The Last Tea Party By Cathy Marie Bown She walks into the playroom, with its pastel pink walls and lavender carpet, toys lining all of the walls in haphazard arrays. In the center of the room, the woman sets up ivory ceramic teacups, saucers, silverware, a sugar bowl, and a creamer pitcher. She strugglesContinue reading “The Last Tea Party – A Short Story”
While on a break between undergraduate and graduate school, I’ve been doing quite a bit of writing. I’ve been exploring new platforms, new styles, and refining my normal writing methods. I’ve recently discovered a website called reedsyprompts. I’ve become a bit obsessed with the challenge of reading a prompt and writing a short story toContinue reading “Check out my short stories!”
Watching the stars fly by through the glass bubble of a window, I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic for what I was leaving behind. Never again would I soar over the azure blue craters near my home while chasing my friends. I would never swim in the caves of Neptune, safely nestled a hundred miles below the surface of our beautiful hostile planet.
There in the passenger seat of my uncle’s old red Ford pickup was where the truth finally hit me. As I gazed out the dirty window at the golden country around me, I could see tall oak trees bursting with autumn foliage just waiting to return to the earth.