Cathy holmes
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Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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The Questioners. Top Story - September 2022.
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Nobody can hear a scream from the head of a crazy woman either, unfortunately for you. But what if they could hear? Would they listen? Would they heed your warning?
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
Turn the Page
“I wish you would let me come with you,” Todd whispered to Julie as he watched the train approach the station. It would be their first time apart since they met at the start of the fall semester. During the holiday season in December, when they decided to forgo their planned trips home to see their parents and take a romantic vacation together at a skiing lodge, they had no idea she was pregnant. They both understood, though, that this break would have to be different. As much as they wanted to run away together, it was time for Julie to go home and for the truth to come out.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
My Name is Susan. Runner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge.
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." “Any story that begins with that is bound to be the dumbest thing I ever heard,” Marcel huffs, as he springs from his seat near the fire and stomps away toward the cottage.
By Cathy holmes4 years ago in Fiction
All Hail to the Golden God of Summer. Top Story - June 2022.
When we talk about food that’s associated with summer in Canada, there are plenty of delicious options that come to mind. Cool and refreshing fruits and berries are popular choices along with tossed salads, potato salad, coleslaw, pasta salads, veggie trays, and sweet corn. Steak, burgers, chicken, fish, or pretty much anything on the barbeque are also much loved summer staples.
By Cathy holmes4 years ago in Feast
A Letter to You, Dad
Do you remember that old song you used to sing to me, Dad? You know which one I’m talking about. The Good Old Summertime, I believe it was called. I have no idea who sang it and am unfamiliar with most of the words except that one part, that one line that you changed a little, just for me. “You’ll be my tootsie-wootsie in the good old summertime,” you would sing while strumming your guitar as you held me on your lap. That was me. I was your tootsie-wootsie, your term of endearment for your youngest child and only daughter.
By Cathy holmes4 years ago in Men
