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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Emma: Part One
It is a dark freezing cold night, darker than normal and colder than usual. I walk down Leigh Street, which is the street that leads to Cooler's Lake. I head there most nights to meet my girlfriend Emma, who always insists we meet there bang on midnight. Tonight there is something strange about my walk. The streets are shrouded in a thick fog, so thick that you can barely see through it, and the night air has a terrible musty smell to it. I wrap my jacket tightly around me, desperately trying to avoid the midnight chill. A wolf howls in the distance, and for a moment I freeze, fearing that I will be chased even though the wolf is nowhere near me. There is not a single person on these streets. It is so quiet that as I pass the graveyard, I can hear the spirits almost calling me; except tonight, the noise seems louder, making it sound real. A bat flys over my head startling me, I simply breathe and carry on with my journey. I see a shadow in the fog, just as I turn into the park that leads to Cooler's Lake. I think maybe it is a person, but the shadow disappears into the Lake before I can identify it. I think that I must be hallucinating because of the cold, so I shrug off and head to the lake.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Why Should We Talk About Sex With Our Partner?
There was a time when talking about sex was just as difficult as having sex for me. I was vulnerable, and I had been raped. Therefore any sex talk or action was percieved as disgusting to me. That was until 1998 when I met someone with who things became serious. I had a lot of issues with sex, it scared me and any discussion of it made me feel bad about myself until I finally found the courage to let go. It was only after learning how to let go that I started seeing sex as normal between two partner's who loved each other, and I eventually learned the importance of discussing sex openly with my partner.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Filthy
I Dye My Hair: So What?
I like to dye my hair. I don't do it every week, but every few months. Sometimes I will be a fiery red or cyber purple, other times I go blonde or brown. I try to use a friendly dye like SchwartzKopft on my hair, and I always use a strengthening and rehydrating shampoo too. Yes, it is true that dying your hair too much can damage it. However, if you look after it and don't dye it all the time, it can make a difference to the way you look and feel about yourself. Sticking with the same style can be boring, especially for someone who still likes plenty of colour in ones life.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Blush
Steamy Stories.
Now, I might look innocent on the outside, but like every woman, I also have a raunchy steamy side. I have been writing for the 'Filthy' community here on Vocal quite a bit over the last few months. Doing so has given me more confidence in expressing my sexual side.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Filthy
My Heart is With The Whole of Vocal: Tom Bradbury.
I chose a candle for this article today, as I wish to send all my heart to Vocal and the family of Tom Bradbury. I came across Tom in the Vocal lounge on Facebook, where I had many beautiful conversations about writing with him. Tom was always caring, warm-hearted, fun and he brightened up everyone who spoke to him.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Humans
Waiting For Love Will Drive You Mad.
I'm not a needy person but like all of us, I enjoy being in love. I remember those young days when I would spend my time in the mirror, carefully doing my hair and my make-up while praying I would find the one who would love me. I remember changing my behaviour and my appearance a million times over just so that I would look the part for the first hot and steamy man or woman who might look my way.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Humans
The Last Prayer For Grandma
I sit here in this graveyard alone. I have been alone since 26th December 2020 when my gran passed away. I don't know what she died from, my family won't tell me. I am only eleven years old, and they think that telling me will scare me. I stroke my grans headstone, wishing that I could just hug her one more time, but gran is gone, and I'll never feel her hugs, kisses or touch again. Tears well in my eyes like the sea on a dark and stormy day as I try to imagine life without gran.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Alien Transparency
Sammy and Alan laid on a blanket staring at the sky. It was a beautiful midsummers night, the sky was clear and they could see the stars. Three beautiful shooting stars had passed them so far, and they could see the satilites in the sky. The sky was a silky, shimmery emerald green sheet, and it was breathtaking. They laid there for ten minutes with their arms entwined around each other, not saying a single word, just observing the sky.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Why I Chose To Stay With Vocal
I almost considered leaving Vocal over Medium for a variety of reasons. I was getting bored with not getting many reads, and winding myself up with what others said about earning on this platform. I write for cash and for free, however, I read and read and read some more on this platform. I realised that I was getting too absorbed in other peoples negativity, but it was at a time when there was too much competition between Vocal and Medium. I will be brutally honest though, and say, that although I like to read and write for free, I still like to make some cash every now and then from my hard work, just like everyone here.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Journal
