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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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 Townend5 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 Townend5 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 Townend5 years ago in Journal
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 Townend5 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 Townend5 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 Townend5 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 Townend5 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 Townend5 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 Townend5 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 Townend5 years ago in Fiction
