A Chorus of Coyotes

Stone Soup Magazine
October 2018

By Megan Gannett, Illustrated by Nina Prader

Hannah leapt out of the truck, hardly able to restrain herself. Snow had come, winter had come! And here she was, about to spend a full afternoon cross-country...

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...

It snowed last night, first it came down softly, then hard. My father was watching the news this morning, and told me that my school was cancelled because of...

I gaze from the gray wooden bench in my neighbor’s backyard as the water from the hose quietly flows out onto the budding tomato plants. I watch the plants and...

Every year spring rushes in with a parade of colors, a symphony of sounds and a thrill of smells. Much as I enjoy the pearly sheen and biting chill of winter,...

I looked through the small window of my new room, watching heavy streams of water galloping through the streets. Fortunately for me, our house was located high...

Two girls were walking along, in sweatshirts, jeans and flip-flops, discussing the meaning of life. “. . . now, lip gloss needs to be applied liberally, every...

Gently, I lower the little boat into the water, then watch as it drifts slowly out of sight I let my hand trail in the cool, clear water of the New Mexican...

It was a cool fall day and the opening day for archery. My brother and I woke up early and hiked three miles from base camp to find a tall tree that overlooked...

Michael’s eyes, the biggest, bluest eyes imaginable, glazed over with absolute ecstasy as he beheld the sand-crusted sea treasure sprawling in his hand. The...