Article Tag: Family

Stone Soup Magazine
June 2019

By Isabel Swain, Art by Claire Jiang

  Like the mythical creature, It calls out a sound. Just not a pleasant one; A torture in its own way. Siren. I hold my ears and tell myself to breathe. One,...

  Only ten minutes had gone by since the last rest stop, but to me it felt like an hour. My knee bounced. My leg jiggled. My fingers drummed out syncopated...

  I visited the Shugakuin Imperial Villa on the last day of my trip. The garden is situated in the hills of the eastern suburbs of Kyoto. Tangerine, magenta,...

Sun Blotches and Angelic Smiles Everybody in my family has different hands. Mine are light brown with weaving veins, like rivers flowing through a desert....

When my father first saw my mother on stage, he was amazed by how the words flew out of her mouth so naturally. I’ve never seen my mother perform, but in old...

I walk into the cold, barren waiting room. It smells like stale peppermints and dust bunnies. My dad has his hand on my shoulder, and I feel the warmth through...

I wrapped my jacket around me to keep out the frigid air. It was cold and drizzly and my clothes were soaked. “The tapestry of life will outlast all of us,” my...

“Go to your room!” my mom shouted. “It’s not all because of Rose—it just didn’t work out this year!” “Didn’t work out because of her!” I said and stomped...

I was young when it happened—a mere eight-years-old. Daddy had gone out one day for work . . . and hadn’t come back. The funeral was impossible to bear. Mama...

That morning at breakfast, Dylan sat perched on his usual seat at the table, sketching happily. I grabbed the milk and a spoon and sat down. I poured myself a...