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Today, I want to share another short story I wrote a few months ago. Readers beware, this story has some violent content. This is an adult story meant for an adult audience. Please proceed with the appropriate caution. Click. I felt the metal move against my temple before I heard the click of the… Continue reading “Survivor” – A Short Story
Over the last few years, I have had a handful of publications. I thought now would be a good time to do a publication round-up and gather all of the links into one post for readers to dive into. “Down the Country Road” Short Story- https://penmenreview.com/down-the-country-road/ This is my first published piece. Here we have… Continue reading Publication Round-Up
Good morning! Today I'm going to share another microburst short story that I wrote recently. I am contemplating expanding this short story into a novel-length story. If you think I should, let me know when you're done reading it! “Now Lanie,” my grandma said, “I need you to remember that magic isn’t real. Promise me… Continue reading “Magic Isn’t Real” – A Short Story
Today, I want to post a short story I recently wrote featuring two characters from my upcoming novel, tentatively titled Second Chances. The novel will be a contemporary romance. I hope you all enjoy this sneak peek into my creative brain. Please let me know what you think! The dark green fir tree stood more… Continue reading “First Christmas” – A Short Story
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 struggles… Continue 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 to… Continue 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.
Cathy Marie Bown 