A Collection of Poems by Emma Catherine Hoff Winner of the 2022 Stone Soup Book Contest Available now at Barnes & Noble online and at the Stone Soup Store. The Little Mermaid “The darkness isn’t as bad / as people think.” So ends the first poem in Emma Catherine Hoff’s numinous debut, An Archeology of […]
Stone Soup Honor Roll: September/October 2023
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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Panasonic ZS-200, Adobe Lightroom
Cousins (Part III)
A trip to Hyacinth Cove brings the cousins closer By Emily This is the final installment of Emily Chang’s novella, which received honorable mention in our 2022 Book Contest. If you are a new subscriber, you can read the first two installments online in the May/ June and July/August issues. Chapter 11: Why Laila […]
Long Live the Queen
Acrylic and colored pencil
A Truthful Clock
Clock’s on the oven. It says it’s time to get up. The clock tells the truth.
Early Morning
As I lie in my bed, I smell The cold winter air And my pajamas. It is early morning, About six o’clock. I yawn, And lean back down on my pillow. I sigh.
A Noisy Night
As I climbed onto the ladder to my bunk bed, Cries exploded from the open window. I tried to eavesdrop But heard only Blabbering voices.
The Contrasting
Oil-based colored pencil
A Warning Tale to Chickens
Once upon a time there was a pretty red hen. She was young and happy and looked forward to laying her first egg. On Tuesday, she tried to lay an egg, but couldn’t. On Wednesday, she tried again. She tried all that day, but her effort was useless. Finally, on Friday, she laid a cream-colored […]
Hen and Chicks
Pastel
The Train Window
Gazing out the window, I observe the teal ocean. Its waves thrash against the biggest rocks I’ve ever seen, but in its violence, I see only beauty. Its blue is that of a turquoise crayon six-year-old me would firmly grip in her tiny hands. She would scribble on a blank page, filling it with what […]
