As the horses ran down the mountain like a raging sand storm, I knew I was in Wyoming. The swift, creek water was mint in my mouth. I felt sandpaper as I touched the horse’s hair. I turned around to see the trees of the forest swaying as if they were rocking their leaves to sleep. Everywhere I walked I could smell the scent of the flowers like the perfume of a beautiful women. I found myself crying as I watched the beautiful horses run across the plains beating their hooves to a strong, clear beat. Gwen Deutsch, 12Dubuque, IA
October 2018
Stone Soup Honor Roll: October 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 Editors Scroll down to see all the names (alphabetical by section), including book reviewers and artists. FICTION Beatrice Cappucci0, 8 Vivian G. Hoffman, 11 Isabel Angle, 10 Avery McPherson, 12 Wyatt Goeckner, 9 Caleb Meyaard, 11 POETRY Emily Maremont, 11 Maya Kalbach, 11 ART Coco Wu, 12 Natalie Dougan, 13
Wheat in Heaven
Nikon D3400 Delaney Slote, 12Missoula, MT
