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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The Green Light Of Control.
I'm sitting at my desk. I have sat here for hours with my pen, paper and laptop in front of me. I am stuck, hopeless and out of ideas. I just sit there, staring at my blank paper, pen in hand wondering what to write. My mind is blank.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery Visitor
Jessica was skating on a pond with her friend Alice. She had been skating for at least two hours. Skating comforted her in the wake of grief and right now it was the only thing keeping her from breaking. Her gran had died only last week, and Jessica's head was scrambled. She was only thirteen and she didn't know what to do without her gran. Gran had been her best friend, and at times her foe. She guided Jessica through bad times both at home and at school, and Jessica couldn't imagine life without her. She did a pirouette on the ice, but she lost he focus and her balance causing her to fall over. She was very lucky that she didn't fall through the ice, because it wasn't very thick. It was a cold and frosty morning, and the pond had frozen over. Jessica was glad, because skating on the pond meant she didn't have to think all the time. If she allowed herself to think, she would be in tears.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Fiction
Healing Mum.
Tonia sat in a chair by her mum's bedside reading her book. She was only thirteen years old, and she had found the last six months since her mum became seriously unwell very difficult. Her mum was sleeping peacefully until she was awoken by a violent cough. Tonia had been instructed to give her mum a medicine prescribed by her doctor every four hours, but this medicine was not working. Her mum coughed violently four times in a row, she turned to Tonia and said to her in a weak voice,
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Pear Tree
Kathleen was running. She ran through the woods, though fields green and past beautiful blue flowing creeks and streams. She was tired and out of breath but she kept going. She didn't know where she was running to, she just wanted to run. Running was her biggest passion. She heard birds singing above her, felt the cool wind running through her hair and smelled the beautiful potent scents of flowers that grew in wild blankets in the fields. She jumped the heavy broken hanging branches that hung low and heavy from worn down trees, over fences and she ran up beautiful green big hills.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Fiction
The Diamond Ring
Janie sat on her bed with her head in her hands. A tear fell from her eyes as she remembered times gone by. She remembered picnics, playing in the park, holidays, shopping, baking, being supported with school work, cuddles and kisses. It had been two weeks since her mum had passed away from cancer. The doctors had done their best to try and save her, but she was just too unwell. She picked up her favourite teddy bear bought by her mum for her tenth birthday and allowed her tears to fall into it. She had her dad who was supporting her, but he was wrapped in his own grief. Her dad used to be a happy man, he used to go out with her, play games with her and watch television with her. Now, he came home from work and he didn't want to do any of those things. He just wanted to sit in a dark room and drink coffee all night, then go to bed.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Fiction
Food Fetishes and Sex
Sex is one of those extremely intimate interactions that human beings have with each other. We experiment with different sex toys, positions and some of us even use food to enhance that wonderful feeling of orgasm and massive turn-ons. For me in particular, there is nothing like melting chocolate over my partners penis or covering female breasts in crushed strawberries and cream. I've even experimented with ice-cream both by letting my partner cover my vagina in it and lick it off, and I've covered my partners penis in it and gone for that good almighty suck. I decided to write an article on food fetishes and sex, and how these enhance sensuality whether heterosexual or LGBTQ.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Filthy
The Magical Teenager
It was a midsummer afternoon, and Jade decided to ride her bike. She put on her headphones, switched on some drop beats and rode of. She rode down country lanes, all around the houses, and down every street she could find. She wasn't the modern every day teen. She preferred big studded boots, shirts with tassels, scuffed jeans and big cowboy hats. She never brushed her hair because she liked it long and rough, and she always wore heavy sunglasses. She was riding for an hour when she decided to have a break. She stopped by the beach and grabbed a deck chair, bought a magazine about drop beats from the shop and sat and read it. She was happy in her style, though she did take her hat off because it was rather hot.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Fiction
Writing for Vocal and Medium
I only wrote on Vocal when I first started writing, however, as much as I love Vocal I am disappointed with a few things. This is not to say I see Vocal as bad, I still like to read and write here whenever I get the chance. However, as a budding writer with a soon-to-be published book, I want my work to be seen and for me that means expanding. When I write my stories, I go a little further with sharing than the usual twitter, Linked in and Facebook. I share through WordPress, Mix, and others and on my published stories page which I run in conjunction with my husband Jonathan Townend who also now writes on here and Medium. Every individual has mixed views on both sites which come from individual experiences, and that includes me.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Journal
The Very First Time
Jasmine stared in the mirror. She knew she was beautiful with ample sized breasts and gorgeous chunky thighs, but she just couldn't be as beautiful as her. Even worse there was no chance of getting that young sexy lady out of her head. They had literally just met damn it! Besides she was into men not women! She had been out clubbing at a down town club called Sauce. She hadn't known it was an LGBTQ club until she had walked in, and she didn't care as long as it had a dancefloor. She was intending to dance alone, until she walked in. Yes she! She with the gorgeous big breasts, she with the beautiful ample stomach, she with the tight, beautiful thighs. Jasmine had no idea why she was thinking about women in sexual terms, she wasn't normally like this. However, she was single and pretty much happy about that, as being single enabled her to play, no strings attached. She didn't want tying down for the rest of her life. That would be simply too boring for her sex life! Jasmine thought for a minute, there was no way she could be into women, she only ever had sex with men. She brushed her long, wavy dark hair, and decided that after a late night, coffee was the only solution to waking her up. She planned to go back to that club tonight and find that gorgeous female who had her all hot and bothered. She needed to understand why she felt this way. Was it infatuation? Sexual? or was she simply just drawn to her? Either way, she needed to know.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Filthy
Why you should let Both Boys and Girls play with Dolls.
I still remember the dolls I had as a child. I had several baby dolls and an older child doll. My older child doll was called Emma, and she represented a child of around 5 to 6 years old. I used to dress them, wash them, have pretend tea parties with them, and boys would also engage in parenting role play with me and my dolls. I remember lining them all up on my bed in my room one by one and pretending that I was the teacher in a school classroom teaching them. I also used to love bathing them and washing their hair.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Families
My Filthy Mind
Before I start, don't dare tell me that you don't have a dirty mind. Yes...I mean you, standing by the fridge and thinking "That cucumber is thicker than my mans dick!" or "My female crushes nipples taste as good as those cherries look." You cant tell me that you people who write the filthiest stories have not been there, because in order to write a filthy story in the first place, one must have a filthy imagination, and please, do excuse me (or not!), but I do have a very filthy mind when it comes to both men and women, and to you embarrassed to read this, I stick my tongue out and say "Nah! nah! nah! I'm too hot to handle for you!"
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Filthy
