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Another Story for Mita, a Personal Narrative by Isabella Filart, 10

by Stone Soup Editors

Published June 6, 2023

Home Sick, a poem by Carolina Ulloa-Compton, 12

by Stone Soup Editors

Published March 2, 2023

Out of It, a poem by Madeline Male, 14

by Stone Soup Editors

Published February 23, 2023

Out of school!Out of paper towels --Out of sanitizer . . .Out of masks.Out of sports.Out of work.Out of business.Out of energy.Out of things to do.Out of friends.Out of touch.Out of sorts.Just out of it.

Covid, a poem by Melanie, 9

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 17, 2022

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, ...

Out of the Pandemic, poetry in seasons by Paridhi, 13 | Part VI: Spring 2021

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 15, 2022

Out of the Pandemic, poetry in seasons by Paridhi, 13 | Part V: Winter 2021

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 8, 2022

Out of the Pandemic, poetry in seasons by Paridhi, 13 | Part IV: Autumn 2020

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 2, 2022

Out of the Pandemic, poetry in seasons by Paridhi, 13 | Part III: Summer 2020

by Stone Soup Editors

Published July 26, 2022

Out of the Pandemic, poetry in seasons by Paridhi, 13 | Part II: Spring 2020

by Stone Soup Editors

Published July 11, 2022

Pandemic Echoes

by Sofie Dardzinski

Published July 7, 2022

Another Story for Mita, a Personal Narrative by Isabella Filart, 10

Post Published June 6, 2023 by Stone Soup Editors

The sobbing was faint at first, echoing to me through shut doors. I curiously wandered into my parents’ room in no rush. My mind was still half-asleep, my eyelids drooping, my movements sluggish. At this point, the sun had not even risen. The door creaked open, revealing my parents and brothers anxiously huddled on the bed. Their shoulders shook, and their breathing was unsteady.

Home Sick, a poem by Carolina Ulloa-Compton, 12

Post Published March 2, 2023 by Stone Soup Editors

staying at homeand being alonemy mom says it will endbut my dad says this is not the enddiscussing what will happenof something that we don’t know nobody knows longing for normalcylike a curious mousewondering when it will endwhen even a feather could break meinto microscopic piecesthat no one would noticeI am dead on the inside just a screen to stare atonly memes to giggle atlike the sun...

Out of It, a poem by Madeline Male, 14

Post Published February 23, 2023 by Stone Soup Editors

Covid, a poem by Melanie, 9

Post Published August 17, 2022 by 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.

Out of the Pandemic, poetry in seasons by Paridhi, 13 | Part VI: Spring 2021

Post Published August 15, 2022 by 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.

Out of the Pandemic, poetry in seasons by Paridhi, 13 | Part V: Winter 2021

Post Published August 8, 2022 by Stone Soup Editors

Out of the Pandemic, poetry in seasons by Paridhi, 13 | Part IV: Autumn 2020

Post Published August 2, 2022 by Stone Soup Editors

Out of the Pandemic, poetry in seasons by Paridhi, 13 | Part III: Summer 2020

Post Published July 26, 2022 by Stone Soup Editors

Out of the Pandemic, poetry in seasons by Paridhi, 13 | Part II: Spring 2020

Post Published July 11, 2022 by Stone Soup Editors

Pandemic Echoes

Post Published July 7, 2022 by Sofie Dardzinski

An invisible enemy has changed our lives. Lives lost, all too soon. Soon slinks fear, that we contain in isolation. Isolation bringing bitter loneliness; thoughts echoing. Echoing around the world, clouds of chaos and uncertainty. Uncertainty in each other, infected with suspicion. Suspicion of one another, seems like our jobs. Jobs vanishing, economy at a standstill.

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