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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Cow Shit!
We got up early in the morning, excited to be going to Great Yarmouth for our holiday. We were singing in the car with the windows down, happily driving down the country lanes and taking in every sight of the country. We hadn't had a holiday for a while due to illness, so we were relieved to be finally getting away (that was when my husband finally found his car keys...which took him a whole hour, after complaining that I had spent ten minutes looking for my purse!).
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Wander
Becky's Dance
Becky Jade loved dancing. She loved the emotions of happiness and joy that it evoked in her. She stood on the dancefloor unaware of the time that had flown by, spinning, pirouetting, floating, stretching every single part of her body to its limits. She had been dancing for over an hour alone, in that dance hall, but she didn't care as long as she could dance. There was nothing in this world that filled Becky Jade's heart more than dancing. Dancing ignited her heart and soul and floated her body way above the stars. It enabled her to reach limits that were above and beyond the earth, space and heavens.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Bethany's Song.
Bethany was feeling anxious today. She had butterflies in her stomach and she felt really sick. She was performing on stage at the Rose Gold Theatre later tonight, and she didn't want to be there. So far, she had managed to complete all of the practice sessions with her tutor, and she had made good progress. She had been singing for months, though this was her first stage performance and she was suffering from intense stage fright. She starred at the clock, hoping that time would go by slow. However, time was going faster than she would have liked it to go and it was now 4 P.M. She had ten minutes to get herself together and to get to the theatre.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
The Green Light Of Control.
I'm sitting at my desk. I have sat here for hours with my pen, paper and laptop in front of me. I am stuck, hopeless and out of ideas. I just sit there, staring at my blank paper, pen in hand wondering what to write. My mind is blank.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery Visitor
Jessica was skating on a pond with her friend Alice. She had been skating for at least two hours. Skating comforted her in the wake of grief and right now it was the only thing keeping her from breaking. Her gran had died only last week, and Jessica's head was scrambled. She was only thirteen and she didn't know what to do without her gran. Gran had been her best friend, and at times her foe. She guided Jessica through bad times both at home and at school, and Jessica couldn't imagine life without her. She did a pirouette on the ice, but she lost he focus and her balance causing her to fall over. She was very lucky that she didn't fall through the ice, because it wasn't very thick. It was a cold and frosty morning, and the pond had frozen over. Jessica was glad, because skating on the pond meant she didn't have to think all the time. If she allowed herself to think, she would be in tears.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Healing Mum.
Tonia sat in a chair by her mum's bedside reading her book. She was only thirteen years old, and she had found the last six months since her mum became seriously unwell very difficult. Her mum was sleeping peacefully until she was awoken by a violent cough. Tonia had been instructed to give her mum a medicine prescribed by her doctor every four hours, but this medicine was not working. Her mum coughed violently four times in a row, she turned to Tonia and said to her in a weak voice,
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
The Golden Pear Tree
Kathleen was running. She ran through the woods, though fields green and past beautiful blue flowing creeks and streams. She was tired and out of breath but she kept going. She didn't know where she was running to, she just wanted to run. Running was her biggest passion. She heard birds singing above her, felt the cool wind running through her hair and smelled the beautiful potent scents of flowers that grew in wild blankets in the fields. She jumped the heavy broken hanging branches that hung low and heavy from worn down trees, over fences and she ran up beautiful green big hills.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
The Diamond Ring
Janie sat on her bed with her head in her hands. A tear fell from her eyes as she remembered times gone by. She remembered picnics, playing in the park, holidays, shopping, baking, being supported with school work, cuddles and kisses. It had been two weeks since her mum had passed away from cancer. The doctors had done their best to try and save her, but she was just too unwell. She picked up her favourite teddy bear bought by her mum for her tenth birthday and allowed her tears to fall into it. She had her dad who was supporting her, but he was wrapped in his own grief. Her dad used to be a happy man, he used to go out with her, play games with her and watch television with her. Now, he came home from work and he didn't want to do any of those things. He just wanted to sit in a dark room and drink coffee all night, then go to bed.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Food Fetishes and Sex
Sex is one of those extremely intimate interactions that human beings have with each other. We experiment with different sex toys, positions and some of us even use food to enhance that wonderful feeling of orgasm and massive turn-ons. For me in particular, there is nothing like melting chocolate over my partners penis or covering female breasts in crushed strawberries and cream. I've even experimented with ice-cream both by letting my partner cover my vagina in it and lick it off, and I've covered my partners penis in it and gone for that good almighty suck. I decided to write an article on food fetishes and sex, and how these enhance sensuality whether heterosexual or LGBTQ.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Filthy
The Magical Teenager
It was a midsummer afternoon, and Jade decided to ride her bike. She put on her headphones, switched on some drop beats and rode of. She rode down country lanes, all around the houses, and down every street she could find. She wasn't the modern every day teen. She preferred big studded boots, shirts with tassels, scuffed jeans and big cowboy hats. She never brushed her hair because she liked it long and rough, and she always wore heavy sunglasses. She was riding for an hour when she decided to have a break. She stopped by the beach and grabbed a deck chair, bought a magazine about drop beats from the shop and sat and read it. She was happy in her style, though she did take her hat off because it was rather hot.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Writing for Vocal and Medium
I only wrote on Vocal when I first started writing, however, as much as I love Vocal I am disappointed with a few things. This is not to say I see Vocal as bad, I still like to read and write here whenever I get the chance. However, as a budding writer with a soon-to-be published book, I want my work to be seen and for me that means expanding. When I write my stories, I go a little further with sharing than the usual twitter, Linked in and Facebook. I share through WordPress, Mix, and others and on my published stories page which I run in conjunction with my husband Jonathan Townend who also now writes on here and Medium. Every individual has mixed views on both sites which come from individual experiences, and that includes me.
By Carol Ann Townend5 years ago in Journal
