The Hero

Stone Soup Magazine
February 2019

Shyla DeLand

“Excuse me, sir, I think you dropped this” The night was black and warm, the air thick and smoggy and choking with every breath. The girl and her father,...

I aimed the tip of the barrel up at the squirrel The branch shook silently as the wind whistled through the oak trees. The little ball of fur jumped to another...

Bella ran up the beach after me. “What’s wrong?” Underneath the fluffy white clouds that rested peacefully in the cheery blue sky, the waves pushed me and my...

There in the sky are the unmistakable brown and purple feathers of the Jago bird “S’bongo!” I hear my mother’s voice ring clear and loud across our homestead. I...

“Hey, there’s the ballerina!” “You have something in you, Alex. Something not a lot of boys have. You have the ability to speak, to communicate, through dance....

From that moment I became a self-appointed crusader and protector of the birds Even as a child, I was fascinated by wild things. Some of my first memories are...

“Look up,” I told her, and Grandma Gorden looked up I never understood why Grandma Gorden didn’t like snow. Maybe it had something to do with spending her...

How I Found Chanterelles Rain splattered against ice-cold windows, and fat, foggy, clouds hung low. I was in my dad’s twenty-one-year- old Honda Accord,...

I wish I could say that life in space is great, but it is far from that Dear Bobbi, There is definitely a risk in sending letters. I know that. However, there...

“I lost my watch! I lost my father!” The Eiffel Tower was the ideal pickpocketing spot. Tourists were the most likely targets because of their ignorance and...