Carol Ann Townend
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I'm a writer who doesn't believe in sticking with one niche.
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There Is A Reason Why I Don't Stick With One Niche In Writing.. Top Story - July 2022.
I love writing, just as much as I love reading. Reading feeds my imagination, while writing sets my imagination free. I often get advised by other writers to 'stick with one niche.'
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Journal
The Long Run.
I am sure I fell asleep in a field. I am now on a train, I have no ticket, and this train appears to be going nowhere in particular. I rub my eyes, feeling certain I am still in a dream; though this does not feel like a dream, everything appears to be real. I touch my seat, and I can feel the cold leather on the skin of my hands. I run my fingers through my hair, feeling it tickle my hand as I do so. I pinch my skin, feeling the sharp sting of my fingernails as I do so.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Slaughtered
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The cabin had been shored up, and my camping friends wanted to know why. I hesitated before telling them the truthful story about what happened on that fateful night when Benjamin Soul and his family mysteriously lost their lives. It was a story I had kept secret for many years so as to not stop campers from coming back here.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Horror
The Fire Ghost.
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a warm summer's night and I had been walking through the woods by myself. One night I was walking so much that I got lost in the woods. I took different directions in an attempt to find my way out. I had already taken the turn to the right, however, that was only leading me further into the woods. To my left, I saw a candle burning in the window of a cabin. I thought maybe if I went there, there might be someone who could help me find my way out of the woods. I hadn't been down this part of the woods before, and I didn't know that there was anyone living in a cabin here. I knew that I was taking a dangerous risk, though I was desperate to go home.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
