Carol Ann Townend

Joined July 2017

936 stories

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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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The Creation Of My Fiction Emma.
When you read my fiction, Emma. One could say I have a very wicked mind. You would be right in saying it. I'm not the innocent little girl people think, I enjoy dark, psychological horror and thriller.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Journal
It Wasn't Me!
It wasn't me. You know it really wasn't. Nope, not me, it really wasn't me! I didn't do it. Me? No, I really didn't.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Poets
Emma: Part Three
My head cannot process what I and Jeremy saw at the lake. I know what I saw with my own eyes, but they are blinded by love. My mind cannot perceive what I saw. My mind tells me this is a long horrible nightmare.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Horror
Curious: Chapter 1
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say .I always wondered what was out there, or whether there was anything out there at all. I always looked up at the sky at night with wonder, particularly when I was out for a late-night run.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
The Destiny
I waited in the graveyard by the light of the full moon for him to rise. I hid my stake up my sleeve and armed my pockets with holy water. When he rose, he didn't see the cross around my neck as he sniffed me, desperate for the smell of fresh blood. I gave him a little time to savour the smell and feel the silky smoothness of my skin.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Horror
Kidnapped
I try to open my eyes, but they are red, sore and stinging like crazy. Despite the pain, I still force them open. Once I manage to open them, I am dazed and shaking with terror. My eyes dart everywhere looking for some kind of clue that might tell me where I am. Despite my blurry vision, I see rows of train seats in front of me.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Anxiety Can Not Always Be Seen
I have to speak out and make people aware of an issue that I recently come across. I know a young lady who is a mum and suffers from anxiety, especially when getting out and about.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Psyche
The Runaway Train From Hell
"Am I awake?" "Where am I?" I'm sure that I never boarded this train, or did I? No, honestly. I know that I fell asleep in my comfortable bed with my radio on last night.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
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 Townend4 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 Townend4 years ago in Fiction
Dream Train
"Choo Choo!" I hear that sound again. I yawn, still half asleep, although I'm not really awake either. All I know is I am on this train and I don't know why!
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
In Reality, Love Is Hard
We see it on our screens all the time. The hot man or woman with the perfect shape hooking up with the perfect partner and living happily ever after with no problems.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Humans