Light and Darkness

Stone Soup Magazine
July/August 2018

By Carly Vermillion

  I was at the pond one day, feeding the fish, under the hot sun. When clouds have a conversation with the sun. A cool wave of air touches my fingers and toes....

way too short and now there’s this feeling you know the one that’s like scratching sandpaper with your teeth or really more like where your teeth used to...

Miss-takes are like tissues instead of icing on a cake. Tying balloons to a garbage can made of aluminum. Take a miss Miss a take Tiss a make Aiss a ike Eiss...

What’s inside my messy head? Being funny And when I’m dead. Things I should’ve Done and said. And always stress About things lost And of my actions What will be...

I hold onto the kite of my life I set it all free In the winds of my childhood It soars high Next to many other kites Higher and higher We ascend to the skies...

Who am I, am I just a lonely boy? When I am lonely I feel wild. Does nobody want me? Or do I have to stay here forever? Well, I will be crashed by a car? What...

A human’s life is as an alien’s life. This human has two feet and hairs. It lives in a house and eats with its hair. But actually we guess that humans eat like...

When I write I feel very soft and smooth. I always feel nervous when the pen touches the paper. My feelings always control myself. When I don’t know what to...

Before I write, I put on boots, jackets, scarfs and mittens. “I am prepared.” I tell myself. I close my eyes and write. For I know that if I don’t prepare...

When I try my best but no words come I feel worried, like when I drown in lava. How does it feel like to be an author? Great, because everyone will know the...