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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"Mummy, Can I Play Out Please?". Content Warning.
I never go back to my childhood home, because the street fills my head with tormenting memories from my past. However, not everything was negative about my childhood. There are also happy memories mixed in with sadness.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Psyche
The Little Girl Who Sat In The Shadows.. Content Warning.
You'd think I'd forget, but my mind still remembers. I remember that little girl who liked dancing, singing, and playing with dolls, makeup, jewelry, and clothes. She loved brushing her hair and spraying perfume everywhere.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Chapters
Funny Things I Said To My Laptop Today.
Laptops are convenient, useful, and annoying at the same time. They try to restart when you don't want them to, even when you ask them not to, they freeze randomly on you, and sometimes they only start up when they feel like it.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Humor
No Answers To The Past
My grandma passed away six years ago. I never got the chance to get to know her, but my mum told me a few stories about her, such as how grandma kept a diary about day-to-day things, how she loved sewing, and how she was the heart of the community.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Fiction
And Of All The Things I Was Looking For.
I was standing in the middle of the room with my heart in my hand. I gently caressed all my wounds of a time past when I never knew what love was. I felt emotional, as I sensed gentle hands caressing my heart like a guardian angel. Tears fell from my eyes as I looked into his warm blue-green eyes and finally kissed him.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Chapters
A Memory Never Forgotten.. Content Warning.
My siblings always wanted to play out, but it was rare that I could as much step outside without being bullied. I spent many long days in my room engrossed in reading as many books as I could in a day, usually around six to seven books. I would wake up in the mornings on weekends when I didn't have school, and sit in my room writing anything from one-liners to a whole writing pad full of scribbles, sentences, stories, and poems which didn't often make any sense to anyone but me. I had often imagined becoming one of the great children's literary writers whose books were always in the shop windows with the words 'best seller' written on the front cover.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Writers
