Carol Ann Townend
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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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Be Careful What You Buy For Others This Christmas.
I am always grateful for the gift's that I receive at Christmas, no matter how small. I love unwrapping my Christmas gifts as much as you do. Whilst I'm never ungrateful for the things I receive, I do have one problem.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Blush
My Christmas Happiness Is Not The Gifts I Recieve.
Christmas is a mixture of happiness and sadness for me. It is a time when I think dearly about times gone by and those I have lost. This year is no better. I am not just dealing with sadness for those people who should still be with me, I'm sad for those who lost their lives to Covid-19, for those suffering from the virus over Christmas, and for those who have had the virus and now have complications.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Humans
Pigs With Halos: Part 1
CHAPTER ONE Cara Lane lay on her bed. It was 7:30 A.M. and she was supposed to be going to school. Cara hated school with all her heart. She would much rather be going to the beach or hanging out with her friends. Then there was her teacher Miss Butcher who she hated with a vengeance.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Both I and My Husband are Now Writers and Authors
It's An Exciting Time For Both Of Us! I started writing on Vocal a good many years back; then I started writing on Medium too. I started as an unconfident writer, but the more I did it, the more progress I made, and I have carried on writing ever since.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Journal
Thank you Vocal: You're Amazing.
There are some days when I wake up, and like many, I say to myself, "Writing on Vocal is a waste of time." Recently I have been checking my stats more closely, and while some of my stories are slow to get reads and earn from, they are creeping up a bit better.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Journal
Emma: Part Two
I wake up in the morning bleary-eyed and disoriented. I have a hunch that something is not right with Emma. Something is not normal. I had wild nightmares last night. In my nightmare, Emma was being attacked in the park, and she was turned into a Zombie. I have a problem with the nightmare
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Be Proud of Your Writing: Even If It Feels Like Nobody Is Reading.
You sit at your computer desk working on your greatest creation for hours, only to find that it doesn't generate as many views as you wanted it to. However, let us think about this for a minute.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Motivation
Why You Should Live Your Life Like There Is No Tomorrow.
I was talking to a female elderly friend today. She was telling me about memories from her younger years. She used to run, swim, ride a bike, go on adventures, and, play on park furniture with her children. She is now 72 years old, and she has angina, arthritis and walking problems with her legs. The conversation reminded me of something my gran told me when I was a young teenager:
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Longevity
Emma: Part One
It is a dark freezing cold night, darker than normal and colder than usual. I walk down Leigh Street, which is the street that leads to Cooler's Lake. I head there most nights to meet my girlfriend Emma, who always insists we meet there bang on midnight. Tonight there is something strange about my walk. The streets are shrouded in a thick fog, so thick that you can barely see through it, and the night air has a terrible musty smell to it. I wrap my jacket tightly around me, desperately trying to avoid the midnight chill. A wolf howls in the distance, and for a moment I freeze, fearing that I will be chased even though the wolf is nowhere near me. There is not a single person on these streets. It is so quiet that as I pass the graveyard, I can hear the spirits almost calling me; except tonight, the noise seems louder, making it sound real. A bat flys over my head startling me, I simply breathe and carry on with my journey. I see a shadow in the fog, just as I turn into the park that leads to Cooler's Lake. I think maybe it is a person, but the shadow disappears into the Lake before I can identify it. I think that I must be hallucinating because of the cold, so I shrug off and head to the lake.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Why Should We Talk About Sex With Our Partner?
There was a time when talking about sex was just as difficult as having sex for me. I was vulnerable, and I had been raped. Therefore any sex talk or action was percieved as disgusting to me. That was until 1998 when I met someone with who things became serious. I had a lot of issues with sex, it scared me and any discussion of it made me feel bad about myself until I finally found the courage to let go. It was only after learning how to let go that I started seeing sex as normal between two partner's who loved each other, and I eventually learned the importance of discussing sex openly with my partner.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Filthy
