The Arts
— Muma always said, “No ghosts, Zeline. If you ever meet one, turn away and run.” before I went to sleep. And even though I knew the stories of ghosts were...
— An update from our second Writing Workshop with Conner Bassett A summary of the workshop held on Saturday April 24, plus some of the output published below In the second...
— A Chinese lantern is typically red. It has a red string at the top to hold; it also has some Chinese words on its body and gold strips at the...
— An update from our first Writing Workshop with new teacher, Conner Bassett A summary of the workshop held on Saturday, April 17, plus some of the output published below In...
— An appreciation of those who participated in our Winter/Spring Writing Workshop Session On April 3, 2021, we held our second official end of term reading, a showcase wherein our authors...
— An update from our thirty-eighth Writing Workshop A summary of the workshop held on Saturday April 17, plus some of the output published below In his first class in the...
— The girl in the painting A long time ago I was smears of paint on a canvas, only bits and pieces of what I have become. After many painstaking hours,...
— Draw your dream home! Thanks to Stone Soup ’20—21 Intern Emily Fleck for this week’s prompt!
— A Day of Games By Aditi Nair, 12 Andtheskybluewavesreflectedasilveryglow,eagerlyinvitingchildrentodivein.Thewaves bouncedaroundinjoy,encompassingeveryspaceofthesmalllagoonlikeablackhole devouringeverythinginitsvicinity.Thecuriousandcarefreefromthelotponderedaboutallof the adventurous games they could play. “Let’sgoin!Thewavesarecallingus,”oneofthemcriedashetrudgedhiswaythroughthewet sand and knee-deep water. Theysoonfoundasmallstreamflowingintotheocean’sdepthsandpromptlyfollowedthe smoothcurrents.Waves,bigandsmall,crashedonthechildrenleavingafoamyaftermathof grittycrystalsandshellfragments.Purpleflowersandbrightgreenleaves–alongtheshoreline– addedcolorandlifetowhatseemedlikeanever-endingwinter.Ceruleanblueandshadesof turquoisedancedinharmony,engagingthechildrenasthewavesbouncedthemlikeastray buoy. Andtheoceandidnotstopplayingwiththem;withtheirexcitementquicklyrising,theysoon forgotaboutthefast-pacedcurrentsandventuredfurtherandfurtheruntiltheynoticedthatthe...
— The Dance of the Sea Rays of orange evening sunlight flew down the coastline,taking a calm breeze and charming birdcalls along. A stripof street, shimmering into the sunset glow, separated...