December 2025: Life
The Cake of Life Magazine is a youth-led literary platform which is dedicated to displaying the creative voices of teens. In our December 2025 Issue, we explore the complexity of life through its obstacles and beauty. In our name's metaphor, our goal is to delve into life's various yet unspoken layers. We aim to construct a community where an adolescent's imagination is bound by no chains.
The Cake of Life Magazine is a youth-led literary platform which is dedicated to displaying the creative voices of teens. In our December 2025 Issue, we explore the complexity of life through its obstacles and beauty. In our name's metaphor, our goal is to delve into life's various yet unspoken layers. We aim to construct a community where an adolescent's imagination is bound by no chains.
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D e c e m b e r 2 0 2 5 : L i f e
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Welcome to the Cake of Life Magazine!
We’re a youth-led literary magazine dedicated to unveiling
the creative talents of teens. We accept all types of
submissions monthly: art, photography, poetry, prose & more.
The Cake of Life Magazine aims to enrich the talents of
youths globally.
How do our fellow peers perceive life?
Let’s hear from some of our own submissions on
their perception of life.
The Perpetual Cycle of Life
Life
An interminable train.
Passing through stations of youth, sorrow and grief,
It dares not to pull the brakes against time itself.
For the joyous laugh slips away like our summer’s vanilla ice cream,
Its bliss melted into the tears of a dying day.
As the train departed from our merriment,
Speeding up, it dares to mock our waning happiness.
Once the train speeds past the youthful days and clueless nights,
Our fingers stretch,
Aching as it twitched, begging to relive our contentment.
When tears roll down our reddened cheeks,
The train slows down for the world’s subdue
As if reminding us of the once lively station,
Our shining summers and sticky hands.
For this train flashes memories of our once joyful tears,
Us, incredulous to meet our journey’s gradual slowing,
For at our final stop, the door opens,
There stands the Grim Reaper,
Waiting for us.
The Cake of Life Team: Stephanie Y
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H o no u r a b l e Me n t io n
( P ho t o g r a p hy ) : Fa i t h R a f f e r t y
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H o no u r a b l e Me n t io n ( C r e a t i ve
Wr i t i n g ) : E l l a
Life is full of doors. Some are loud and dramatic slamming shut behind you
when you swear you didn't even touch them.
Others stay half open, patiently waiting for you to decide if your brave enough
to open them. As a teenager, it feels like you’re in an endlessly stretched
hallway lined with doors after doors after doors: all choices, changes and
chances.
There are doors you outgrow, doors you wish you never opened and doors that
are locked, but you don't have the keys for them yet. Every single door has one
thing in common, they're all a choice that you have to make eventually,
whether it's an easy choice or a scary one. It's your chance to discover yourself.
Not every door is perfect, and not every doorway feels comfortable. But each
one teaches you something. And slowly, you're building your own map, room by
room, choice by choice.
That's the thing about doors, they don't just open to new places.
They open to new versions of you.
Doors of Life
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C r e a t i ve Wr i t i n g : S a k u r a
( S t a f f Wr i t e r )
Life is like a boat ride; it goes up and down, and there’s a reason you’re on it.
Sometimes, you can be lonely; you could also be on a yacht with all your friends,
or even alongside strangers. Every boat is different, and that’s okay. You could
have a clean golden boat that can look wealthy and rich or it could be falling to
bits. Your boat doesn't have to be perfect. It can be different and unique; it might
be full of colour and lights, or it might be a dark hole. It doesn’t matter what
colour or what shape your boat is: what matters is you. You might really like the
way it looks, or you might despise and hate it, and that’s okay but no matter
what. You can never sink it on purpose. Other people may love your boat and
envy it; some might not like it. Just remember, someone will always love you.
They’ll appreciate you, so don’t give up, don’t lose hope. Even if it’s hard, keep
going. It’s never gonna be perfect but you can try your best and be who you are.