Carol Ann Townend

Joined July 2017

916 stories

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I'm a writer who doesn't believe in sticking with one niche.

My book Please Stay! is out now

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The Reflection
"Who am I?" These are three words that people often ask themselves from time to time, usually when they are wondering where they fit in. However, for me, it was a completely different story.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Psyche
The Ice Lake
I sit quietly by the frozen lake. It is freezing, though I can't feel it as every single physical feeling and all my emotions and thoughts are numb. I see the fallen autumn leaves sitting quietly, embedded in the solid ice of this frozen lake.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
The Sea Dance
The color blue Shimmers like diamonds Dancing in the sea.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
The Color Blue
The color blue Dark or light A symbol of selfless love.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Bluebell
Pretty colors of blue, Playing beautiful melodies, Dancing in the sun.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Looking For Blue
Empty spaces in my mind, A tear on a blue flower, Reminds me of you.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Christmas Tree
Sitting under the Christmas tree, Watching the twinkling lights. My heart sings beautiful melodies, Of times gone by. I feel the warmth of your heart
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Dear Santa
Dear Santa, I know that you love delivering millions of presents to children and adults across the world, and I love you for that, thank you. However, this year, I have many wishes; though I do not wish for Christmas presents. Christmas presents are nice, but my heart is bigger than 'just being nice.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Humans
The Box of Life.
I am alone. I am only 35 but I am alone. I have neighbors who live nearby but I don't talk to them, and I have no family as they are all dead. I visit no one, and I never get visitors. I have always kept myself to myself; dithering away in this old house, busying myself with cooking, cleaning, sewing, and television. I never get bored, and I never get into trouble. Time goes by fast, so I make the most of every single day, and I can't do that if I have visitors, can I?
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
A Mystery Gift From The Heart.
I don't know whether I should put my Christmas tree up tonight. It's Christmas Eve, though I see nothing special in Christmas anymore. I sigh a deep sigh of sadness as I watch the gentle snow falling outside my window, covering the empty branches of trees in a beautiful, white, quilt.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
The Danger Signal
I was standing on my doorstep trying to find my keys in the torrenting rain that had been pouring for at least an hour and a half. I thought that I'd placed them in my pocket, but they weren't there. Out of desperation I kneel on the soaking-wet concrete of my doorstep, and search through my bag, swearing and cursing out of frustration. After ten minutes of searching and getting another drenching, I finally find them.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Gift
I apply the final touch to the small Christmas tree, then switch on the lights. The tree is only small, but as a newly single mother, it is all I can afford. I observe the two small bags of wrapped presents under the tree there aren't many, but I know that Charlotte and Rose will be grateful for them. There are only three presents each in the bags, that is the price families pay nowadays for being on a low income.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction