The Sky

Stone Soup Magazine
May 2019

By Patrick Lusa

  The sky seems endless. All of the birds fly in it. The huge blue abyss.   Patrick Lusa, 11Stafford Springs, CT

  1 winter day at 2 in the morning there are 3 people sleeping as 4 owls are hooting before they go to sleep at 5 a.m. 6 in the morning and the owls have...

    One day I went to the juggle place and on a shelf sat the juggle man. He said to me you took a juggle now give it back to me. The owner of the juggle place...

  The cicadas chirp a lullaby to the night. Their buzzing seems obtrusive at first But grows to be comforting and content. Inside, the tiled floor sits cold...

  The crickets chirp, sing to the starry night. The floorboards creak and moan of old age. The wallpaper stands rigid, but cracked and peeling. The motorcycles...

Ashley Xu, 13Lexington, MA

Some days I am a girl. On these days I like to giggle and play with toys. I wear bright blue clothes and shirts with cats on them. When I feel like a girl, my...

Marco Lu, 12Champaign, IL

  Sabrina Guo, 13Oyster Bay, NY

Winter Birch trees so brown and white Glowing in the moonlight Shaking trees In the howling breeze The tall trees Have falling leaves There is a bird’s...