— The forest looms over me, the trees seemingly patronizing me with every step. I shift my backpack on my shoulders and quicken my pace. Creepy as it is, this forest...
— “I don’t know, Izzy,” said Ophelia. “Oh, come on,” I complained. “He wasn’t spooked by a crazy bulldog, he won’t be afraid of a harmless ghost who he can’t even...
— An update from our twenty-sixth Book Club meeting! On April 24, in the first meeting of our new session, the Stone Soup Book Club discussed Where the Mountain Meets the...
— If I could write a letter to the world I’d ask. What about me? In ten years I’ll be 22. What will the world look like then? The worlds past...
— Writing Workshop #1: On the Word ‘And’ The Beggar Woman’s Song And the beggar woman sang of the wolf’s cold heart, how she prowled in a mist shrouded lane, she...
— Look at this painting: Promenade des Enfants (Children’s Walk) by Timoléon Lobrichon (1831-1914). Write a poem about it, in a style that reflects your initial response when you first saw...
— And then it turns out I was wrong, because I am writing another story. I went back to Clara's shop and we moved the desk and went to visit Jacob....
— One Starry Night By: Sasha Davis “Shake a leg Gabby, we are going to be late!” Papa yelled at me. “I’m tryin I’m tryin!”...
— A chilly breeze passed through the still night. Theempty sky stared down at Star, as she ran down the rolling hills. Her long, pale hair trailed behind her as she...
— The Red Woman I wondered why the cafe was getting colder. I lookedoutside the window and saw my answer. The shadows were closing in again. I had been insidethe cafe...