Carol Ann Townend

Joined July 2017

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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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Stuck In My Brain
I'm stuck in my brain, My mood has gone crazy, I'm going insane! I walked into a wall, I didn't see it at all; My eyes danced on a roll,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Kids
They might be good, They might be bad, They will have moods, That drives you mad. They might be sad, They might be glad,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
I Won't Hide In The Depths Of Your Dark Mind
I won't hide in the dark depths of your dark mind; Call me crazy, Call me insane, Call me what you like. I raise my head proud above your lies,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
In A Minute We Were Dead
My boyfriend Jack and I decided we would sleep outside tonight. The sky was beautiful. We laughed as we lay our air bed on the ground. We were counting stars, and I kept miscounting them.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Fiction
Bramble Slaying.
The weather in the U.K. is very wet at the moment. I was told not to cut my overgrown bramble bush in damp weather, but if I don't, they grow back fast. The root balls of the bramble are more challenging to get out in dry weather because my soil compacts and becomes so dry that you can't cut through it with a spade.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Earth
The Attack Of The Bramble Ball.
I had no idea what the word wild meant until I attacked the Bramble bush in my garden with every bit of strength I had in me!
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Earth
One Minute To Leave. Content Warning.
"Just one minute, and I'll be fine," Sarah told her crying baby who was crying to be fed. She glanced in the mirror and sobbed silently. She didn't want to cry loudly because she knew she would upset her baby.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Fiction
The Bramble Bush Fight
I have lots of Bramble in my garden. I have so much, you could call it a forest. I live in a rural area that would have been part of the New Forest many decades ago. Bramble is a natural part of my environment.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Earth
Why Does It Always Rain
Why Does it always rain, When I decide to do the gardening? I didn't ask for a shower!
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Mr. Sunshine. Why Do You Laugh At Me So?
Mr. Sunshine; Why do you laugh at me so? Can't you see I'm not having fun, Digging up prickly, thorny things In this sun?
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Makeup and Bus Stops: A Microfiction.
The bus was due at 9:30 in the morning, and I had ten minutes before I had to leave. I used those ten minutes to perfect my dress and makeup before heading out the door to meet my hot date.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Fiction
Learning to Haiku
Will I ever stop writing? My mind is full of many words; I won't ever stop Haikuing! Don't know if I slept, With all these thoughts in my head,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets