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Leaders of the Jungle – October 17, 2020

by Hera Agirbicean Age 10

Published October 17, 2020

The squirrels jumped from branch to branch, chasing each other around the tree and landing on each branch like acrobats or gymnasts with such grace. Birds sang from high up in the trees, telling a...

Day and Night

by Angela Tang Age 12

Published October 17, 2020

The grass was damp with the sweat of the sky, jagged blades were shards of glass, stolen from the abyss of the clouds. The beads of dew grew into a shattered necklace, one of bubbles...

10/17/2020–The Brook

by Ava Isabella Angeles Age 12

Published October 17, 2020

10/17/2020 Flourishing bushes enveloped a small brook that babbled to itself as it ran along. It weaved between the protruding clumps of leaves, which sometimes broke free and ran along with it, tumbling over small...

The Kayaker

by Liam Hancock Age 12

Published October 17, 2020

You wake up, waist deep in soot and rubble. But not really awake, just halfway, or possibly even less than that. Maybe a quarter. Once upon a time, there was a number you remembered that...

Ambrose’s Dream

by Lina Kim Age 10

Published October 17, 2020

Her Doll-Object Workshop, October 3rd, Winter is Coming-Nature Workshop, October 17th

by Ma'ayan Rosenbaum Age 13

Published October 17, 2020

It is quite interesting to observe just how much change can occur over the course of a month. Why, just a month ago, this tree bore a woven coat of leaves painted the most striking...

The Hillside (from workshop 10/17)

by Lucy Rados Age 13

Published October 17, 2020

The hillside was a vibrant, luscious green this time of year. As the hours flew by, the bees never seemed to run out of energy, the flowers never seemed tired of their constant dance. Trees...

Life of bluebonnet

by Priya Srinivasan Age 11

Published October 17, 2020

Life of a Rabbit. The wind was howling, the grass was smiling, the sun was blazing hot, and the buffalos were whining. It was a regular day for a rabbit. As I sat on my...

Flash Contest #24, October 2020: poems that can be read in both directions – our winners and their work

by Jane Levi

Published October 17, 2020

Special

by Samantha Lee Age 11

Published October 16, 2020

Special I looked into my old bin. It was faded sky blue and had my name written in sharpie in the top left corner of the back. L-I-L-Y. My 6-year-old handwriting was big and bold....

Leaders of the Jungle – October 17, 2020

Post Age 10 Published October 17, 2020 by Hera Agirbicean

The squirrels jumped from branch to branch, chasing each other around the tree and landing on each branch like acrobats or gymnasts with such grace. Birds sang from high up in the trees, telling a story of freedom. If you looked closely you could see chipmunks hiding in the bushes, not wanting to be seen. A thunderous sound broke the silence, the sound louder than a lion's roar.

Day and Night

Post Age 12 Published October 17, 2020 by Angela Tang

The grass was damp with the sweat of the sky, jagged blades were shards of glass, stolen from the abyss of the clouds. The beads of dew grew into a shattered necklace, one of bubbles meant to embellish the outfit of the sleek, young sun. The only sound was perplexed and irritated by intermittent caws of the rage of hawks, the sentinels of the sky.

10/17/2020–The Brook

Post Age 12 Published October 17, 2020 by Ava Isabella Angeles

The Kayaker

Post Age 12 Published October 17, 2020 by Liam Hancock

You wake up, waist deep in soot and rubble. But not really awake, just halfway, or possibly even less than that. Maybe a quarter. Once upon a time, there was a number you remembered that was less than ¼, but that time has passed you by. For now, even reminiscence of the past milliseconds seem like a feat for the gods. Don’t be too hard on yourself, though.

Ambrose’s Dream

Post Age 10 Published October 17, 2020 by Lina Kim

Ambrose was sitting in a wondrous open field. The branches of the trees and flowers swayed in the gentle breeze. Bees and butterflies went from flower to flower, looking for nectar. Hummingbirds hummed, whizzing around the field. There was a hill nearby. The grass was a vibrant green. She stood up, and ran around the field, the wind blowing through her blond locks of hair. She sighed.

Her Doll-Object Workshop, October 3rd, Winter is Coming-Nature Workshop, October 17th

Post Age 13 Published October 17, 2020 by Ma'ayan Rosenbaum

It is quite interesting to observe just how much change can occur over the course of a month. Why, just a month ago, this tree bore a woven coat of leaves painted the most striking shades of auburn rouges and butter yellows, while most of us still wore no coat at all. Eerily, now we shiver in rhythm to the trembling of naked branches, thin and frail without the protection we once took for granted.

The Hillside (from workshop 10/17)

Post Age 13 Published October 17, 2020 by Lucy Rados

The hillside was a vibrant, luscious green this time of year. As the hours flew by, the bees never seemed to run out of energy, the flowers never seemed tired of their constant dance. Trees stood as sentries at the bottom of the hill, protecting all that lived there from harm. They sang to one another, changing their song as the wind shifted. On the hillside a hummingbird flew around.

Life of bluebonnet

Post Age 11 Published October 17, 2020 by Priya Srinivasan

Life of a Rabbit. The wind was howling, the grass was smiling, the sun was blazing hot, and the buffalos were whining. It was a regular day for a rabbit. As I sat on my steep hole, looking for predators. I cool with everyone, you see,my best friend is a Buffalo Bill!(who is a buffalo). but us rabbits always have one predator. The Fox. He was the sly, the most sneaky, creature on earth.

Flash Contest #24, October 2020: poems that can be read in both directions – our winners and their work

Post Published October 17, 2020 by Jane Levi

Flash Contest #24: Write a Poem That Can Be Read Up or Down. Our October Flash Contest was based on our weekly creativity prompt #121, another great prompt from Stone Soup intern Anya Geist. It always feels like a little miracle that our writers can craft these pieces of work, and give us two poems in one!

Special

Post Age 11 Published October 16, 2020 by Samantha Lee

Special I looked into my old bin. It was faded sky blue and had my name written in sharpie in the top left corner of the back. L-I-L-Y. My 6-year-old handwriting was big and bold. My bin had handle flaps on either side. Rough mesh and blue like it. They were worn and stretched from the number of times I’ve picked it up.

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