Heyo Guys!

So I started writing the Prologue for Lost! I'm thrilled with this one for sure! I'll be posting a sneak peek soon! Just wanted to give you guys an update on what's been happening with me since my last post!

I have started counseling to help with my mental illnesses. I made 2 new friends. I went on a date with my fiance yesterday (That was amazing) and I finally have my mailbox up and ready!

So the reason the mailbox is exciting is that that means I can sign your books! So here's the protocol. If you want a signed copy of A Collection of Short Stories, you'll have to send it through UPS. If you live outside of America I'm unsure of how to ship it to me (sorry). More info will soon be on my blog so definitely keep an eye out for that.

I am considering starting a Youtube channel or multiple. One for my resin pouring and another for my author stuff. The resin pouring would be for people to watch my projects, gets tips and tricks I've picked up, and more. The author one would be to post announcements, read excerpts, provide any advice I have when someone asks a question, and giveaways.

My 3 people waiting for their signed copies, I ordered them, I'm waiting for them to ship (I ordered them like 4 weeks ago so I'm not sure if the delay is due to Hurricane Ida or what) but I will get them to you ASAP. I'm going back to my old house where they were shipped this weekend so hopefully they are there and I can pick them up, I will be reaching out to all 3 of you soon though to verify your addresses in order to send those out. Keep an eye out for those. I am so sorry.

As of right now, my artists cannot draw anyone. I'm about to try to commission another artist, first I'm going to look at their style though. I hope I can get her to do it however, first I have to get the money to hire her and I am broke.

Sneak peeks to come soon! Stay healthy and safe my friends!

Hey guys! So, I don't think anyone noticed I was gone from late April to like now, but I was. I think I occasionally popped in like 3 times but briefly. But I am back (for now).

So I just started my 1st year of college. This first week has been rough... I got rained on FOUR times in a row!

Now, some of you are wondering "what's up with the books?" Well, my Word subscription met it's death and so I couldn't use Word. I had no internet access for the most part, so I couldn't download a new program or use Google Docs. So I didn't get to do much writing except some brief writing on paper.

That being said, I can now start writing. Keep an eye out on my sm and here, as I'll begin posting pictures, playlists, quotes, and updates.

If you are waiting for a signed copy of A Collection of Short Stories, I am going to get it to you guys ASAP. I am making it my next major priority, however, I is broke af right now.

How has everyone else been though? I've missed you guys! Let me know if you want me to do new character Q&A's too.

please

hold on,

i whisper to myself.

see all of these

beads?

one hundred

and twenty-five.

you made it through

one hundred and

twenty-five days before

and you were alive and

even if it hurt, you were here.

all i'm asking for is just

one

more

day.

one more day, okay?

take it slow--breathe.

in, and out. breathe a little deeper.

focus, now. you can

make it, just one more day,

alright?

one more day--

it's all i'm

asking for.

When the light starts to fade

and it goes pitch dark.

You’re filled with hate

and you have no way out.

Alone, in this universe

where no one cares

about your existence

and you feel scared.

But don’t forget,

there’s always someone

who will give you light

and lift you from your sorrows.

You don’t have to hide your feelings anymore...

You are a strong person

to have held all the pain,

doing your best to

brighten up someone’s day.

You have put others’ needs

before you,

forgetting that

you deserve love too.

Now it is time

to return the deed

I’ll be your listening ear

when you’re in need.

If you feel insecure,

this will be the last.

No need to back out anymore,

you don’t have to be an eccedentesiast.

Don’t be afraid,

there’s nothing to hide

No one will judge you

you are just fine.

You don’t have to

pretend anymore.

Take down those walls,

and connect with the people

who deeply love you.

To whoever’s reading this,

Go on now, and treat yourself

to a cup of hot cocoa,

and a good book

because you deserve it.

A virtual hug from me to you

Love yourself, because I do too :)

Me? eh- well I stayed in bed, I guess. I did plan my life but I just didn’t have enough courage to throw my sheets away, make a cup of coffee and do a damn thing. Or maybe I was just too afarid to try because according to my stupid brain, watching trashy television was more important than doing anything to put a valid job under my bio, intead of ‘former child’ or it might have been the heavenly pleasure of nothingness.

Anyways....I could have been a human, if I chose to but being a slouch is much more relaxing, must say.

I am working full time rn and I hate it. I don't have time to write anymore right now and I wanna work on my bookssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!! So I will try to write the Prologue to Enchantress this weekend or one of my days off. Same for Lost. If you wanna edit, comment below or message me!

Let me know if you want me to post a sneak peek of either too.

The village of Pogorevolo was never one to boast about its pride and cultural heritage. Located 340 miles away from the capital city of Moscow, the neglected land in the middle of nowhere had a single piece of infrastructure left untouched- A country home, built sometime near the beginning of the twentieth century. It was a house abandoned by the family after their husband’s demise- the place never accommodated another sign of human life. Later, in the 1970s, an artist bought the house purely out of love for art, or so everyone thought. Nobody ever knew his name; Nobody ever knew how he looked; Nobody even knew if it was him or her; people just assumed. And in a rugged, neglected, little village down in the middle of nowhere, it never mattered.

The young guard, well-built and in his twenties, paced across the grim hallway of the godforsaken building. He had urgent news to pass- one that no one craved to hear. After all, no one ever yearns to uncover the five orange pips in their letterbox. They would rather be pleased to hear from an old friend or a family member, who they never knew existed. But today was not one among those days where a certain someone could sip their hot coffee, watching the rain pattering against the windows so strong as if the droplets desired to come indoors. Neither were the past few weeks.

The young man, after a momentary pause for reflection, shouldered open the wooden doors. The fire blazed steadily in the hearth, its eventual crackling giving away its existence. The man, who they were all sworn to protect, remained motionless, staring away into the distant grey woods. General Samuel Stern was one of the most high-ranking officials in the Scotland Army. His excellent records and ground-breaking achievements often bestowed him as the definition of a perfect soldier- one willing to lay down his life for the country. But little did anyone know that General Stern also commanded the Brotherhood of Tradesmen, the looming threat that the government could never cleanse out of their radars. All until the end of October.

Secret societies and fraternities that prevailed throughout history did so because of their one, most powerful equipment in their inventory- their secrecy. The principle was so simple- As long as no one ever knew of their existence, they could never be shoved away into extinction. And the Brotherhood of Tradesmen survived, over the many decades that transformed the world in ways no one ever imagined, due to the very reason. They were invisible, and yet, they were everywhere. They were Gods. So when a gentleman labelled Edward McKenzie began unearthing their wrongdoings, one by one, slowly threatening to bring them to light, they had no other choice but to pluck him away from the game of life. Survival at all costs. But this minor death lost them a bit too much than they expected.

Even before the young man could address the reason behind him gasping for air, General Stern offered him a question, eliminating the need for a mundane introduction, “Is it David?” The guard, though initially surprised, gradually realised that it was not that difficult a riddle to be solved. And a simple nod was enough for the high-ranked, stained officer to confirm his obvious suspicion. He rose from the antique chair, ready to face the young man, who was trying to procure the rest of the speech that he had to convey, “Sir, we need to transfer you to someplace safe.”

The General smirked at the comment, “Safe? And where must be that,” He reached for the ID of the young guard, squinting his eyes to conceal his definite requirement of glasses, “Jeffrey?” But before the guard could explain their elaborate plan of escape, Stern had proceeded to the other end of the room, uninterested. He faced the bookshelves accommodating the numerous titles, ones he was familiar with in his past. Though Jeffrey’s words echoed within the aesthetic chamber, none of them succeeded to disrupt Stern in the least.

“Have you met him? David.” General Stern interrupted Jeffrey from further elaborating his excellent escaping endeavour. Already discouraged, the young man felt even more inferior to realise that Stern had no reluctance to let him realise that his words were worthless. “Yes, sir. Once.” His reply was quick and sharp- the precise mode of communication between a senior official and an inexperienced soldier. Stern discerned the uneasiness he had given the young man by not listening to a single syllable that he spoke- words not being valued or heard. It is always hurtful, whether it be an unstable relationship or an immature teenager, not that he cared about it.

“And you still believe that you can prevent him? Apprehend him?” The General’s words laced with scorn and a concealed sadness over an eventual fate were beyond anything that the young man could find a response. Jeffrey lowered his head in silence- he could pitch an entire spreadsheet of reasons and possibilities, but he knew, inside his heart, that no words or speeches could bring this man down from his enormous egocentric mind.

“David.” Stern sneered, “He is like the wind, a gush of air. You can feel him coming, but once you reach out your hands and hold him,” The General demonstrated the same as vigorous as he could, with a closed fist above the young guard’s shoulder, “He will be gone.” Stern freed his clenched fist in front of the young man, blowing off the little air that he captured in his attack. “Disappearing into thin air. Now, if you want,” Stern sought his faint memories for the name he just learned, “Jeffrey. Don’t wait till the eleventh hour. Get out of here as soon,” His words came to a sudden halt with a tiny object clattering on the floor amidst the two.

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This was supposed to be one big story. But um, I was trying something new, you know- including more descriptions, more imagery, a slower pace and some other little things ^-^ And it turned out too big. To be honest, I still haven’t finished it. So, I thought that it might be a better idea to divide the piece in two. Hopefully, it ends in two (: And um, the next part will be a bit darker than all of my posts. I hope it turns out okay... So, I hope you guys like this one ^-^ His stories are coming to an end soon. So... I shouldn’t have said that XD Anyway, as always, thanks a lot for the support, guys. I would never have done any of this if it wasn’t for you all. Lots of love, CS. <3

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Heyo! So I have a NEW Survery! YAY! I would love if you guys took it to help me choose!

So I want your opinion on whether I should make Enchantress or Lost my next project because I have BIGGER plans for both. If I do Enchantress, I will most likely not post teasers until I find an agent because, I am going to try to get Enchantress published by a bigger publisher such as Harper Collins or something. Which I am opened to ideas on companies and advice.

Also! My book is doing pretty darn good! I've sold like 15 copies so!

So the survey is on my blog, I will be posting the link on Facebook and such tomorrow though. The link to the blog post is: https://victoriabowman.weebly.com/home/next-project

Have a nice week!!!

Hey guys! So I ran across a scam last night. @PolarBear228 (my personal tech support bc I gever know what tf I’m doing lol) was able to help me identify this scam. I wanted to warn y’all. It you google “A Collection of Short Stories by Victoria Bowman” you’ll get results for my book. However, if you scroll down, you’ll find a twitter post. When clicking on the link they provided, it brings you to a chat forum.

In the forum, someone asks about my book, and someone else supposedly comments a link to a free pdf/epub of my book. This was 2 days before my book even released though. When following the link, it brings you to a new site. But you can’t even get a preview of the website because you need an account. In order to have an account, you have to put a credit card number in. The thing is, this site is supposed to be free.

This is not safe. If a site like that one says it is free but requires a credit card number to register it is not safe. Above that, I was looking at part of the post and this is the exact caption:

Download Ebook

Also, the website for the forum does not exist at all whether you type in DWe forums or netroneesevarbes. Neither show up. There will be links and such when you type in DWe forums but it's not the same site. Again, this is a major red flag. Please avoid this site, I don't want anyone falling victim to a scam like this.

Do you guys know what tomorrow is?

Tomorrow is April 9th!!!

So what's special about April 9th? MY BOOK COMES OUT!!!!!!

There will be a paperback and it SHOULD be out tomorrow too, but I'm not 100% sure bc Amazon has to review it.

But the ebook will be out! It'll be 3 dollars until April 16th.

It's not too late to pre-order: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08FPFPCGR