Nature
— I sigh. Summer is so hot in Florida that I think I’ll burn into a pile of ashes. It’s not as hot in Massachusetts, where I used to live. I...
— I am standing in my backyard. The trees are tall, towering over me. The birds land on the ground, pecking and pulling worms from the earth. One lands on my...
— Stone Soup contributor and 2020-21 intern Anya Geist, 14, talks with Book Club facilitator and member of the Stone Soup Honor Roll Lucy Rados, 13, about the Writing Workshop, the process...
— Few were (and still are) able to imagine the wild figure of Fox Girl. But if you saw her, you’d recognize her even if you’d never heard of such a...
— An update from our thirty-second Writing Workshop! A summary of the workshop held on Saturday February 6, plus some of the output published below This week we talked about language:...
— The cassie implewart crawled out of her nest. Her long bubber colored fur fell into her eyes as she leapt from tree to tree in a snookaloo manner. Finally, she...
— When the Garden Speaks I walked into the silent garden. It felt peaceful and quiet yet something about it seemed to be…Alive. Perhaps it was the butterflies daintily flitting about...
— The Calls of a Dolphin Tall conifers swayed gently in the evening breeze, tilting toward the Pacific coast, as if craning their long necks toward the water’s edge. Children ...
— Weeping Willow Words: And, Tree, Happy, Flame, Suddenly, Whisper The old oak tree swayed ever so slightly in the playful summer breeze, one that was like a young child oblivious...
— A Pair of Eyes The flat bottom of the gondola sliced through silent yet disturbed waters with the smoothness of silk and the quickness of a little bird. As Eva...