Stone Soup

Where young artists paint the world with words

The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Stay updated with our latest stories, poems, and news delivered to your inbox.

Untitled

So‌ ‌there‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌blue‌ ‌thing‌ ‌and‌ ‌maybe‌ ‌it‌ ‌could‌ ‌fly‌ ‌or‌ ‌not‌ ‌but‌ ‌I‌ ‌don't‌ ‌know‌ ‌because‌ ‌my‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌were‌‌  blindfolded‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌was‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌tree‌ ‌of‌ ‌doom.‌ ‌Then‌ ‌there‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌roke‌ ‌and‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌crashing‌ ‌crashing‌‌  and‌ ‌I‌ ‌saw‌ ‌that‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌yellow‌ ‌and‌ ‌had‌ ‌wings‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌was‌ ‌not‌ ‌blinded‌ ‌anymore.‌ ‌The‌ ‌tree‌ ‌crashed‌‌  and‌ ‌I‌ ‌was‌ ‌falling‌ ‌through‌ ‌a‌ ‌lake‌ ‌of‌ ‌birds‌ ‌covered‌ ‌in‌ ‌skin‌ ‌and‌ ‌they‌ ‌were‌ ‌preaching‌ ‌my‌ ‌nose‌ ‌out‌‌  but‌ ‌I‌ ‌turned‌ ‌into‌ ‌a‌ ‌zkide‌ ‌and‌ ‌went‌ ‌underground‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌started‌ ‌eating‌ ‌my‌ ‌sludge‌ ‌from‌ ‌yesterday‌‌  until‌ ‌it‌ ‌ran‌ ‌on‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌was‌ ‌not‌ ‌alone‌ ‌now‌ ‌because‌ ‌I‌ ‌had‌ ‌someone‌ ‌else‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌teeth‌ ‌and‌ ‌was‌ ‌named‌‌  shark‌ ‌and‌ ‌shark‌ ‌said‌ ‌I‌ ‌am‌ ‌coman‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌will‌ ‌eat‌ ‌your‌ ‌fish‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌said‌ ‌I‌ ‌do‌ ‌not‌ ‌have‌ ‌fish‌ ‌and‌ ‌shark‌‌  said‌ ‌yes‌ ‌no‌ ‌you‌ ‌have‌ ‌no‌ ‌yes‌ ‌maybe‌ ‌fish‌ ‌give‌ ‌it‌ ‌to‌ ‌me.‌ ‌I‌ ‌gave‌ ‌the‌ ‌werk‌ ‌to‌ ‌shark‌ ‌because‌ ‌it‌‌  happened‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌had‌ ‌fish‌ ‌but‌ ‌it‌ ‌left‌ ‌and‌ ‌coman‌ ‌left‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌was‌ ‌alone‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌dirt‌ ‌says‌ ‌I‌ ‌will‌ ‌give‌‌  you‌ ‌magic‌ ‌if‌ ‌you‌ ‌sing‌ ‌but‌ ‌I‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌know‌ ‌any‌ ‌songs‌ ‌that‌ ‌exist‌ ‌so‌ ‌I‌ ‌sang‌ ‌about‌ ‌bloooonam‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌‌  dirt‌ ‌says‌ ‌I‌ ‌hate‌ ‌you‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌was‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌air‌ ‌and‌ ‌eating‌ ‌a‌ ‌rock‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌was‌ ‌deasa‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌water‌ ‌and‌ ‌then‌‌  my‌ ‌sister‌ ‌was‌ ‌saying‌ ‌you‌ ‌are‌ ‌going‌ ‌to‌ ‌jail‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌blue‌ ‌thing‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌said‌ ‌why‌ ‌not‌ ‌so‌ ‌jail‌ ‌was‌‌  green‌ ‌and‌ ‌slinking‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌was‌ ‌freaking‌ ‌out‌ ‌because‌ ‌my‌ ‌sweater‌ ‌was‌ ‌on‌ ‌backwards‌ ‌and‌ ‌my‌ ‌pants‌‌  were‌ ‌on‌ ‌frontwards‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌was‌ ‌swimming‌ ‌in‌ ‌lava‌ ‌and‌ ‌it‌ ‌felt‌ ‌good‌ ‌had‌ ‌I‌ ‌not‌ ‌eating‌ ‌that‌ ‌fish‌ ‌that‌‌  was‌ ‌shark‌ ‌coman.‌ ‌Then‌ ‌my‌ ‌aunt‌ ‌said‌ ‌once‌ ‌upon‌ ‌a‌ ‌time‌ ‌I‌ ‌will‌ ‌tell‌ ‌you‌ ‌a‌ ‌story‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌said‌ ‌yes‌ ‌and‌‌  my‌ ‌mom‌ ‌said‌ ‌you‌ ‌are‌ ‌lying‌ ‌you‌ ‌don't‌ ‌have‌ ‌a‌ ‌story‌ ‌because‌ ‌I‌ ‌am‌ ‌alive‌ ‌like‌ ‌you‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌ran‌ ‌away‌‌  until‌ ‌the‌ ‌lobster‌ ‌tried‌ ‌to‌ ‌eat‌ ‌me‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌came‌ ‌home‌ ‌where‌ ‌my‌ ‌oma‌ ‌said‌ ‌you‌ ‌need‌ ‌to‌ ‌like‌ ‌this‌ ‌on‌‌  instagram‌ ‌or‌ ‌oisol‌ ‌will‌ ‌go‌ ‌you‌ ‌away‌ ‌so‌ ‌I‌ ‌lift‌ ‌and‌ ‌flying‌ ‌the‌ ‌water‌ ‌of‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌and‌ ‌my‌ ‌friend‌ ‌said‌ ‌I‌ ‌like‌‌  my‌ ‌bear‌ ‌better‌ ‌and‌ ‌my‌ ‌other‌ ‌friend‌ ‌said‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌skeleton‌ ‌but‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌real‌ ‌lying‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌gong‌‌  and‌ ‌he‌ ‌said‌ ‌you‌ ‌better‌ ‌get‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌here‌ ‌or‌ ‌you‌ ‌will‌ ‌get‌ ‌eaten‌ ‌by‌ ‌a‌ ‌shark‌ ‌and‌ ‌I‌ ‌say‌ ‌I‌ ‌like‌ ‌sharks‌‌  more‌ ‌than‌ ‌I‌ ‌want‌ ‌to.‌‌  ‌  ‌  ‌  ‌