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Stone Soup Honor Roll: March/April 2024

Welcome to the Stone Soup Honor Roll! We receive hundreds of submissions every month by kids from around the world. Unfortunately, we can’t publish all the great work we receive. So we created the Stone Soup Honor Roll. We commend all of these talented writers and artists and encourage them to keep creating. – The […]

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This fiction story is inspired by real events from the lives of my two guinea pigs, Oreo and Snickerdoodle, who were rescued from Prospect Park in Brooklyn, New York, in late 2021. The Life of a Guinea Pig Oreo sniffled. His human family had taken him and his brother, Snickerdoodle, here to die. Oreo didn’t […]

Spring Will Revive

The sun crawls its way past the horizon. Snow dissolves into the abyss beneath the soil, Clouds gather upon tradition. All that lives droils. Suddenly floral colors are slung across the sky, Humid winds make their way Past the joyful birds soaring high. The leaves begin to sing and sway. They all sing in harmony, […]

Sunset

https://stonesoup.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/01/sunset.mp4 Warm, golden yellow Against a vivid blue sky Topped with clouds of pink The day is over, Yet a whispering on my mind Gets me to calm down

Crickets

https://stonesoup.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/01/cricket.mp4 I turn and hear them Soft, quiet, chirping voices Speaking by music

Elena’s Scarf

https://stonesoup.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/SiyonaAgarwal_Elenas_Scarf-1.mp4 Siyona’s family ends a memorable trip to San Sebastian with a delicious Basque meal. I waved my hands back and forth, waiting for my ruby red nail polish to dry. My mom hurried around the house looking for a hairbrush. “I’ll wait outside,’’ my dad yelled, grabbing the apartment keys. I ran into the […]

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Blue sky Yellow sun Trees green Packing done House is quiet Quiet still The only sound Is fridge Drill drill Owl watches Spinning chair Spikey brush Tangled hair

Southwold

(Stare the large window.) I stare out of the large window frosted in sunlight. The seagulls debate early in the morning, flying high over the tipped-up roofs. (Sunlight-seagulls debate in morning.) (High the tipped-up roofs.) My ears open, letting in the rushing sound of crashing, golden waves. I imagine them smacking themselves against the rocks. […]

Papa

“Papa, why do you look so stern?” “Hannah—” “I just want this to turn—” “We can’t have this conversation this much.” My father pulls away at my gentle touch. At this, salty pools in my eyes begin to leak, I suddenly feel shy and meek. I turn my back and run outside. I run for […]