Did you know math can be art? I have been doing virtual school since March and I came across in one of my assignments a way of drawing a times table. First, you need to...
An update from our thirty-second Writing Workshop! A summary of the workshop held on Saturday February 6, plus some of the output published below This week we talked about language: non-English language. Participants shared the...
1993, Washington DC— a new voice was being added to the Supreme Court. It was the voice of Ruth Bader Ginsburg. It was a young voice, but it was strong. And though she was young,...
The cassie implewart crawled out of her nest. Her long bubber colored fur fell into her eyes as she leapt from tree to tree in a snookaloo manner. Finally, she came upon a small grove...
An update from our twenty-third Book Club meeting! At our first Book Club meeting of 2021, on January 30, the Stone Soup Book Club discussed The Night Diary, by Veera Hiranandani. The Night Diary...
Wrika intelelo Boombalis rikathes talesthe Inglais Transthon The People of Bumblelore Written in Bumblish with the English Translation Boombalis (Bumblish) Tiffy Lano sayte, “Iyekos seyelo! Nafe mapo talaling serali! Belalee saro! Ou liselo arely oneto...
[Unsupported file format: tif] Dirt, endless dirt. Pile after pile of blocky granules stretched on for miles beyond Talterra’s vision. The An’gora gave her little reprieve from her daunting task of shoveling soil. They...
When the Garden Speaks I walked into the silent garden. It felt peaceful and quiet yet something about it seemed to be…Alive. Perhaps it was the butterflies daintily flitting about or the rustle of the...
Did you know math can be art? I have been doing virtual school since March and I came across in one of my assignments a way of drawing a times table. First, you need to draw a circle like a clock. Make 0 be the 12 on the clock and make 5 be across from 0. It should look like this:
Let’s assume you want to draw the 2 times tables.
An update from our thirty-second Writing Workshop!
A summary of the workshop held on Saturday February 6, plus some of the output published below
This week we talked about language: non-English language. Participants shared the various languages they know, and we went on to explore some invented languages used in fiction, such as J.R.R Tolkein's Elfin and Klingon, used in Star Trek.
1993, Washington DC—
a new voice was being added to the Supreme Court.
It was the voice of Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
It was a young voice, but it was strong.
And though she was young, she sang as loud as she could in the choir of the Supreme Court.
She was different from anyone there, but she still sang loud and bright and beautifully in the court.
PostAge 9Published February 9, 2021by Lindsay Gale
The cassie implewart crawled out of her nest. Her long bubber colored fur fell into her eyes as she leapt from tree to tree in a snookaloo manner. Finally, she came upon a small grove where three nymphs already stood, nibbling on bloated mushrooms. She growled at them, and they disappeared into the forest of maples and oaks.
An update from our twenty-third Book Club meeting!
At our first Book Club meeting of 2021, on January 30, the Stone Soup Book Club discussed The Night Diary, by Veera Hiranandani. The Night Diary tells the story of a half-Hindu, half-Muslim girl named Nisha during the separation of India and Pakistan, and is written through letters from Nisha to her mother, who died when Nisha was born.
PostAge 12Published February 7, 2021by Ismini Vasiloglou
Dirt, endless dirt. Pile after pile of blocky granules stretched on for miles beyond Talterra’s vision. The An’gora gave her little reprieve from her daunting task of shoveling soil. They were the cruel, ruthless creatures that they seemed to be, with their ashen-mavelic xortas jutting out from their crawkry necks and their devious, cunning witts encased within their malevolent, d...
PostAge 11Published February 7, 2021by Pranjoli Sadhukha
When the Garden Speaks
I walked into the silent garden. It felt peaceful and quiet yet something about it seemed to be…Alive. Perhaps it was the butterflies daintily flitting about or the rustle of the trees above that seemed to be talking through their silence. “Whoosh wilsh shoom” the playful breeze whispered in my thirsty ear.
PostAge 11Published February 7, 2021by Leo Michelman
Darkness arrives, Light slowly leaves, As the end approaches us all. The day has come Our time has come The entire world will soon fall. Ar galspi yo ra’ah, (ahr GAH-lspee yoh RAH-ah) Pokal noq hkla . (poh-KAHL nahk hih-KLAH) Malsu ry mek khiyo. (mahl-SOO ree mehk KAI-yoh) Or paldo reharc.