Article Category: Stories

Stone Soup Magazine
November/December 2016

By Ashley Steever, Illustrated by Holly Wist

Mikon smoothed on the creamy white paint. It was cool to the touch, and felt like powder on his cheeks when it dried. Giving a smile in the mirror, he squirted...

For most of my life, I have not had any pets. My brother and I are allergic to anything with fur. Then one spring, we found our first praying mantis, which...

The full moon shone lazily through the drifting night clouds, casting barely any light on the boarded warehouses slumping along the empty streets. Through the...

PART ONE: A SOUR NOTE   The air was hot and still, like a warm fuzzy blanket that dulled the senses, making everyone pleasantly sleepy. Even bees veered off...

It was early in the morning with a nip in the air when my dad and I went canoeing. We were on Boot Lake at Half Moon Trail Resort, going canoeing to see the...

In school, kids are always hearing horror stories about teachers, principals, custodians, and lunch ladies, but what about bus drivers? Back in 1999 Edd...

Winter is the grain of sand in an hourglass falling from one end into the other, but not at either. Winter is the dark god dressed in black coming to clasp his...

In the blue goat-hair tent, Shaimaa heard the music and laughter of the wedding, the shrill ululation of women’s voices and heavy swirl of woolen skirts. She...

“Remember when we were eating yellow popsicles in the park and there was a wind and the yellow melted popsicle blew on us?” “Yes,” I responded, “your mum...

I was lying in my bunk, listening to the waves rocking the sides of the Yorktown when I heard the sound. It wasn’t much, just a slight splash in the water, but...