Stone Soup

Exceptional stories, poems, and art by people ages 6–18

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Poetry·Teresa Cheng, age 13 — I told myself I’d left it all behind, My cup of life filled up with laughter, lace, But I, far from cured, and far from refined. I swore no hand...

Poetry·Teresa Cheng, age 13 — Not even willing to recall yesterday, every mind strains to remember a bland moment, when forced to cope with times now stuck, the morrow would not let it slip away,...

Story·River Mabry, age 13 — 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,...

Personal Narrative·Ali Kidwai, age 13 — For most of my childhood, my grandmother's bright red Camry smelled faintly of J. perfume, old leather and sometimes McDonald's fries that we had eaten hours earlier but somehow could...

Poetry·Teresa Cheng, age 13 — There once was a vase with a flower, rosy and plump, like peaches, sweet and soft, slim like a sprout of elegant green, with a graceful figure. She lived in...

Poetry·Teresa Cheng, age 13 — 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...

Poetry·Ruby Martin, age 18 — 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...