Jonathan Townend
Bio
I love writing articles & fictional stories. They give me scope to express myself and free my mind. After working as a mental health nurse for 30 years, writing allows an effective emotional release, one which I hope you will join me on.
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Dark Clouds Rolling In
Emmy had always loved the beach ever since her parents had first taken her there as a small child. Despite having her own child now, she could still vividly recall many happy, cherished memories, of playing gleefully on the beach with her first bucket and spade. The sound of the waves, the smell of the salt, the feel of the sand between her toes. It was her happy place, her escape from the stress and chaos of her life. She had come here every summer since she was that young child, and now she was sharing it with her own daughter, Lily.
By Jonathan Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Road Safety, Pelican Crossing Zones
How many times have you crossed a busy road on a Pelican crossing seeing that green stick person and hearing that ‘beep beep,’ only to watch in utter amazement as some crazy driver simply ignores the fact that his pelican light will be showing red?
By Jonathan Townend3 years ago in Wheel
Reflections In The Mirror
She despised the mirror hanging on her bedroom wall. It always showed every flaw, every damn scar, all her fears. Simply stopping looking at into it was a formidable task. Jessie wanted to see if she had changed, if she had become someone else, someone better.
By Jonathan Townend3 years ago in Fiction
False Awakenings
Elissa woke to the startling sound of her alarm clock. Getting out of bed, making her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Glancing at her face in the mirror, blood caked her reflection, something towered over her in the mirror. No amount of rubbing her eyes made it pass. A serrated-edge knife loomed menacingly. Fumbling for the light switch, which didn't exist, only lead to solidifying uncontrolled thoughts. Beads of sweat ran over her trembling body. As if solicitude reigned just for that minute, it vanished. The mirror clearing. Suddenly, waking, startled, it was all just a dream.
By Jonathan Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Tearful Memories From Our Past
Jenny opened the old photo album and felt a pang in her chest. There they were, smiling and laughing, unaware of the future. She traced their faces with her fingers, wishing she could go back to those days. She remembered the sound of his voice, the warmth of his hug, the sparkle in his eyes. She missed him so much. How could he leave her so suddenly? How could he break his promise to grow old with her? She closed the album and wiped away a tear. Memories were all she had left, and they hurt like hell.
By Jonathan Townend3 years ago in Fiction
