Cucumbers
Do you like cucumbers? Whenever I am at the wet market, I am always on the lookout for cucumbers; there are lots of varieties, and they sometimes even differ in taste from one another. I...
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Do you like cucumbers? Whenever I am at the wet market, I am always on the lookout for cucumbers; there are lots of varieties, and they sometimes even differ in taste from one another. I like cucumbers, and I am also like a cucumber. If I represented myself using a fruit or vegetable, I would choose the cucumber because it can describe who I am with its distinct layers.
Fighter
Olivia Wang, 10
The bright sun rays fade,
The monster comes to infect.
Like the air before a storm,
Turbulent in its silence.
The darkness comes to raid,
The healthcare fighters come to protect.
No sound comes alive,
Nor looks or their shadows.
No hints, or clues,
That something would happen tonight.
The evil shadow counts:
Three, two, one, ready or not, here I come!
Write about your future. What will a typical day be like for your adult self? Will you still live near where you live now? Will you have the same friends? What will your family be like? What will you be doing?
What do you think are the worst poems ever written? They could be by other poets, adults or children, or your own. Study them, then write a bad poem.
An update from our seventeenth Weekly Writing Workshop!
A summary of the workshop, plus some of the output published below
The Stone Soup Weekly Writing Workshop is open to all Stone Soup contributors and subscribers. Every Friday, we meet for an hour-and-a-half via Zoom to respond to a new writing challenge, write together in our virtual room, and then share what we have written with one anot...
Anxiety
Eleanor Levy, 8
Unleashing anxiety
Nervous feelings consume me
Shivering feelings through my body
Extra worried now
Tremendous fear
Traumatizing state of being
Lurking pain
In shock about what’s happening
Nice feelings shattered away
Getting back up to try again
One morning, you wake up, and the only thing in the world that is the same is you. What has changed, and how? Write a one-page story about happens that day.
Choose one of these opening lines from classic novels, and use it as the starting point for your own short story.
“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.” Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (1847)
"Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again." Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier (1938)
“I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.” I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith (1949)
The Storm By Aditi Dinesh, 11 years
Lynn took a deep breath. She sat up straight and started to play. Her fingers flowed over the keys like a stream on a bed of rocks. Her foot pressed down on the pedal. The sharp notes dulled like they had been covered in cream. The richness was broken by the thunder. Dull at first then moving closer from the left. An incoming storm.
“I want to listen to the man tonight,” I said nonchalantly, leaning back in my rocking chair. I glanced over to Mama, who seemed a world away. With needles, and thread, and table cloths strewn about tables. She sighed, her fingers artfully dancing around one another in a timeless ballet. Needle, thread, tablecloth. Tablecloth, needle, thread.