Stone Soup

Where young artists paint the world with words

The international literary project for students 8 - 18. Stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists since 1973.

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Untitled (11/14)

The rain was pouring. I had no protection. I had maximum adrenaline. I had to run, but I had nowhere to go soon. The coast was nearing, and that meant that either I was trapped and came out dead, or I was trapped and came out alive. I made a berserk run to the coast and soon washed up against it… I took for cover in a nearby house. It only took seconds, but for me it felt like an eternity… (6-word version) Rain pours No mercy I’m trapped