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Stone Soup Magazine for young readers, writers, and artists
Saturday Newsletter: August 15, 2020
“Strawberry” by Lulu De Mallie, 11 (Naples, NY) Published in Stone Soup April 2020 A note from Sarah This week, I wanted to draw your attention to something from the Stone Soup blog that, in my opinion, doesn’t get enough attention: recipes! If you scroll down to the bottom of the newsletter, you’ll see a recipe for fruit crumble posted by our former blogger Sarah Cymrot a few years ago. I’ve tried it myself recently, so I can confirm that it’s a great recipe. I made it with cherries and nectarines, but part of the reason that it appeals to me is that it’s so versatile—you can use whatever summer fruit you’ve got on hand. If you’re also inspired to try out Sarah’s recipe, please leave a comment on her post to let us know how it turned out. We’ve also published issues of the magazine that were food-themed. If you’re looking for recipes for dairy-free apple pie, cream of tomato soup, or matcha crepe cake—look no further! We featured those recipes and more in the December 2018 issue. But on to more recently published work. Did you read the blog post “Cucumbers” by Trevor Shum? Trevor does a great job of describing the characteristics of cucumbers and relating them to his own personality traits. Do you have a fruit or vegetable that you feel you’re most like? Think it over and try to write your own short piece like Trevor’s. And if you happen to be more in the mood for an art project, take a look at Lulu’s photograph of a strawberry above. What strikes me most about the photo is the interesting perspective that Lulu takes. A strawberry plant might be something that you see every day in your yard, but how can you capture it in an interesting way? I like to think of this image as taking the point of view of a bug in the garden. Can you think of any other interesting perspective to take? Till next week, P.S. Don’t forget that poetry submissions for the rest of August are free! Please spread the word and encourage the young poets you know to submit their work. Winners from Weekly Flash Contest #19 Weekly Flash Contest #19: Write a story backwards The week commencing August 3 (Daily Creativity Prompt #96) was our 19th week of flash contests, with a prompt that asked our entrants to write a story that goes backwards. The entries we received covered a broad range of topics, from family to animals to weather to space travel to time travel to friendship, and much more, even including a few poems. We greatly enjoyed reading all of the entries we received, and loved how the plots of the stories were slowly revealed as they traveled backwards. Well done to all of our entrants for taking on the difficult task of telling a story backwards, and particular congratulations to our winners and honorable mentions, listed below. Winners “The Project” by Katie Bergsieker, 12 (Denver, CO) “Surprise” by Scarlet He, 9 (Scarsdale, NY) “Once and For All” by Joyce Hong, 10 (Oakville, ON) “This Day Has Come Too Soon” by Ella Pierce, 12 (Hudson, WI) “Sea of Souls” by Daniel Wei, 13 (Weddington, NC) Honorable Mentions “Jewish Friend, Backwards End” by Becca Jacobson, 11 (Montclair, NJ) “Falling” by Vaishnavi Kumbala, 12 (Metairie, LA) “The Irrefusable Offer” by Kyler Min, 9 (Vienna, VA) “On Top of the World” by Mihika Sakharpe, 11 (Frisco, TX) “Last Thoughts“ by Ismini Vasiloglou, 11 (Atlanta, GA/Athens, Greece) Highlights from the past week online Don’t miss the latest content from our Book Reviewers and Young Bloggers at Stonesoup.com! Speaking of perspective, Ziva, 9, writes about schools re-opening from the point-of-view of a soccer ball. Ismini, 11, answers one of our Daily Prompts from last week, but situates the story in the present. She writes about her family has been stuck in Greece throughout the pandemic. In “The Silent Threat,” Rex, 11, writes a historical fiction piece about what it might have been like to live during the Spanish Flu. Check out some photographs by Alana-Jain that document Black Lives Matter murals in her town. Devanshi, 13, writes a poem called “Covid Superheroes” about the heroic sacrifices people are making during these scary times. “No Time to Go on Walks” by Sophi, 12, tells of a girl’s busy schedule before the pandemic, and what her time in quarantine has taught her to value. Finished crumble! From the Stone Soup blog July 2018 Zoe’s Fruit Crumble by Sarah Cymrot (Inspired by Martha Stewart’s Peach Crumble) Yield: 12 small servings Time: 30 minutes Ingredients: Filling 7 cups of any fruit (I just made mine with blueberries and sour cherries—you can use frozen or fresh fruit) 6 teaspoons cornstarch or 4 tablespoons flour A scant 1/2 cup sugar (or as little as 1/4 cup, depending on how sweet your fruit is) A splash of lemon juice (it is okay if you don’t have this—I often leave it out) Heaping 1/2 teaspoon of salt Topping 5 tablespoons unsalted butter Scant 1/4 cup brown sugar or 1/4 cup granulated sugar mixed with 1 teaspoon molasses 1 cup all-purpose flour 1/2 teaspoon salt Directions Preheat the oven to 375 degrees For the filling: In a bowl, gently (so that you don’t mash the fruit) mix all the ingredients for the filling, flour/cornstarch, sugar, fruit, lemon juice, and salt. Pour fruit mixture into a 12″ by 8″ baking dish. For the topping: Cream the butter and brown sugar in an electric mixer for about two minutes at medium to high speed. Add salt and flour in a few batches. Mix until the dough starts to form a ball. Crumble the topping into little pieces over the fruit mixture. Bake for 40–50 minutes—if it looks like it is browning too quickly on top, cover with aluminum foil. It’s done when the fruit is bubbling and the topping has some color. Stone Soup is published by Children’s Art Foundation-Stone Soup Inc., a 501(c)(3) educational nonprofit organization registered
Flash Contest #19: Write a backwards story: Our Winners and their Work!
Flash contest #19: Write a backwards story The week commencing August 3 (Daily Creativity Prompt #96) was our nineteenth week of flash contests, with a prompt that asked our entrants to write a story that goes backwards. The entries we received covered a broad range of topics, from family to animals to weather to space travel to time travel to friendship, and much more, even including a few poems. We greatly enjoyed reading all of the entries we received, and loved how the plots of the stories were slowly revealed as they traveled backwards. Well done to all of our entrants for taking on the difficult task of telling a story backwards, and particular congratulations to our Winners and Honorable Mentions, listed below. Read on past the list of winners to experience the Winners’ work for yourselves. Winners The Project by Katie Bergsieker, 12 (Denver, CO) Surprise by Scarlet He, 9 (Scarsdale, NY) Once and For All by Joyce Hong, 10 (Oakville, ON) This Day Has Come Too Soon by Ella Pierce, 12 (Hudson, WI) Sea of Souls by Daniel Wei, 13 (Weddington, NC) Honorable Mentions Jewish Friend, Backwards End by Becca Jacobson, 11 (Montclair, NJ) Falling by Vaishnavi Kumbala, 12 (Metairie, LA) The Irrefusable Offer by Kyler Min, 9 (Vienna, VA) On Top of the World by Mihika Sakharpe, 11 (Frisco, TX) Last Thoughts by Ismini Vasiloglou, 11 (Atlanta, GA/Athens, Greece) Katie Bergsieker, 12Denver, CO The Project Katie Bergsieker, 12 “Sophie! Thank goodness you’re here! Look!” my best friend Kylie cries, pointing. I follow her finger. She is pointing to a boy that has my hair color, eyes, skin tone, and more. He looks almost identical to me. “Stephen?” I breathe, unbelieving. “I’m told that I belong to the McGrafty family? I was taken by a van while playing with my sister, you see…” His voice is deeper than I expected. “Stephen,” I say as he pauses for breath. “I am your sister.” My eyes, and his, fill with tears. I should start from the beginning. And my beginning actually starts with a very perturbed me. No. “I’m not going to the carnival, Mom,” I say, exasperated. “I know, but honey, can’t you take a break?” Mom says. “You know that you don’t have to be working on your… ahem… project every second of the day, right?” “I do, actually,” I mumble. “I can’t go to the carnival because… oh, Kylie invited me to come over to her house.” That wasn’t true, but Mom couldn’t have guessed. I spend a ton of time with my BFF, Kylie. At least I did, before I got sucked into my important project. Mom raises one eyebrow. “Fine. I’ll go to the carnival with George, then. Have fun with Kylie. Do you need me to drive you?” “No, I can walk,” I reply. “Kylie lives a block away, so what’s the point of driving, anyway?” “Okay,” Mom says, turning to pick up my baby brother George. “Be back by six. And what is your “project”, again?” Mom always asks about the project. Now it’s my turn to raise my eyebrow. “Mom, I told you already. I’m not going to tell you!” I swore to secrecy that I wouldn’t tell anyone. I’m not about to break that promise now. Mom, as usual, takes forever to pack all of George’s things before finally heading out the garage door. “Bye, Sophie!” she calls over an upset, screaming George who doesn’t want to go into his stroller. Instead of going to Kylie’s house right away (I didn’t say that I was going to, did I?), I plop down in front of our computer. I open up a new browser and type: Sophie McGrafty. My name. The internet gives me many articles that I can type on. They’re all the same as usual though. Sophie McGrafty looking for missing twin. Twin missing. Where is Sophie McGrafty’s twin? Explorers search for thirteen year old girl’s twin. No twin found for Sophie McGrafty, 13. I should explain. Five years ago, when searching in my mom and dad’s closet, I found a shoebox. There was a birth certificate inside. Stephen King McGrafty, it said. Born February 2. My birthday. Digging around in the shoebox some more, I had found a faded newspaper article. Stephen McGrafty, 2, reported missing, it said. I scanned the article. ‘Two year old Stephen McGrafty was playing with his twin sister, Sophie, when a van drove up to their house. Sophie ran into the house, but Stephen stayed, hypnotized by the beautiful dog in the van’s window. By the time Sophie’s parents realized Stephen wasn’t home for dinner, the van, and Stephen, were gone. The search continues, and if you see this van, please call 123-HELP.’ Of course, I didn’t remember any of this happening. I don’t even remember Stephen. Mom and Dad never talk about him. When I looked at this article, I made it my vow to try to find Stephen. After all, it was totally my fault. What kind of twin leaves their sibling behind when a creepy van pulls up in front of their house? I’m getting close. The other day, I found an article saying that a couple in Utah, only a few hours away from our house in Colorado, have a kid that they found on the side of the street. They picked him up and named him Bob. And another article said that someone named Bob Dah could be the Stephen McGrafty that we had been looking for this whole time. So I am on my search for Bob Dah. But first I have to walk over to Kylie’s house. For real. I need to ask her for a favor. I lace up my sneakers and head out. When I get to Kylie’s house, I see paparazzi, police cars, vans, and more parked outside. I push my way through and see my best friend sitting in the back corner. I look and see a boy identical to me.