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Music to the Ears, a story by Emily Collins, 12

by Stone Soup Editors

Published July 20, 2021

Shadow, a reflection by Mason, 8

by Stone Soup Editors

Published June 24, 2021

A shadow is behind each step I take. When you see your shadow, it means you’re in darkness. When you don’t, it means you’re in light. America before was in darkness. But America is taking...

My Sanctuary, a poem by Otis, 13

by Stone Soup Editors

Published June 23, 2021

On some days, I just like to walk Across the street and into the park Contemplating life. Around me, nature is content. Leaves swirl around my figure The large trees sway as I walk...

Why I Chose to Participate in a COVID Vaccine Trial for Teens

by Stone Soup Editors

Published June 15, 2021

I was scared and confused: school was cancelled because of a virus and it felt like all my hard work was going down the drain. In March 2020, I was in science class at school...

Life Now, digital artwork by Mihika, 12

by Stone Soup Editors

Published June 10, 2021

My Covid Birthday

by Prisha Aswal Age 8

Published June 4, 2021

“Prisha! Pack your bag! We are going to the beach for your birthday!” My mom declares. It was true, my 8th birthday was coming up. I am always super excited for my birthday and wait...

Pandemic Echoes, a poem by Sofie, 10

by Stone Soup Editors

Published May 31, 2021

Masks, a reflection by Gemma, 12

by Stone Soup Editors

Published May 27, 2021

A New World… a poem by Elias, 9

by Stone Soup Editors

Published May 27, 2021

2020 The year started fine then the problems came in a line The masks were slapped on The schools were knocked out The toilet paper went bye The deaths said "hi" It expanded, it grew...

No Peconic in Pandemic

by Stone Soup Editors

Published May 26, 2021

I was sitting on my soft bed, and was finishing up with my online classes. I preferred to work on my bed. It was a lot more comfy than a chair anyway. I was in...

Music to the Ears, a story by Emily Collins, 12

Post Published July 20, 2021 by Stone Soup Editors

Music to the Ears Emily Collins, 12 One year, two months, and eight days. Is that really how long it’s been? Amber wondered, slipping her slender right foot into the early morning grass. Wet with dew and blowing in the wind, the grass felt like the ocean. She glided her left foot into the grass beside her other. One year, two months, and eight days, echoed in her head again.

Shadow, a reflection by Mason, 8

Post Published June 24, 2021 by Stone Soup Editors

A shadow is behind each step I take. When you see your shadow, it means you’re in darkness. When you don’t, it means you’re in light. America before was in darkness. But America is taking steps out of darkness and into light. Right now, America is in pain. Look at before slavery - a man named Marin Luther King Jr. He saw his shadow and took steps higher and higher to peace.

My Sanctuary, a poem by Otis, 13

Post Published June 23, 2021 by Stone Soup Editors

On some days, I just like to walk Across the street and into the park Contemplating life. Around me, nature is content. Leaves swirl around my figure The large trees sway as I walk by The clouds darken, casting a blanket over the treetops My sanctuary.

Why I Chose to Participate in a COVID Vaccine Trial for Teens

Post Published June 15, 2021 by Stone Soup Editors

I was scared and confused: school was cancelled because of a virus and it felt like all my hard work was going down the drain. In March 2020, I was in science class at school working with my small group on a climate change friendly building design for our school’s open house, which was scheduled to take place the following week.

Life Now, digital artwork by Mihika, 12

Post Published June 10, 2021 by Stone Soup Editors

Artist's Note: This digital art is a human-shaped fishbowl. Fishbowls are like a cage because the fish can't go anywhere, but they also protect the fish by keeping them in water. This is like shelter-in-place because we are all separated from each other, but also we are always at home where we can be observed like fish in a fishbowl.

My Covid Birthday

Post Age 8 Published June 4, 2021 by Prisha Aswal

“Prisha! Pack your bag! We are going to the beach for your birthday!” My mom declares. It was true, my 8th birthday was coming up. I am always super excited for my birthday and wait for it all year long. This year, however, I didn't know what to expect. I couldn't meet my friends and celebrate with them due to Covid. So, when I heard we were going to the beach, I was SOOO excited! “Okay!

Pandemic Echoes, a poem by Sofie, 10

Post Published May 31, 2021 by Stone Soup Editors

Pandemic Echoes by Sofie Dardzinski, 10 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.

Masks, a reflection by Gemma, 12

Post Published May 27, 2021 by Stone Soup Editors

I sat in the taxi staring at the screen, as I usually did, watching a scene showing several Chinese people wearing masks. The taxi TV blared, “the Coronavirus rages through China, enhancing the possibility that it will spread to America!” “Dad,” I asked. “What is the Coronavirus?” He turned to me nervously, as if I had asked where babies come from or if Santa Claus was real.

A New World… a poem by Elias, 9

Post Published May 27, 2021 by Stone Soup Editors

2020 The year started fine then the problems came in a line The masks were slapped on The schools were knocked out The toilet paper went bye The deaths said "hi" It expanded, it grew The house became our world Our world had changed It was rearranged My life became small Everything on a call My whole life on a screen Wait there's a vaccine?

No Peconic in Pandemic

Post Published May 26, 2021 by Stone Soup Editors

I was sitting on my soft bed, and was finishing up with my online classes. I preferred to work on my bed. It was a lot more comfy than a chair anyway. I was in 5th grade and I’d be going to middle school in several months. It was a warm late May day and I had just finished my class when my mom opened my creaky door and slowly shuffled into my room. “Idan, are you done with your classes?

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