The Fence

Ever since I could remember, Momma and I lived alone. Just us two. She never mentioned my Poppa or any aunts or uncles or cousins, so neither did I. We were happy enough how we were. It was 1953, and we lived on the very edge of the Black District of the town. Some thought [...]

The Ride of Infinity

I wrapped my jacket around me to keep out the frigid air. It was cold and drizzly and my clothes were soaked. “The tapestry of life will outlast all of us,” my dad had always told me. “Everyone who has ever lived and ever will is a part of the tapestry. Sometimes a thread will [...]

The Stone Angel

The pewter sky hung like a tapestry over the graveyard, dark clouds spilling across it. The clouds boomed and thundered like an angry beast, releasing torrents of water that drenched the gray headstones below. Lightning sliced through the air like a sword, illuminating the world for a second with its violet light. Libby liked the [...]

Poetry Portfolio

The following poems were written by students in a creative writing class that took place in Shanghai, China, hosted by the Stanford University EPGY Honors Academy summer program. My students in this class wrote and read stories and poems in English, but most spoke Mandarin as well as other languages. Many of my students were [...]

About the Author

When I try my best but no words come I feel worried, like when I drown in lava. How does it feel like to be an author? Great, because everyone will know the work you wrote. It also feels like you are the most important person in the world. When I do not have to [...]

About the Author Poem

Before I write, I put on boots, jackets, scarfs and mittens. "I am prepared." I tell myself. I close my eyes and write. For I know that if I don't prepare myself fully, I may never get out of my fantasy world.

tiny big valley

tiny valley big so big grass of blue lakes of green tiny big down-upside trees night and day spring to spring nothing&noone comes to tiny big valley nothing walks the roses &noone paints the sky with love night and day spring to spring nothing&noone and someone and everyone comes to tiny big valley nothing loves [...]

lonely boy

Who am I, am I just a lonely boy? When I am lonely I feel wild. Does nobody want me? Or do I have to stay here forever? Well, I will be crashed by a car? What shall I do. I need a real life! I am very far to become a normal boy.

A human

A human's life is as an alien's life. This human has two feet and hairs. It lives in a house and eats with its hair. But actually we guess that humans eat like that. A piece of paper told us how humans are. A human goes to work every day even Saturday and Sunday and [...]


The sound you can hear is the fairy's voice. And remember the fairies are behind you. Fairies are not same as you because they have wings and they are absolutely tiny. And Whatever money you get it is actually your tooth. If you have a very clean and white tooth put it under your pillow [...]


When I write I feel very soft and smooth. I always feel nervous when the pen touches the paper. My feelings always control myself. When I don't know what to write I transform into a monster.


The moon The little moon The lonely uncolorful moon The only friend of earth The moon of its only kind There the moon stand by her only little self The moon The Earth’s only friend The grey boring moon The old rusty moon


Trees and Clouds

Lord of the Binder Rings

Cedar Waxwing

Cedar Waxwing

One Horse



Stone Soup Honor Roll: April 2018

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 [...]


Uprising by Margaret Peterson Haddix; Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers: New York, 2011; $11.99 Uprising. One word, but somehow this meager collection of letters presents readers with strong, vivid emotions. Some when confronted with this word would mentally tremble in fright. Some might feel a sense of rebellion brewing inside them. Others would, [...]