Flamethrower Jacob Chan, 11 I was almost 11 in the warm windy fall of the year 2019, when my baseball team, the Bulldogs, were playing in the little league semi-finals. But still, I couldn’t help...
Covid Melanie Delfina, 9 It was hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel, when it felt like the sky was beginning to rumble. The sky faded dark. I saw no hope, ...
Author's Statement I started writing this piece as an optional assignment in my seventh grade English class. It was an end of the year assignment. In this piece, I have tried to describe some vivid...
I was tired of convincing Lisa to smile. Every time we sat down with her, she simply crossed her arms and stared at me through a set of deep, solemn eyes, her mouth refusing to...
Author's Statement I started writing this piece as an optional assignment in my seventh grade English class. It was an end of the year assignment. In this piece, I have tried to describe some vivid...
Unseen, seen, unseen.Blink and it will disappear.In cover it waitsfor no one knows what.Lost in the mid-Pacific,traps protect the jewel,never to be found.Only the past may revealSecrets of the lost.
PostPublished August 19, 2022by Stone Soup Editors
Flamethrower
Jacob Chan, 11
I was almost 11 in the warm windy fall of the year 2019, when my baseball team, the Bulldogs, were playing in the little league semi-finals. But still, I couldn’t help but want to crawl under my bed, where I would be safe. I couldn’t even bear to glance at the opposing pitcher’s deep blue eyes.
PostPublished August 17, 2022by Stone Soup Editors
Covid
Melanie Delfina, 9
It was hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel,
when it felt like the sky was beginning to rumble.
The sky faded dark.
I saw no hope,
for this Covid had just begun.
Places getting closed
students at home
hotel rooms left alone.
Days passed.
Still…
I saw no sign of light.
PostPublished August 15, 2022by Stone Soup Editors
Author's Statement
I started writing this piece as an optional assignment in my seventh grade English class. It was an end of the year assignment. In this piece, I have tried to describe some vivid memories and experiences over the one and a half years during which the COVID-19 virus has put a break on my life. The pandemic has been a turning point in my life.
I was tired of convincing Lisa to smile. Every time we sat down with her, she simply crossed her arms and stared at me through a set of deep, solemn eyes, her mouth refusing to curl into a smile. It was a shame, really. She had a plump figure and a lively blush on her cheeks that suggested she was really someone enjoyable to be with, however, her permanent frown told otherwise.
Author's Statement
I started writing this piece as an optional assignment in my seventh grade English class. It was an end of the year assignment. In this piece, I have tried to describe some vivid memories and experiences over the one and a half years during which the COVID-19 virus has put a break on my life. The pandemic has been a turning point in my life.
Unseen, seen, unseen.Blink and it will disappear.In cover it waitsfor no one knows what.Lost in the mid-Pacific,traps protect the jewel,never to be found.Only the past may revealSecrets of the lost.