Our 17th published series of art and writing brings the mysterious into the light, dealing with unexplained occurrences, haunted museums, lantern-lit forests, and a pair of lonesome wolves.
With winter break rolling around for most students, this is a great time to sit down and enjoy some quality fiction and hand-drawn illustration.
Many of our artists this issue are new to the Youth Review. We're always grateful to have new arrangements of fresh and bold works to offer the readers of the Youth Review, from diverse backgrounds.
Midnight Mischief, an atmospheric nighttime drawing by Katie Ching, an eighth grader.
"The Ghosts of the Museum", a spine-chilling story by Salina Miao, an eighth grader.
"A Lonely Halloween Night", a festive, spooky, and imaginative story by Bonnie Chen, a fourth grader.
"Jazakee and the Serpent", a tale of adventure with an unforgettable titular antagonist by Serena Wang, a fourth grader.
"The Unsolvable: Five Minutes", a story of a hike gone suddenly wrong by Allison Li, a sixth grader.
The Youth Review editing team
Katie Ching is an 8th grader at Sammamish River Valley Online School. This is her first appearance in the Youth Review.
The lifeless mannequins all donned tutus made of smooth silk and embroidered with intricate designs. The striking liveliness of the designs made them look trapped in their tiny glass display cases, as if simply removing the glass case would be enough to make them burst into dance. They were exactly the sort of things you’d expect to find in the National Museum of Ballet, but Anne wasn’t here to steal those.
In the darkness, she could barely make out the silhouettes of the display cases, but she had the layout of the whole museum engraved in her mind. The high-pitched shriek of the alarms went unnoticed by Anne, the only sound she was focused on was the beeping of the keypad as she entered the code for the display case. The alarm stopped but the guards would still be rushing in soon, she could hear the pounding of feet against marble floors. Or maybe that was just her heart.
She could see her starstruck reflection in the glass of the display cases and hear her breath come out in shallow puffs as she stepped back, making room for one of the walls of the case to reach the ground, creating a ramp. Now she finally had what she came for. A plain tulle tutu, there was nothing remarkable about it, yet she still looked at it like it was a sacred treasure. Slowly, her trembling hands reached forward as her fingertips brushed the skirt.
The doors slammed open as the guards burst into the room and Anne snapped out of her trance. Not because she was about to be caught, but because she ripped the skirt. And suddenly, glass shards from the cases were flying everywhere, catching the dim light of the moon and skidding across the floor. The mannequins, headless, armless, and lifeless began thrashing around, as if they were trying to fight the guards. Anne felt like air was being sucked out of her lungs and she collapsed to the floor.
Next to her limp body was a small gold plaque.
“It is rumored that the spirit of the deceased ballerina is trapped in the fabric of the tutu.”
Salina Miao is an 8th grader at Redmond Middle School. This is her first story with the Youth Review.
When you wake up to demons hunching over you, would you grin in pleasure or shriek endlessly? When you come home to a wonderful feast of eyeballs and slime, would you sigh from happiness or faint from horror? Join the Halloween spirits for a fun (and creepy ) Halloween adventure!
One lonely Halloween night, a poor family was sitting near a burning fireplace watching a tiny cable expectedly. It blurred and shattered as the screen fluttered from black to white to gray. They were in a very old and deserted ghost town. It was once a great city full of beautiful skyscrapers and a big population, but now it was just a lonely lonely little town. The family consisted of one mom and one girl, and her dad was so far away from work that they couldn’t contact him because of the poor network in this little town. Today was Halloween and the girl wanted to celebrate, so they bought two lonely pieces of candy and used their whole year’s savings just to buy a little basket for it. They shared a little tin of black market biscuits as they watched the screen flicker from a football game to a cartoon. Their family could not possibly afford a TV with a remote control, so they had bought a small used cable instead. They had nothing to do during the day except sit around and eat, so the cable was the only source of entertainment.
In the neighborhood they were definitely alone: there were weeds and moss growing in the backyard and wrapping around the trees. In the neighborhood, there was nobody living in the houses. The windows were blocked off and there was construction- but not what you would expect. It was completely deserted. Before, the house was complete, but now it has been torn down by the years of vines and wind and rain. Grass was growing everywhere! You could hardly see any houses and trees through the windows because there were so many vines and wavy grasses that stretched up onto the walls of every building they could.
Meanwhile... far beneath the woods of the lonely little house was a little home to spirits, spirits called Black and White. Black had little black strokes that fluttered and flew everywhere she went. White was a little guy that liked to make a loud racket. Of course Black was the older sister and of course White was the younger sister. The young fella really wanted to eat! She was really hungry, and she had not eaten for days, when she caught a whiff of something sweet and something savory - something that she could use as a snack. The girls went inside a little house and found blue masks, then they got long, flowy robes that floated carefully as quietly as cats to every house, in search of food.
Finally the little house where the poor woman and little girl were, was the only place they hadn’t searched. They knocked once, twice, thrice. They heard a happy gasp followed by creaking floors and then the door was open. A little girl came up to greet them, and she said “Happy Halloween!” Black and White answered with a happy “Trick or Treat!” The little girl handed them both pieces of candy and they could tell that she was grateful that they had come to her house. The two ghosts wanted to repay the family’s generosity, so they put a big metal tray which they filled up with a feast: steaming hot roasted chicken with seasoning and cranberry juice with all kinds of yummy pulp and fruit. Finally, there was the best milk, eggs, and butter- but that one special thing that they made sure to put in was one small woven basket of candy.
“Jaz, you must go to your grandmama’s house,” said Mrs. Tomuro.
“Yes, Mama,” said Jazakee.
“Go ask her for oil for the lamp. We are running short on that. Bring Tobuka, too.” Mrs. Tomuro pointed at the Siamese kitten lying in the corner.
Jaz and Tobuka set off into the forest. It was all dark and the trees seemed to have shriveled black. Tobuka meowed in fear. “The forest can be…scary at times like midnight.” Jaz tried to sound brave as she told Tobuka it was normal to feel scared sometimes.
Owls hooted, mice skittered around frantically, and coyotes howled in the distance. Jaz shivered. She felt as if someone were following them. Then she saw something move in the bushes. She did not wait to see what it was. Turning around, Jaz broke into a sprint. Tobuka was right behind her.
Something was slithering behind them. “Don’t turn and look around!” Jaz told Tobuka. “That is a serpent which can turn you to stone if you make eye contact with it!” She had heard stories about the deadly creature from her grandpa when he was alive. She knew about its green scales and red eyes. But her warning came too late. She heard a dreaded crackle of rock magic behind her. She squinted and turned around. Tobuka was a big statue. But the serpent had slithered off.
Jaz shuddered as she looked at Tobuka’s rock body. Something about it made her feel nervous. Its mouth was wide open. Its eyes were sightless and under the moonlight, the entire statue seemed to move as if it were shivering with her. Its shadow cast onto a tree. “Rest in peace for now. I will defeat the terrible snake to revive you,” promised Jaz as she looked away from her best friend’s statue.
She turned around and reached into her pocket for a piece of watermelon flavored gum. Chewing gum helped to relieve stress. But she pulled out a little mirror instead. She remembered it in an instant. Her mother gave it to her as a birthday gift. She suddenly realized the key to defeating the serpent.
But first she would go to her grandmama’s house.
Jaz walked the treacherous way to her grandmama’s little red hut. Thorns snagged at her dress and she thought that a few vines were probably snakes, watching her. She walked in. It was all dark. “Had mother not told gran that I would visit her? Had she turned off the lights?” Wondered Jazakee.
She called, “Granny?” No answer. “Gran?” Nothing. Then she heard an odd slithering noise. No---the serpent! The lights went on. Jaz closed her eyes and held up her mirror. She heard the serpent hiss in pure terror.
Opening her eyes, she saw that the serpent had turned to stone. It saw its own red eyes and was defeated by itself. She heard a gasp and then, “Jazakee Tomuro?”
“Granny!” cried Jaz.
The snake statue disappeared into thin air. Where would it go? Thought Jaz. But that was not important now.
“Gran, may I have some oil for the lamp?” asked Jaz.
Gran handed Jaz the oil cup and Jaz said, “Arigato.”
Jaz skipped away from her grandmother’s hut. She had destroyed the killer-creature! Now even the midnight forest seemed to be home. Then, she saw a little cat pacing around the area where she had met the serpent.
“Tobuka?” The little cat turned around and ran toward her. Jaz picked him up and hugged him.
Then Tobuka and Jaz hurried home to give their mother the oil for the lamp.
Serena Wang is a 4th grader at Cedar Crest Academy. This is her first story with the Youth Review.
Bam, bam, bam! That was the sound of a rock hitting a door consecutively. Jennie was desperate to find out where her best friend and colleague had disappeared to.
It all started when Jennie and Jenna were driving up the steep and windy road to the start of a hike. They parked their car in the dusty parking lot and Jennie went to pay for parking, while Jenna got their backpacks out of the trunk. Once Jennie finished at the parking meter, she placed the ticket on the dashboard and checked their car of all valuables. Good thing she did because Jenna had forgotten her phone in the car. A naughty burglar could have easily stolen it.
They then walked to the map and discussed their route for this weekend.
“Should we hike to the Rocky Road or to the Plain Plateau,” Jenna asked.
“The Rocky Road,” replied Jennie, trailing the road on the map with her finger.
“It’ll be bumpier and “The Plain Plateau” really does sound plain. Do we have all the essentials packed up? You know, eight liters of water, four servings of food for each of us, a rain jacket, a GPS tracker for each of us, a warm coat, a first-aid kit, and most importantly, if something goes wrong, a tent to spend the night in along with a sleeping bag.”
“All clear! Let the fun begin! Oh wait, before we begin, I need to use the restroom quickly, be right back.”
Jenna heads to the portable bathroom. After spending five minutes in there, Jennie felt the situation had started to get concerning and went to check on Jenna.
“Jenna, is everything alright? It’s been quite little bit.”
There was no response, except for the eerie sound of a stall door.
“Jenna, if you can hear me say something,” Jennie said, urgently.
There was still no response.
The Emerald Youth Review is back with a Fall writing and art challenge!
Submissions are now open for our next call for submissions, a series called Campfire Stories. What stories are best shared by the embers of a campfire? With the weather getting colder and the nights getting longer, all of us want to cozy up next to a campfire with our friends and family around us!
But wait, did you hear that? Did a branch just crack? It must've been your imagination. There is absolutely no one else except us. What did you hear in the distance? Was that a wolf howl? The moon is very bright tonight...but werewolves aren't real. Besides, there isn't any time to be worrying about imaginary threats. Being miles away from other people leaves you vulnerable to animals, nature, and even other humans. While campfires can be warm, friendly, and inviting, they often ward off more dangerous and sinister forces lurking in the shadows.
What creepy figures can you see? Tell us and win a $10 Amazon Gift card! Submit at https://forms.gle/xwZvVmTzEufAE76N9.
All writing and art submissions will be due by November 11th. We are extremely excited to review your scariest and spine-chilling creations.
The contributing editors for this series are Victor Xia, Kailani Ye, Eva Chen, Justin Wu, and Serena Gao.
Our Summer Contest was a blast! We were able to award the three works Finn Underwater by Hannah Ren, Flight of the Monarchs (art) by Bonnie Chen and The Fight Against Evil by Brendon Wang as our contest division winners, as well as Floppy Goes Camping, Community and Flight of the Monarchs (writing) as honorable mentions. We enjoyed seeing different perspectives, insights, and characters explore the idea of community here in the Pacific Northwest! Each work resonated with our ideas of community, shared experiences, memories, and goals. We are grateful to have had the opportunity to publish them.
Since posting the results, we have delivered ribbons to the winners to congratulate them on their achievement! Take a look:
As the days get shorter, we enter a season of pumpkin spice and falling leaves, as well as our next contest: Campfire Stories: what stories are best shared by the embers of a fire. Stay tuned for more details!
The Youth Review is proud to present our 16th series, a summer contest on the theme of “Community.”
Brendon Wang’s story “The Fight Against Evil” takes the reader on a fantastical fight against an otherwordly creature where community is the key to success. This suspenseful story is action-packed and keeps you on the edge of your seat, rooting for community. Congratulations to him on being the Winner of the Elementary Writing Division!
Bonnie Chen’s two submissions showcase a beautifully drawn flutter of butterflies in Flight of the Monarchs as well as a touching story of resilience, perseverance, and community in “The Flight of the Monarchs”. Her artwork is the deserved Winner, Elementary Art Division, and her short story is an Honorable Mention, Elementary Writing Division.
Hannah Ren’s “Finn Underwater” is a charming story from the perspective of a robotic fish interacting with amusing and lovable characters on a breathtaking journey home. Her short story truly does deserve its title as the Winner, Middle and High School Writing Division.
Derek Wang's essay “Community” presents a wonderful insight into his surroundings and the community around him. From his observations on his school to the first responders that protect his community, he displayed a talent for personal narrative writing. We are glad to congratulate him as an Honorable Mention, Elementary Writing Division.
Enchi Kuo’s story “Floppy Goes Camping” is both a unique look on the challenges of moving away, as well as a heartwarming tale of making friends and finding a new, loving, community- all from the perspective of a lively Golden Retriever! Truly a touching and well-crafted story that more than deserves the title of Honorable Mention, Elementary Writing Division.
We are excited to congratulate our 3 winners and 3 honorable mentions on their spectacular submissions this series. This summer contest was a great showcase of talent in both art and writing, each one just as enjoyable as the next.
After several months of hiatus, the Youth Review returns with fresh faces on the editing team and a renewed passion for highlighting the best in Asian-American youth art and writing. We are delighted to see the community’s passion in creating hasn’t faded over our hiatus. Along with the head editors, Victor and Kailani, new editors Justin Wu, Serena Gao, and Eva Chen eagerly reviewed submissions from both returning contributors and new contributors. All of them demonstrated excellent capability for their craft. Our team was truly impressed by the skill, effort, and care put into submissions this series!
Thank you so much to all of our submitters for daring to share their prose, their ideas, their time and their creativity. The success of our first contest depended on these talented contributors. We appreciate all of the time and energy that went into making all of these submissions, because it most definitely paid off!
Thank you once more for contributing to the 2022 Summer Contest. We hope to see you again in future series! Be sure to keep an eye out for future calls for submissions.
Floppy and his family just moved to Seattle from across the country. Floppy is a six-month old Golden Retriever. He is a good boy, although he can be a bit naughty sometimes. Seattle is beautiful, with many tall evergreen trees and lakes and creeks. “This looks like a great place for a dog!” Floppy looked forward to his new life here.
However, because the family is new to town, they don’t know many people here. Floppy felt lonely. Even though he had gone to dog parks multiple times, and others seemed nice, he hadn’t made any new friend yet. This summer is especially rainy. Floppy missed his friends back home where he played with them often.
It all changed on a cloudy Saturday afternoon, when Floppy heard his family discussing something. Mom said: “Good news! We just signed up for a group camping trip! It will be in a beautiful state park by the sea.” “A camping trip!” Floppy got excited. “I can chase rabbits and go fishing! I can make new friends!” Floppy was hopeful again. He even helped the family packing for the trip. He couldn’t wait!
The day finally arrived. Floppy was so happy even the squishy two-hour car ride didn’t bother him. When his family arrived at the camp site, there were already some other families there. Even though Floppy’s family didn’t know them, because this group camping was organized by a local charity, they knew they have similar interests and passion. The other families even helped Floppy’s family to set up tent and prepare for dinner.
The next three days and two nights were full of fun activities. They went for a hike and walked on the beach. Floppy was able to find many mini-crabs and other marine life. At night, Floppy watched kids roasted marshmallows. He licked the ones that fell on the ground. They were delicious! Every morning, Floppy woke up by the pleasant birds chirping sounds. The other families also loved Floppy. They came to pet him, walked him, and kids played with him. Floppy learnt that the better he behaved, the more play time he got. This helped Floppy be an even better dog.
Good times flew by. When the camping trip came to an end, Floppy no longer felt lonely and homesick: “The Seattle freeze is not true. You just need to know how to find where you belong. Your community will help you be a better self!”