How do people predict the weather?
It all started on a chilly Wednesday night when my mom and I were looking at the weather app because we wanted to check if it would rain the next day. My mom and I...
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It all started on a chilly Wednesday night when my mom and I were looking at the weather app because we wanted to check if it would rain the next day. My mom and I noticed that there was a warning saying it might snow the next day. I was uninterested but had some hope. On Thursday, it snowed! I then felt an urge of curiosity. How do meteorologists predict the weather? I thought.
Sinking… She felt her body plunge into the freezing water andhear muffled voices screaming above her. Although Lucy was sinking deeper and deeper, she feltat peace, and it didn’t hurt. In fact, she felt light, as though she could soar off into thesky any minute now. In a split-second her thoughts recollected as sherealized her situation.
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.
Artist description of the piece (translated from Arabic): The colors are nice. Behind the picture, there is a ghost. It is the ghost of a killer.
This artwork was published in the June 2021 issue of Stone Soup Magazine
~Sylvia
If the sky is blue, then fly with me!
If the sun is bright, then fly with me!
If the sea is rough, then fly with!
If you have wings, then fly with me!
If the wind blows through your wings, then fly with me!
Come here and fly with me!
~Parwana
The sky is dark, please help me!
The sun is sad, please help me!
The sea is stormy, please help me!
All names in this story have been changed for privacy.
A few years ago my mom and dad, my two older brothers, and I moved from a refugee camp in Tanzania to Chicago. Now I’m eleven years old. My name is Happiness.
One Sunday night I sat down on my usual pillow on the couch between Mama’s legs so she could fix my hair.
It needs courage to build a school!
It needs courage to touch children’s hearts!
It needs courage to welcome homelessness!
It needs courage to stand with us in one line!
It needs courage to open an educational house!
It needs courage to give hope for hopelessness!
It needs courage to give pens to those that have never touched a pen before!
Pandemic Echoes
by Sofie Dardzinski, 10
An invisible enemy has changed our lives. Lives
lost, all too soon. Soon
slinks fear, that we contain in isolation. Isolation
bringing bitter loneliness; thoughts echoing. Echoing
around the world, clouds of chaos and uncertainty. Uncertainty
in each other, infected with suspicion. Suspicion
of one another, seems like our jobs.
Boom! Crash! Bam! It quickly struck the air, disturbingthe flying birds, the peaceful clouds, and the still atmosphere– crashing and ripping throughthe surface of what was once a blue planet, a place where people lived in harmony. Plumes of deadblack smoke circled the atmosphere, flowing into the lungs of millions of people, leavingthem congested and stuck.
CRACKED The ceiling hates me because it is cracked and imperfectand unloved and unfixed and nobody pays attention to it anyways, because they don’t care,well, I care, but that doesn’t really matter because it hates me the most because I am loved andmy life is good and I am not cracked or broken or crumbling and as far as I know I will notfall and squash somebody and I can move around and I pla...