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100% written and illustrated by kids ages 6-13


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Growth

A woman gives love and life to a special plant Day 1 Dirt shoved its way into the cracks in her hands, and she watched herself bury the little mound of dirt which supposedly had life. A simple trip to her neighbor’s house and here she was. She didn’t even bother to ask what type […]


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Dress

my grandma has a blue cotton dress that she wears at home it has a different scent every day the smell of each night’s dinner the breeze from a brisk walk outside or the dampness of the air during rainy season the smell of orchids from the florists’ shop, pastries from the bakery across the […]


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War and Pieces (Part I)

Misha experiences the first signs of unrest in the Donetsk region of Ukraine Prologue Misha was the one who showed me a dove for the first time. It was early spring, that magical time of year when coats and sunshine go hand in hand. Puddles of rainwater were splotched on every street, reflecting every cloud […]


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Editor’s Note

As I write this, wars are raging around the world. Although a wonderful story or poem can often be a welcome escape, it is also the role of literature to tell the stories that are difficult to tell. In this issue, we open with Part I of a story that explores the terrifying lead-up to […]


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Stone Soup Honor Roll: January/February 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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Highlight from Stonesoup.com

From the Stone Soup Blog She Needed Me and I Needed Her: “The Summer We Found the Baby” The Summer We Found the Baby, by Amy Hest, is a realistic fiction novel set in Belle Beach, New York, during World War II. The book’s main characters are Julie, age eleven; Julie’s little sister, Martha, age […]


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January 14th in Asheville. Year 2023.

No one is awake, and the silence is so absolute that you can hear the universe rearrange itself outside my window. It is blue-gray and a moth-eaten blanket of snow barely covers everything. The wind whips whistles whines ROARS. It is the bleak midwinter, and I the only thing alive. I lift the blind and […]