Cathy holmes

Joined August 2021

435 stories

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Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.

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Coming Home
I saw your kids today. You’d be amazed at how much they have grown. Max is nearly six feet tall already. Fourteen years old, and six feet tall. He’s a great basketball player too, the best in his school. He looks just like you, you know. Same smile, same eyes. He’s even got that same dimple on his chin.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction
Xs, Os and Ws
All the steps I’ve taken between there and here can be seen in the where, detailed in the when and, etched in the memory of the who.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Freedom
They said I was born to fly But It might break me I may fall I am afraid Stop! I can’t
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
S.A.D.. Top Story - January 2024.
that it will bloom again in spring if my soul sheds its smile cannot distract me from feeling, as the trees shed their leaves,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
mispLACEd. Content Warning.
How could you forget me, Janice? Of all things to leave behind, you forget me. Not your keys. Not your coat. Not even your phone, but me. How do you not even notice that I’m missing? Can’t you feel my absence?
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction
1973
Below is my entry for RP's "Year 2033" Challenge. Here is her link. Come join in. ------------- The year is 2033 The blazing sun shines high above me
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day. Content Warning.
For twelve straight nights I have relived that magic moment in my dreams. The moment when Joe, on bended knee, presented me with a ring, and asked me to be his bride. For twelve straight mornings I have awoken to the sight of the beautiful rock on my finger, a new one each time.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction
Insomnia
As I lay me down to rest, Bundled in cotton sheets, I nest. Craving for a sweet reprieve, Demons rise, and my dreams they thieve.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
3085 KM
Atlantic waves beckon me. Calling out from the battered seashore. Directing their dirge through shattered stones and glacial winds.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Reflections on Inspirations and Aspirations. Top Story - January 2024.
I was planning to title this piece “My Aspiration for 2024 Is to Bug the Living Daylights Outta Vocal Until They Kick Me Off the Platform.”
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Motivation
Running Through a Hurricane
Somedays I want to run headlong into a hurricane, despite the driving rain and gale force winds I’ll face along the way.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Put Down the Phone and Feed Me
Woe is me. In despair I come to you, a poor neglected feline princess tortured into starvation by the horrible, careless human who claims to love me.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction