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.

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The Hike

The Hike It was the happy day! The happiest day of my life! My parents and I were finally going on a hike! As, I put my best clothes on ,packed up and headed to the car. When arrived to the pace we were going to hike, I got down from the car, and stop on the gooey mud. Ewwww! The mud was sticky like glue and thick like syrup. Then, I walked slowly so I wouldn’t get the mud all over my boots and pants. And that’s when we entered the forest. The forest was dark and gloomy, the wind was a howling wolf. The small, muddy steam was a laughing clown. Then suddenly, a roar came .It was a loudest sound in the history of the world. It stopped the the wind from howling. It stopped the stream from laughing like a clown. Then, I realized the sound, sounded a lot like a dinosaur. This started to feel like Jurassic Park. So, I tip toed toward the sound .I didn’t know what I was doing. So, I pulled the leaf, and the sound roared again, but it wasn’t so loud anymore. It didn’t sound like a dinosaur. In fact, it didn’t even sound an animal. Because it was my dad shouting through a microphone. In just like that, the mud was gooey, the wind was a howling wolf, the stream was laughing, and I was crazy!