Summer Days Beside Cannon Rock

Stone Soup Magazine
January 2019

By Katey Storey, Illustrated by Hannah Richman

The ocean, rocks, and cool sea breeze are what awaited me every July at our old summer house in Maine. The living room, dining room and two bedrooms upstairs...

I look once more out the rolled-down window of our faded blue Chevrolet and gaze out at our little yellow summer house, rapidly shrinking as we roll away. The...

My hand felt like ice against the cold, hard metal doorknob on this hostile, windy crisp day. As I opened the door, I was greeted by a cold gust of wind that...

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...