The cover image for the March 2021 issue of Stone Soup is incredibly striking. Aiyla Syed’s photograph “Sensation” (pictured above) perfectly captures a moment that feels familiar and playful in a visually compelling way. FRANCE. Paris. Place de l’Europe. Gare Saint Lazare. 1932. The composition of the photograph is wonderful. While the main attention in the foreground is Aiyla’s brother jumping in a puddle, the line of the road in the background and the horizon line provide a pleasing frame for the action. And the shadow provides a doubling of the subject that gives the image a really nice sense of symmetry. For me, this photo reminds me of Henri Cartier-Bresson’s famous 1932 photograph of a different puddle jumper (pictured right). In “Sensation,” there is also an interesting tension between the stillness of the surroundings and the sudden movement of the splash that Aiyla’s brother is making. What sounds do you think were happening as Aiyla was taking this photo? In addition to being an interesting piece of art, this photograph could be an excellent starting-off point for a story or a poem. The Activity For a writing or art activity, try to capture a moment where a silence or sense of peace is suddenly broken. You can do this with words or through a visual medium. What does the scene look like while it’s quiet? And what is it that suddenly disrupts this peacefulness? Maybe it’s a happy disruption, like a sudden laugh, or maybe it’s more serious, like an alarm. In any case, explore the sensation that occurs when the disturbance takes place.
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Flash Contest #29, March 2021: Write a story set somewhere you’ve never been–our winners and their work
Our March Flash Contest was based on our weekly creativity prompt #142, asking contestants to stretch the limits of their imagination in order to write a story set somewhere they had never been. As always, selecting the winners was exceedingly difficult due to the abundance of quality work, but this month our editors were left especially in awe as three different pieces were also selected to be published separately on the blog. These writer’s comprehensive world building ability and infinite capacity for imagination were on display as we received submissions ranging from metafictional meditations on writing to poetic renderings of an encounter with a yeti to Frankenstein’s spinning in perpetuity! We thank all who entered this month’s contest and encourage everyone to keep submitting! In particular, we congratulate our Honorable Mentions and our Winners, whose work you can appreciate below. And a special shout out to Lake Oswego, Oregon, Scarsdale, New York, and the state of Oregon as a whole, as four out of five of Winners came from these two cities and half of all entrants selected for recognition came from Oregon! Winners “Lost in Blocks” by Scarlet He, 10, Scarsdale, NY “Frank in the Galaxy” by Kimberly Hu, 8, Lake Oswego, OR “Underworld Adventure” by Rex Huang, 11, Lake Oswego, OR “The Legend of Mount Himalaya” by Audrey Li, 13, Scarsdale, NY “Complete” by Shriya Roy, 13, Highland, CA Honorable Mentions “Green Ivy” by Riya Agarwal, 11, Portland, OR “Somewhere” by Madeline Cleveland, 11, Belleville, WI “The Ice Jester” by Chelsea Liang, 11, San Jose, CA “Shipwreck in North Pole” by Roger Krishna, 6, Portland, OR “Unknown Train Trip” by Charelle Jan Ramo, 10, Hilo, HI Chosen for the Stone Soup COVID-19 Blog “Going Viral” by Ender Ippolito, 9, Portland, OR Chosen for the Stone Soup Blog “Life Inside a Staircase” by Arjun Nair, 9, Midlothian, VA “Spring” by Porter Younkin, 9, Medford, OR Scarlet He, 10Scarsdale, NY Lost in Blocks Scarlet He It was a sunny afternoon. A castle was growing in her heart. Julia slapped the last piece on the wooden castle, causing it to tumble to the floor. “Aw, man! That was the last piece… I’ll have to rebuild it!” Julia exclaimed, picking up a wooden block from the rubble of the oak wood blocks. Her mom daintily walked into the room, with a stern look on her face. “Julia, come have dinner, please. It’s getting cold.” “No! I’m not done building my kingdom!” Julia sighed and placed the block in an empty space, arranging it in a fashionable manner. Her hands shook as she grabbed another block. She wasn’t sure if her palace was going to fall another time. The castle gradually grew higher and wider, finally becoming a real tower. Julia’s elbow swung and hit bulls-eye into the tower’s base, down it came crashing, blocks flying through the air. “No… ugh! I’ll have to rebuild it. Again!” Julia whined in anger. She didn’t know why, but she was angry… for the thousandth time in her eight year lifespan, her head started to spin. Forgetting about her fumes, she panicked and scrambled around her room trying to get balanced. Everything spun. She felt as if she was skydiving out of the sky, but really she was just about as foolish as an octopus settling into a cup… she blacked out. Julia blinked and rubbed her head. She didn’t feel right, not at all. Towers of wooden buildings loomed over her. Had my kingdom grown in the past few hours? She had an odd feeling that overpowered the “This doesn’t feel right” feeling. She felt different. The weird thing was that this seemed a little familiar. She lifted her foot to walk around, but ho! It felt heavier and she immediately dropped it. It was the same for the rest of her body parts. She lifted her foot, and eventually got the hang of it. She started toward the gate, and walked up to a fruit market with her stomach grumbling loudly. “Hello, can I get a-” Julia asked, feeling around in her pockets. She had no money. She made a concerned face at the cashier, to let her know about her mistake. She realized the cashier was made out of wood! She had short twin-tails around her shoulders and circle glasses with no lenses. “It’s ok. I can give you a wapple for free,” the cashier said, handing her a shiny wooden apple that looked like a fusion of a pear and an apple. “Thanks… but where am I? I’m supposed to be in my room right now, building Barkanther!” “Barkanther? Why, you are near Barkanther! Actually, you ARE in Barkanther!” The cashier smiled. Julia’s eyes widened, and she stuttered, “Wait, what? Why am I here then??” The cashier’s eyes widened too. “That means you aren’t a citizen… who are you?” the cashier said nervously. She took a step back and adjusted her glasses carefully. Julia remembered her tantrum when she had accidentally knocked down the palace. She felt guilty, but good at the same time. The sun shone in her face, and wooden leaves danced in the cooling wind that blew Julia’s soft bark hair. She decided not to worry and focused on attaining this girl’s friendship. “Hey… listen. I’m no citizen from around here, but I want you to know that I’m kind.” Julia said in her most convincing voice. She was telling the truth, for once. She wasn’t a citizen of Barkanther. She didn’t even know where she was. “I believe you…. That you aren’t a citizen from here.” Esther said, stepping forward to munch on a wapple. Esther stepped out of her stand to face Julia, eye to eye. Then she exclaimed, “I can see it by the way you look. Come, come.” Julia looked around for a moment before following Esther. She spotted some citizens cooking some soft leaves over a lightbulb. Is this what they use to cook? Julia was bewildered, but reluctantly followed Esther down the sidewalk and passed by a few alleys. Their shoes
Weekly Creativity #143: Write a Story about Two Characters who have Made a Mistake
Two characters have made a mistake or done something they know is wrong. One wants to tell the truth, and the other wants to lie about it. Tell the story of what happened, and how things turn out.
