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 two- faced forest

On the long dull pathway, the jubilant forest seemed alit with the sunlight peeking through the leaves of trees. Not mentioning, how lush it was!!! The deep, verdant grass felt softer than any bedsheet. The trees bark seemed to has all universe compassion filled inside. As the sun set the view turned down from paradise to nightmare. Clouds of bats swarmed for food, spiders jumping out from nowhere. The same lushes of grass now gained the fear of worms, the very bark is now cold metal with insects crawling on them. The moon light is completely divergent from sun shine. This was the time when horror things happened from joy to petrifying. The more I walked, the queerer it was!!! Too enchanting to trace. Morning chipping sound of birds turned silent in the deep night. Hooting of owls was piercing in my ears. The cliff in front of the moon had a wolf figure howling for the start of the hunting. Its pack answered back in the same blood curdling howl. The cool breeze was so shift it felt like Ghosts circling me. The trees glowing red eyes passed through me as though its braches could catch me any moment. I ran and ran past morning past night waiting for this long dull pathway to end.