A New Home
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by Mark Chen, Art by Anushka Trivedi
2w ago
Mark says goodbye to his familiar old apartment and neighborhood I woke with a start to the sight of empty, cavernous blue walls that had just yesterday held my bookshelves, now barren. Pale dawn light seeped in through the curtainless windows. The rhythmic scraping of furniture across worn chestnut floors made me flinch. Downstairs, the symphony of packing tape screeching and boxes being sealed had already begun. I slowly rose from the creaky twin bed that had seen me through countless sleepless nights and milestones, a faithful companion for the past ten years of my life. Soon it would be de ..read more
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Rats!
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by Siddharth Mukherjee, Art by Leticia Cheng
2w ago
Siddharth discovers a surprising solution to his family’s rat problem The damp, musty smell filled my nostrils as I carefully switched on the light. Armed with a wooden bat, I warily surveyed the inside of the garage. Cardboard boxes lay scattered everywhere, filled to the brim with a various assortment of items. I put a shaking foot forward, steadying it on the cold, uneven ground. The light flickered, and I swung the batto my right. A loud thud echoed through the spooky garage, and I looked at what my bat had hit. It was a cardboard box from Home Depot, with a large tangle of lights and deco ..read more
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Drowning in a Memory
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by Micki Mermelstein, Art by Ishika Chakrobartty
2w ago
Micki faces her fears by jumping off a cliff I had always had a fear of heights. However, it was pretty inconsequential and did not play a significant role in my life. I was forced to overcome it if I wanted to tag along with my older cousins and keep up with the next activity or adventure they were planning. This time, it was to off to Blueberry Island. The island was an uninhabited rocky outcropping near my grandparents’ lake house in Montreal, Canada, accessed by kayak or motorboat. It was known for its abundant growth of wild blueberries every summer, hence its nickname. Jumping off a clif ..read more
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A Hidden World
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by Clementine Lewis, Art by Chrysanthi Constantinou
2M ago
The narrator discovers the underwater wonders of a coral reef in Bermuda Shhhhh . . . Water slaps the shore and whispers back. I snap on my snorkel and clumsily splash into the sun-spangled shallows. “Come on!” Dad gently calls to me. “Okay, hang on!” I laugh, pulling on my flippers. As I bend over, I feel the hot sun on my back. As I look down, the aquamarine water catches my eye. I spot the rowdy tendrils of sand, the color of boiled shrimp, weaving in between my feet and then being sucked out by the power of the ocean. A tiny wave crashing around my feet catches my attention, and I trace it ..read more
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Elena’s Scarf
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by Siyona Agarwal, Art by Claire Cui
5M ago
https://stonesoup.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/12/SiyonaAgarwal_Elenas_Scarf-1.mp4 Siyona’s family ends a memorable trip to San Sebastian with a delicious Basque meal. I waved my hands back and forth, waiting for my ruby red nail polish to dry. My mom hurried around the house looking for a hairbrush. “I’ll wait outside,’’ my dad yelled, grabbing the apartment keys. I ran into the bathroom and frantically brushed my hair and sprayed detangler. I climbed down two steps at a time and burst outside into the San Sebastian daylight. We waited for our wonderful hosts, Inaki and his family, who were na ..read more
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I Don’t Want to Run
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by Dante Chowla-Song, Art by Victoria Gong
5M ago
Bird-watching helps Dante find peace after the death of his grandfather The freezing wind howled past me like a ferocious wolf, biting at my toes and fingers. A foul smell arose from the deep black garbage bags, stockpiled messily on the sidewalk. The buildings looked like metal bars, imprisoning me inside my own mind. This was New York City, not a good place to grieve or endure loneliness. The past few weeks had been weeks of sorrow for my family. My grandfather had just died and it hit all of us hard. My grandfather had died after stumbling on a treadmill. He had already been struggling with ..read more
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One Person Short of a Family
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by Aisana Zhumabayeva, Art by Lillian Beahan
7M ago
Siblings receive devastating news after their father misses afterschool pickup The cafeteria was empty and silent. Only two people were there, shivering, naive, and alone. My brother and I. My brother, Alikhan, was determinedly drawing a design for a school beanie that was going to be used as a graduation present for the fifth-graders of PS11. I muttered to myself quietly, restlessly shifting from foot to foot. However, I had good reason to. About an hour and a half earlier, all after-schools were finished, and I watched with a mixture of longing and worry as we saw friends, classmates, and pe ..read more
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When I Accidentally Drew an Arc around My Butterfly
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by Norah Lu, Art by Arwen Gamez
7M ago
The narrator turns a mistake into something beautiful I had just finished sketching a butterfly at my school desk. I grinned and raised my arms over my head, stretching with joy as I looked down at my picture. I had spent fifteen minutes sketching it. I picked up a yellow crayon and started coloring the right wing. Suddenly, Maxine, my friend next to me, bumped me on the elbow. That made an arc around my yellow butterfly picture. Oh, all that work for nothing! But I can’t just start all over again! You have to think of an idea, Norah. I lifted my head and studied my drawing carefully. I though ..read more
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One Winter Day
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by Evan Seungho Jee, Art by Madeline Male
7M ago
A student takes a break from a long, cold day with a hot cup of noodles. “Get ready to leave!” the teacher announces from the front of the bus. Most students pack their bags, put their electronics down, and untie their seatbelts. The station is only 500 yards away. We can hear the wheels slowing down, like a steam of gas escaping through an inch-wide hole. Kids start to push each other to try to get off the bus first. After a long day at school amid winter, every student yearns to go home to a hearty meal, but in Korea, the day is not over yet. I stay seated and think about the rest of my day ..read more
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An Unusual Haircut
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by Carys Kim, Art by Arwen Gamez
9M ago
Carys and her family shave their heads in support of her grandmother, who has cancer. Bzzzzzzzzzzz. The clipper buzzed through my brother Noah’s hair. It was a blazing hot summer day, and I was at my grandma’s house. We were outside on the patio. I shook my legs and tapped my toes nervously on the creaky wooden floor. My grandma had lung cancer, and her hair was falling out. She had been sick for a long time, but recently, we had all decided that our whole family would shave our heads. It was a rare thing for girls to do, so it was a hard decision for my mom and me. Just a few days ago, my mom ..read more
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