Metaphor – Sep 12, 2020
Metaphor Poem His beard was like tangled wires, His eyes were dark, similar to the night sky, His hair was shaped like a hair dryer, Why is he dressed up like this to a Prom,...
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Metaphor Poem His beard was like tangled wires, His eyes were dark, similar to the night sky, His hair was shaped like a hair dryer, Why is he dressed up like this to a Prom, I thought? But, it turned out, he was dancing with my mom!
WARSAW
Country: Poland
Capital: Warsaw
Main Language Spoken: Polish
Currency: Zloty
Warsaw (Warzawa), is a lively, modern and bustling city lacking nothing. It is steeped in history and this only made me more eager to visit it.
Birthday Party
Allen Nu, 5
Today we had a unifying place to hold a wonderful party at Zoom to celebrate Anna’s ten years old birthday. She is a sweet and lovely girl , especially she likes to giggle and speaks brightly with a big smile on her face. We classmates prefer to play with her whether in the classroom or outside.
Perfect For Me
April Yu, 13
Slivers of moonlight
Leaking in through the glass
Pictures framed on the walls
Frozen in memories past
Stars freckled across
The milky indigo sky
A breeze lilting in the air
A gale, a gust, a sigh
Black cherries and freesia
april the enclosed space
Here I am, in my bedroom
Forever my favorite place
On paper, it sounds so cliché
But gazing at my rug...
COVID Isolation
Aya Klein-Borgert, 13
The Fall of Silence
Chloe Mancini, 9
Create a piece of flash fiction written from the perspective of the first object you saw when you woke up this morning. Your narrative should be no longer than 250 words.
This is the first weekly prompt of September, so it is also the topic for our monthly flash contest: entries due by midday Pacific time on Sunday September 13!
Editor's Note: Recently, Stone Soup blogger Thee Sim Ling reached out to us to ask if she could arrange an interview with one of her favorite authors, James Ponti. Luckily, the bestselling author of the City Spies series generously agreed! Below is their conversation, where they discuss writing about different cultures, literary influences, favorite characters, and more.
With the ability to summon any mammal, I was safe. So, my adventure started in the Mystic Woods. That was a warm, breezy day when the soil opened in a fold and I fell in.
When I landed on some concrete, the unnatural purple color told me straightaway where I was—Professor Haunter’s course. He traps his victims and puts them, well, basically in a death course.
I See
Mairead Sheehy-Moss, 12
Plants soaking up the sun
putting my hair in a bun
just for seeing no one
I see a rotten piece of gum
and a big fat purple plum
sitting there, yum
This poem was written in response to our Daily Creativity prompt #58: Write a Poem About What You See