Contests
— 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...
— “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...
— 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...
— A Woman’s Strength and Journey Her journey begins in the violet haze of dawn enveloped in a dark cloak of mist, she breathes into her scarf looking up into the...
— A pile of smooth pebbles lies on Delia’s desk next to a crumpled velvet bag. She strokes the surface of one of the stones with her thumb. This one is...
— When the Silver Tip Dances Again Dust settled into my spine like winter into old bones. I remember when your silver tip danced across my pages, creating stories of legends...
— A Very Unhappy Valentine’s Day Flowers wilt in the winter air, Cupid shoots hate arrows making people glare Teddy bears without heads fly through the sky bouncing off the kids...