Stone Soup

Where young artists paint the world with words

The international magazine of stories, poems, and art by young writers and artists. Published continuously since 1973.

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The Pathway

As the rain began the river ran, past the emerald trees, past the rubbery shrub and into the crystal clear creek, as you walk past the river you take a moment to take in the rainforest, you look below yourself and see the rough rocky ground, you look over and spot the muddy moss, the beautiful trees, and the saturated colors all around, when you continue down the rough, beaten path you find a huge old tree, then past you flies a yellow bee, when you finally reach the creek you look into the water and see the perfect reflection of yourself, just everyday you, when you look around it is revealed that you are surrounded by rubbery shrubbery, muddy moss, and tranquil trees, you think you should stay a bit because you haven’t felt this at peace in years, you sit down, breathe, and become lost in your peaceful place.