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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If I Wake Up Tired
If I wake up tired, with bags under my eyes, Please don't worry, I forgot it was night. My pen and paper have pestered me all day,
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Would You Continue To Write Microfiction if Vocal Allowed it?. Top Story - May 2023.
Writing is one of my favorite things to do. Writing: Makes you think. Puts your thoughts in order. Makes your mind work better. Takes you to other worlds, times, and places. Allows your imagination to run wild. Challenges your creativity.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Journal
Thinking It Over
I walk a mile down this maze, and I turn left then I hit a block. I decide to turn right and I hit another block. Then I come across two blocks.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Lamppost
This is a true story, but you won't believe it's true. I don't know anyone who believes that a lamppost can talk. It happened to me, I swear!
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Be Kind With Your Words
There are a lot of people who talk about others. Some talk with kindness, others are just spiteful. Spiteful talkers don't just talk when they don't like somebody. They ruminate over things they don't know about, or simply because they can't get their own way.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Humans
We Both Burned Out Today Because Of Our Home Situation
My morning started well. I woke up, had my coffee, and then proceeded to finish the piles of washing I have been trying to finish over the last week.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Humans
The Love Of My Life.
We had been married for over 15 years, and he had never cheated on me as far as I knew. I was convinced that he wasn't the kind of man who would do such a thing, and I couldn't convince my mind to think otherwise. I had trusted him for those previous five years before we got married. We used to hold hands all of the time, laugh together, hug each other, and kiss each other.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Will You Talk To Me?
I spend all my days and nights alone. No one ever comes to see me, and no one ever talks to me. It seems that I am being ignored. The fateful day came when I cried. I felt depressed, but yet again I find myself alone, falling through this dark tunnel with no light at the end.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
A Moment in the Quiet.
This morning when I woke up, I sat alone in my living room while my husband went upstairs to do some work. I usually hate quiet mornings in my house because since the kids left home, it feels quieter than usual.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Psyche
Do You Make Time To Write?
A lot of people tell me that 'a writer just writes.' In usual circumstances, I can sit down and write whatever comes to mind, and turn it into a story.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Journal
Cup of Tea?
I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. I like my tea strong and brown. I have a distaste for green tea. I put what I thought was a normal teabag in my cup; I added the water, then milk.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
The Night Walks
Bodies lay all around me in the streets of the night. The stench is putid and vomitous. I pull my sweater up to my nose as the smell makes me feel sick. I continue to walk the streets horrified by the crunching of bones and the slippery squelch of oozing red blood all around me. One suddenly stands; its heads and hands detach as soon as it stands. It tries to grab my neck, and I run as fast as I can, crunching bones and slipping on blood as I escape.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction