness my love for the sport to uplift and empower the youth in my community.
With the support of my local football club, I organized free training sessions for children aged 8 to 14. Every Saturday, I would gather a group of eager young players at the local field. Some had never kicked a ball before, while others were already honing their skills. The first few practices were challenging; I faced skepticism from parents who questioned whether a young athlete could make a meaningful impact. However, my determination fueled my efforts, and I focused on creating an inclusive environment that fostered growth, teamwork, and a sense of belonging.
As the weeks passed, I witnessed a transformation. The children who once hesitated to participate began to show up with excitement and enthusiasm. I not only taught them football techniques but also emphasized important life skills such as teamwork, discipline, and perseverance. Our training sessions became a safe space for self-expression and personal development. I encouraged the players to set individual goals, both on the field and in their studies. It was rewarding to see them develop their skills and gain confidence as they celebrated each milestone.
One memorable moment that exemplified the power of our initiative occurred during a local tournament. Our team had trained tirelessly, and anticipation was
high as we faced off against rival teams. The support from the community was overwhelming, with families and friends coming out to cheer for their young athletes. As our team advanced through the matches, I felt an immense sense of pride — not just for our victories, but for the bonds we had formed. The joy on the players’ faces as they scored goals and celebrated together was a testament to the impact we had made.
opportunity in underserved communities. My experiences have taught me that change is not only possible but necessary. By creating opportunities for
BY CREATING OPPORTUNITIES FOR EMPOWERMENT AND GROWTH, I HOPE TO INSPIRE OTHERS TO TAKE ACTION, JUST AS I DID IN MY VILLAGE
Through this experience, I learned that making a difference often starts with simple acts of kindness and a commitment to helping others. I saw how investing time and effort in the youth of my community could foster a culture of support and motivation. The impact was not limited to the field; it extended to academics, relationships, and overall confidence. Young athletes began to see themselves as capable individuals with the potential to achieve their dreams.
As I reflect on my journey, I am inspired to continue making a difference in larger contexts. I aspire to pursue a degree in business and community development, equipping myself with the tools to address systemic issues that hinder growth and
empowerment and growth, I hope to inspire others to take action, just as I did in my village.
In conclusion, making a difference is not about grand gestures; it’s about small, consistent actions that uplift and empower others. Whether on the football field or in broader community initiatives, I am committed to fostering change and creating opportunities for those who, like me, are eager to make their mark on the world. I believe that together, we can cultivate a generation that embraces empathy, collaboration, and the belief that each individual has the power to effect change.
PHOTO BY SHELBIE PERANI, PLYMOUTH, OH
MAKING A DIFFERENCE
ARTICLE BY GAUKHAR ZHAKASSOVA, ALMATY, KAZAKHSTAN
ARTWORK
BY YENA PARK, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
In December 2023, I joined a wonderful volunteering team called Kind Hearts. This project was dedicated to helping teenagers facing psychological challenges or other problems they couldn't manage on their own. The team was remarkable, and the environment felt like a warm, welcoming home where anyone could arrive at any time and be greeted with big hugs.
Most of this club's activities were online, though some events occurred offline. At that time, I was an online volunteer. The project had a Telegram channel where organizers posted each volunteer’s profile with a brief description. This allowed teenagers to choose the person they felt most comfortable asking for help. There was also a chat for volunteers, where I connected with others who were incredibly friendly. The organizers informed us that our work would begin soon, and I was excited to get started.
However, as other volunteers began their assignments and were contacted for help, I found myself left out. Time passed, and with no one reaching out to me, my initial enthusiasm faded, leaving me with doubts about my worthiness and the trust I could inspire in others.
Fortunately, one day, my patience was rewarded when a girl finally reached out to me. I remember my joy vividly, but that feeling quickly dissipated after reading her message.
She wrote, “Hi, I have something that's been worrying me all the time. I don’t think anyone could understand if I shared my problem. Can I trust you?” I responded positively, and she continued, “This summer was, honestly, boring for me. I love detective, thriller, and horror stories, and I may have overindulged in that content. I started watching videos on murder cases. I know it sounds strange, but that’s where I am. At first, it didn’t scare me; I found it interesting. But with time, I began to fear that I could end up like those people. I felt sick thinking about it. From what I read on
Google, the initial thoughts of murderers were exactly like mine. Since then, I've been having panic attacks. What if I end up doing something like that one day? This thought has been consuming me, even now. Please, help me.”
Reading this left me utterly shaken. The idea of murder terrifies me, and I usually avoid even thinking about it. And now, here I was, confronted with it. How ironic, isn't it?
Initially, I was unsure about my ability to help her with such a significant issue. I felt it was beyond my capacity. But as I re-read her message repeatedly, I could not help but feel a deep sympathy. I cried, overwhelmed with empathy, and after much hesitation, I decided to help her through this.
The following day, we began working together. I shared my schedule with her, and she shared hers. Every day, I checked in about her fears, offered advice, and suggested ways to manage panic attacks. After a month of daily conversations, I identified the root of her problem. When she talked about her fear repeatedly, it seemed she was working through it, but in reality, she was avoiding it. It had become an illusion she had created to cope. She was just making serious a problem that actually never existed. When I explained this to her, she was surprised and, for a long time, denied it. Finally, she agreed that her behavior had been holding her back. This was our turning point.
After six months of hard work, countless conversations, and many psychological exercises, she finally overcame these thoughts! Her anxious feelings no longer bothered her. I was incredibly proud of her resilience, and she thanked me more than a hundred times. She was my first and most memorable client in this project. Through her determination and self-awareness, she triumphed over her struggles.
After that, I continued supporting other teenagers, offering them the encouragement they needed. Also, that girl offered me to be friends, so we are in touch to this day. In this way, I helped someone see the vibrant side of life. I know that my work was small, but I believe that I helped make the world a slightly better place.
MOVIE & TV SHOW REVIEWS
ANIMATION/SHORT
Lackadaisy
Review by Josephine Buller, Coatesville, PA
This summer I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time refreshing my feed for any update on Lackadaisy: my favorite animated series. As I attempt to prepare for the parade of passionate art that we will see with the release of the official series, I
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their respective speakeasies are portrayed as cats. This choice in anthropomorphic designs does not undermine the tone of the film but rather elevates it with expressive character design and movement.
The animation of this pilot is exceptional and screams to the stars “see what you can do when you care!” Through the inclusion of construction lines in their final cuts, the animation feels authentic; it’s as if you have a seat at the table and can watch the paramount effort put into this art. The movement of the characters feel genuine, as the animation team used subtle gestures for emphasis rather than exaggeration. Tracy Butler, the creator, even crafted the pen used for lineart, so the animation would embody the aesthetic of the early ages of animation. The compositing further illustrates both the beauty and danger in this setting of St. Louis with dramatic lighting and crucial details such as specks of dust. The effort that was put into every facet of this film ensures that it never gets old, even if you watch it hundreds of times. Which I have!
Of course, the story to accompany such high quality animation must also be of great quality itself. Within
PILOT] TRULY STANDS AS A TRIUMPH FOR INDEPENDENT ANIMATION AND A REVITALIZATION OF THE MEDIUM
have found great pleasure in reflecting on Lackadaisy’s animated pilot. The pilot was released in spring of 2023 and was beyond stunning; it truly stands as a triumph for independent animation and a revitalization of the medium.
The adaptation of the Eisner Awardnominated comic, Lackadaisy, is a standalone story set in prohibitionera St. Louis, and introduces the comic’s fantastic and fanatic world of crime and booze. Surprisingly or fittingly, the cast of odd gangsters, frazzled jazz musicians, and awkward bookkeepers who compete for alcohol on behalf of
the 27-minute pilot, Lackadaisy does an incredible job of presenting intriguing characters and 1920’s St. Louis with its breathtaking atmosphere, phenomenal scenes, intense dialogue, captivating soundtrack, and engaging motifs. Each character is distinct in their mannerisms, design, and speaking, allowing for a captivating depiction that leaves the viewer desperate for more. The setting is used effectively to create a convincing narrative of competing speakeasies as the viewer witnesses an escapade that takes you from melodic railroads, to exploding mines, and eventually to an underground speakeasy.
Decorated with poetry, layered dialogue, subtle gestures, and beautiful music, Lackadaisy leaves little to want for in its outstanding story.
While these incredible features instill an urge to speak in prohibition-era prose and take up 1920’s fashion, there are references to the original comic that occasionally leave the viewer behind. But as a love letter to the community that spurred this film into existence, the momentary confusion can be forgiven. Without the backing of an animation studio, Lackadaisy's creator Tracy Butler had to turn to the comic’s fanbase for support. Receiving incredible amounts of enthusiasm from its fanbase,
success reveals that audiences are hungry for high quality animation.
COMEDY/ROMANCE
Flipped DECORATED WITH POETRY, LAYERED DIALOGUE, SUBTLE GESTURES, AND BEAUTIFUL MUSIC, LACKADAISY LEAVES LITTLE TO WANT FOR IN ITS OUTSTANDING STORY
Lackadaisy raised enough money to support the production of this pilot through crowdfunding alone. Since its release, the pilot has gained over fourteen million views and raised over two million dollars for the production of a full first season and mini episodes. I contributed to the fundraising myself; despite my parents’ reasoned objections, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited about the release of a series.
Compared to the lack of originality, or any care for the principles of animation, from contemporary animation giants, this film is crystalline water in a desert of deficiency. Viewers know this too, as seen by the massive support this series has received. Lackadaisy’s passion for the process is intoxicating like a glass of bathtub gin (or so I’ve been told); and its
Review by Cora Arnold, Hartland, WI
When I saw the description for Flipped, I thought it was going to be another childish love story with no real meaning. Little did I know that this childish love story would quickly have me rethinking.
Directed by Rob Reiner and based on Wendelin Van Draamen’s novel, the movie takes us on a nostalgic journey through the lives of two young neighbors, Bryce (Callan McAuliffe) and Juli (Madeline Carroll).
Set in a small town in 1960 Michigan, this movie brings you back to a childlike feeling as you follow Bryce and Juli from childhood to young adulthood. You get the opportunity to view the development of one's character from an outside perspective allowing you to see clearly how they develop their personalities.
As Bryce and Juli navigate the complexities of their feelings for each other, they also learn valuable lessons about empathy,
acceptance, and the true meaning of love. As you watch, you will find yourself unknowingly smiling at how sweet each scene is. Like when Juli’s dad teaches her an important life lesson; the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. “A cow by itself is just a cow. A meadow by itself is just grass, flowers. And the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light. But you put them all together… and it can be magic.” Juli later learns from Chet, played by John Mahoney, that the same applies to people. Only sometimes, the whole can be less.
What sets Flipped apart is its authenticity. With the cast of this film being relatively small names, it provides the movie with a certain individuality that allows the audience to be fully immersed in the story. Penelope Ann Miller and Aidan Quinn play the role of Juli’s parents wonderfully as they teach their only daughter about the things that really matter in life. And Rebecca De Mornay with Anthony Edwards as Bryce's parents showing a family dynamic completely different from that of Juli’s. This is with the exception of Disney star Shane Harper who you may have seen in movies like Dirty Dancing, High School Musical 2, or Dance-off. Yet each character brings a different purpose to the
...A LOVE STORY THAT CAPTURES THE INNOCENCE OF YOUTH, TO THE BITTERSWEET NOSTALGIA OF GROWING UP, AND TO THE HONEST POWER OF HUMAN CONNECTION
film as they each contribute their own part to the character development of Bryce and Juli.
At its core, Flipped is a love story, but not just between two individuals. It's a love story that captures the innocence of youth, to the bittersweet nostalgia of growing up, and to the honest power of human connection.
COMEDY/DRAMA
Review by Colin Park, Bakersfield, CA
I browsed through Netflix, Disney Plus, and Youtube; heck, I even browsed through Amazon Prime Video’s egregiously low selection. My taste for cinema and cringeworthy videos had been completely exhausted and I found myself almost…lethargic. As if an instance of magic, my friend texted me as I was about to shut my computer and told me (very emphatically, I might add) to watch The Bear. Seeing as how I had already watched all three Star Wars trilogies (twice), I decided I could give it a shot.
And boy, it shot right back.
I clicked play on the first episode and was introduced to Jeremy Allen White’s character, Carmen Berzatto (Carmy for short) faced with a caged bear. I was puzzled, to say the least; I didn’t quite expect a cooking drama to introduce the show with anything like this. However, it immediately panned to Carmy jerking awake to a hectic kitchen. From there, I was taken to a rollercoaster of introductions at an alarming rate of all the
characters and the positions of each. The show follows Carmy, one of the best chefs to exist, who takes over his deceased brother’s diner and tries to manage the dumpster fire that is the staff. From a constantly angry grandma to a rowdy and disgruntled cousin, Carmy has to tackle the team’s issues on top of the failing business itself. So far, the story is nothing super different.
So why did I, as well as many other viewers I’m sure, never stop except to use the bathroom? Through a combination of hectic storytelling, portrayal of a workplace, and unlikeable, captivating characters, The Bear does many things exceptionally well. Especially in storytelling, the show managed to take many unusual routes to craft a story that is very unlike what I believe are common plotlines. Introduce factors such as family trauma and what seems like unchecked PTSD and you have something that deviates from the norm. Now, it’s not a cooking drama but suddenly a hero’s story: how will Carmy keep the restaurant afloat while barely managing to hold on to his sanity? Needless to say, I was compelled to find out, and never was I disappointed. I think what was especially riveting was how accurately the show portrayed a workplace, especially one as unrestrained as a kitchen. From various shouts of “Corner!” and “Yes, Chef!” to mysterious stains on the walls, the viewer can almost experience cooking beef-au-jus with the workers themselves. What I especially appreciated was the clothing worn by the characters. Never mind the fact that it’s a great depiction of actual chef wear, all the clothing worn is rooted in heritage. Whether it be the infamous hundred-dollar t-shirts and Levi 501 Big-E jeans (valued at possibly $2,000) on Carmy to a Thom Browne chef jacket upon the back of sous chef Sydney, fashion heads such as myself could absorb all the beauty that the costume designers could throw at us. The symbolic value that each item presented to the characters also was a little nugget of joy for me. For
example, Carmy wears an NN.07 wool jacket; it’s decorated with colorful squares in an almost inharmonious form. This disarray represented much of what Carmy’s personality was like multiple shades and completely unorganized. So whether it be workplace enthusiasts, actual chefs, or fashion-thirsty individuals, The Bear has something to serve everyone in that regard.
What made the show for me were the characters though. I didn’t know it was possible to get into the psychology of people suffering from various sorts of things, especially to the degree that this show does, but my god, they do it so well. From showcasing Carmy’s
...HECTIC STORYTELLING, PORTRAYAL OF A WORKPLACE, AND UNLIKEABLE, CAPTIVATING CHARACTERS...
trauma and unhealthy coping methods to Sydney’s struggles with her career and father, everyone is someone. I can’t even list down every character that has a full-on protagonist-esque feel because all of them have so much depth that, even if they’re horrible people, you can’t help but understand. But to see the show tie it all together within the kitchen shows bonding and a new family created.
I find it embarrassing that I managed to finish the show within a week but I also think that says something about the series itself. So get to your TV, make sure children don’t hear the constant swearing from Carmy, and click play on the first episode of The Bear.
The Bear
ART GALLERY
CREDITS
1. ARTWORK BY ANNABELLE SIMBOLI, GRANDVIEW, NY
2. ARTWORK BY CAITLYN KIM, CERRITOS, CA
a focus on... PHOTOGRAPHY
BY JUNYUAN BAO, SUFFIELD, CT
ECO-SUSHI
AMAZING NATURE SERIES
BY NEVIN TAMILSELVAN, SAMMAMISH, WA
SNOWY MOUNTAINS BY GEORGE MA, LOS ANGELES, CA
2 FROZEN WATERFALL BY GEORGE MA, LOS ANGELES, CA
THE PURITY OF EARTH
BY KRISH PATEL, LOS ANGELES, CA
2 & 3
AMAZING ROCK SERIES
BY NEVIN TAMILSELVAN, SAMMAMISH, WA
ANIMAL FRIENDSHIP
BY GEORGE MA, LOS ANGELES, CA
2 BACKYARD HUMMINGBIRD
BY GEORGE MA, LOS ANGELES, CA
3
STARING MAGPIE
BY GEORGE MA, LOS ANGELES, CA
1 STAIRS BY ZIJIE TANG, SHENZHEN, CHINA
2 THROUGH HISTORY BY SHANNON WILLS, JUPITER, FL
3 METAPLEXIS JAPONICA
BY ZHIYU ZHENG, SUZHOU, CHINA
4 DEPRESSION BY ANONYMOUS
STILL LIFE ART CONTEST
AUTUMN STORY
BY ANANYA GUHA, BHOPAL, INDIA
1 MOM'S BATTLEFIELD BY ANONYMOUS
THE THINGS THEY LEFT THERE BY TIAH ROSS/BUTNER, WILLITS, CA
CHILLS THE THE BONE BY SHARON LEE, COLORADO SPRINGS, CO
POETS’ CORNER
Journey of a Leaf
Once upon a time, a leaf fell from above
Down to the ground, soaring like a dove
It twisted and twirled, in the cool autumn breeze
On a journey so great, through the tall trees
Through the forest it danced, with grace and flair
Moving with ease, through the sweet morning air
Past the chirping birds and buzzing bees
It traveled on, with so much ease
But as time passed, the leaf began to fade
Its vibrant colors, slowly decayed And soon enough, it came to rest
Down to the ground, without protest
And though its journey had come to an end
It would forever be remembered as a wonderful friend
For the leaf had shown, in its graceful fall
That even in death, there is beauty in all.
BY CARA NEWMAN, SEVERNA PARK, MD
The Art of Sleep
In a quiet room, where shadows dance, And the world outside is still, There lies a bed of cotton and lace, Where dreams are born at will.
The moonlight spills through curtains thin, A silver stream so wide, It softly bathes the weary soul, And bids the day abide.
The clock ticks on, a steady beat, A lullaby so near, It whispers secrets of the night, That only stars can hear.
The pillow cradles every thought, And all the worries fade, As eyelids close, the mind departs, To where dreams are made.
Through fields of gold and rivers blue, The dreamer drifts away, To lands where time is but a breeze, And night is just a day.
The gentle rise, the gentle fall, Of breath so pure and deep, Carries the soul on peaceful wings, Into the arms of sleep.
No cares, no fears, no tears to weep,
Just quiet, calm, and rest,
In slumber's sweet and tender hold, The heart finds solace best.
So let the night embrace the mind,
Let sleep's soft curtains close, For in the quiet of the night, True peace and comfort grows.
And when the morning light does break, And dreams dissolve away, The soul will wake, refreshed and bright,
To greet the brand new day
BY ASHER GOLDBERG, MANHATTAN BEACH, CA
Oblivion
Death is a luxury known to a fortunate few, in darkness it searches, for a new prey to pursue.
Guttural and raw, it may seem so, but in its grasp, none try to let go.
They say death is dark, black and coarse. Perhaps it’s ethereal, a creature with remorse.
In its embrace there lies a quiet reprieve,
ARTWORK BY VIVIAN FAN, LOS GATOS, CA
a goodbye to all, and the bodies that grieve.
BY AASHNA JAIN, SANDTON, SOUTH AFRICA
Whispers Within
If only I had talked to myself some more, Understood my thoughts at their core.
If only I had embraced my own heart, Not penned every feeling, every part.
If only I had woven dreams in quiet nights,
Listened softly to memories, dimmed the lights.
If only I had found answers deep within,
Kept stories secret, hidden beneath my skin.
If only I had felt emotions' silent flow, Untangled relationships, let them grow.
If only I had spoken in the hush of night, Whispered truths, hidden from sight.
BY HARSHITA K., DURG, INDIA
A Demise of Delight
Bouncing off smooth glassy ebon blue water, moonlight shines. Other times, Selene sheens, gleams, glancing and dancing off serene breezes and zephyr-rippled waters. But distinction lies in fog of age, where weariness dulls the light, until respite comes from darkness. It is then the daily rise of softly floating cantalouped light captured by percipience, travels by flicks, and strokes, deft brushes, rushing onto canvas where, to my delight, I observe it before time befalls, alarm bells ring, awaken and beckon me to bow and bid a blurring climate and all in it good night, godspeed, and a final fare-thee-well.
BY KADEN LEE, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
Tranquility of the Mind
I have spoken countless words, Dreamed a thousand dreams, Yet all in the veil of distance,
Bound by the delicate mind’s cage.
We wander this gifted life, Seeking love to share, Longing to be seen, To converse, to sip our own verses, To dream in the company of another.
Yet, in solitude’s embrace, Who will save you from drowning In the depths of your own silence? Who will teach you to swim Or lift you from the sweet tranquility
Of your own quiet despair?
In the end, who rescues but yourself?
Though knowing you cannot guide your own way, Or halt your own sinking. When the struggle begins, Is success not your sole salvation?
BY AVA KARLSSON-PERALDI, ANTNÄS, SWEDEN
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Stillness
There is merit to be found in excitement and enigma.
There is incontrovertible value in adventure and thrill.
But I have learned that the most profound contentment can be found in stillness.
As I stand in the silence of solitude, I am drawn to the melodic symphony of the trees as they dance in the wind.
I am serenaded by the soft song of mourning doves.
And I am met with the sheer immensity of my fortune, for I have spent a lifetime of beautiful days among these trees.
And I am about to experience another.
BY ELAINE HUANG, LOS ALTOS, CA
BY SARA BLAKE, BRADENTON, FL
The Train's Lullaby
I'm sitting by the window on a train,
Leaving landscapes behind in the pouring rain.
Flickering street lights, the crescent moon!
Whispers of the wind, birds ringing a homecoming tune
Does this train realize as it moves along its gray,
The stories, the memories it leaves along the way...
Houses built with someone's lifetime worth of gold,
Comforting laughter dripped in honey, like tales of the old
Does it realize it's carrying the weight of mankind?
Echoing memories in its coaches, that time shall bind?
Does the train realize how it turns strangers from all places, Suddenly into companions as it moves along its chase,
Does it hear the lady wishing her child's journey to be fun,
Quite ironic for a mother to bid goodbyes to her soldier son
Maybe it's the coffee talking or the way the time tarries,
But does this train realize the weight of what it carries?
Moving steadfast, untouched by the material reign,
A reminder of life's fleeting joys and pain
It moves along its track, ignoring the material world
Is it a sign of reality? How death ignores all the wealth we've hurled?
BY JASMEET KAUR, NEW DELHI, INDIA
Beyond the Dreaming Sky
In a small town where the rivers flow, Lived a dreamer with a heart aglow.
She’d gaze at the stars, so bright above, Wishing to soar, to fly like a dove.
“Don’t you worry,” her mother would say, “Chase your dreams, don’t let them stray.
For the world is big, and you are strong, With courage and love, you can’t go wrong.”
Through fields of daisies, she’d run and sing, Imagining all the wonders life would bring.
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With each little step, her spirit would rise, Painting her hopes across the skies.
So if you’re lost, just look within, Your dreams are waiting, let the journey begin.
With every heartbeat, you’ll find your way, Just be a dreamer, come what may.
BY CARA NEWMAN, SEVERNA PARK, MD
Eternal Echoes
In silent whispers of the night Her voice still echoes, soft and light. A gentle touch, a warm embrace, Now just memories in a quiet place
Her laughter once filled every room, now shadows linger, casting gloom.
Yet in my heart, she'll always stay, Guiding me in her own special way.
Though tears may fall and hearts may ache, Her love remains, no time can take.
In every star, in every dawn Her spirit lives, though she is gone.
BY EVA VILLALOBOS, PARIS, TN
Quiet Resilience
Borrow a faint amber light from the midnight street to illuminate two lonely shadows, rugged and ruined. Borrow the winding course of an ancient river to carry candlelight into the distance, flame flickering. I’ve been scattered by the wind, so I veil my love.
I’ve been drenched by the rain, so I hide my heart. How long has it been since you left?
The night conceals your absence, truth hidden in silence. I borrowed a melody from days gone by, gentle and lingering, to croon the words that must remain unspoken.
I borrowed the setting sun’s glow as we parted and watched our hands, once clasped, drift apart. But there are those whose devotion the wind cannot diffuse, tears that even the heaviest of downpours cannot disguise. One day, the sun will rise in a quiet dawn, revealing a rainbow marked by quiet resilience.
BY ANONYMOUS
The Sea and the Sky
Two pretty lovers were the Sea and the Skies; Marked upon their lonely ties. High the Sky flies, Gazing upon Sea's blue eyes.
The Sea put up it's celestial wave, Calling the Sky to escape. But when failed the Sky would pour; Thousand of its tears upon the shore. The tears would sink down as rain; Shielding the two failed lovers pain. Regardless they uncovered a way, To meet during dusk or day. They called to hold hands upon a place
A place to adore each other's face.
Horizon is called where the reunited lovers greet; The only place they are allowed to meet.
BY AYRA ZAINAB, MEERUT, INDIA
Evolutionary Chronicles
through trials and triumphs, the very existence of humans is a miracle everything was so perfectly aligned the elements, the moon, the sun, the cosmic artist creates a home, forming a sanctuary amidst the void it happened so flawlessly, chemicals, in their primordial dance, became sentient organisms which became humanity humans were made for the earth crafted with meticulous precision, tailored ever-so perfectly, but now we hold the power to shape our destiny and to nurture the fragile labyrinth of life
BY PRERNA VANGA, BETTENDORF, IA
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