Jennifer Bowman Underwood By John McPhee The old timer watches from a shelf in the corner of his office as the technician sets up the latest arrival. “They get smaller every time,” he scoffs. “I wonder how long this one will l... May 14, 2025 Writing Contest
Jennifer Bowman The Parable of the Mowers By Dallas Martin The corner where I abode was a dirty, messy wreck. And there say I, a rusted, dull, old, forgotten mower. And there abode in the same shed as I, a new, shiny, sharp, engine mower. And... May 14, 2025 Writing Contest
Jennifer Bowman Scroll Disciples By Elisa Enns It was early, very early, in the morning in the old schoolhouse’s dark, never-used storage room. Actually, without much experience, you couldn’t tell if the sun was up yet. But the wise ... May 14, 2025 Writing Contest
Jennifer Bowman A Day in My Life “Riinng! Riinng! Riinng!” I yelled in my metallic voice, which, by the way, is my speciality. Seeing that nobody came running, I repeated myself. Honestly, I don’t know what is up with humans. It alwa... May 14, 2025 Writing Contest
Jennifer Bowman The Iron Workhorse By Kelvin Martin “Toot! Toot!” said the steam locomotive at the station platform. There had been many, many a day’s hard thinking and work to create this special day. As the driver sped up the train, ... Apr 30, 2025 Writing Contest
Jennifer Bowman Dear John I always fancied myself a bit of a weaver of words and creative content. But compared to a jolly good friend of mine (and likely a friend to many of you, too, if you happen to live in Mapleton), I am ... Mar 28, 2024 Stories
Jennifer Bowman Stories Behind the Stand The Treasure Hunt It started with 10 dahlias in the empty flowerbeds of her new home. It grew to 50, then 100. Now, four years later, Amanda Cleland has a field of 1,500 dahlias behind her house repre... Sep 13, 2023 Stories