Stories
— I stepped off the bus, savoring the taste of my toothpaste. I’ve been getting better at brushing my teeth and hair recently, since starting my meds. Obviously, it was expensive,...
— I had no official business near the couch, which is why my head was held high, like an austere national security inspector. I was not a busybody. I bowed to...
— Awaiting the rush means I must marinate in restlessness. I’m reminded that once a consciousness slides, it receives a static shock from the Playground Gods in order to bring it...
— The child who runs down the street is clothed in sandals. They cling to her toes, strapped, slapping on the concrete gravel that grits the bottom of the shoes. The...
— In light of the recent ICE activities. In my mother’s purse, I found a paper detailing what to do if an ICE agent came to your door. It was next...
— Dear Stone Soup Editors, Please find attached my poem, “the morning around us,” for consideration in the Monthly Flash Contest. It is approximately 338 words. I am a 14-year-old writer...
— Tang Li, aims to share this artwork to express her winter break plan– baking apples to an apple pie for the family. As a novice baker, she believes that sharing...
— I shook my wrist; the charms on my thin, silver bracelet made a ringing, clarion sound that pinched my ears. Each little trinket on my bracelet represented a past lover...
— This is a story about love and continuity. Through it, I hope people can feel that a parent’s love for their child never fades, with time or the limits of...
— “What’s happening?” I looked out of my bedroom window down the road outside of our apartment. Cars were driving around, in perfect rhythm, it seemed. Not a car was driving...