Carol Townend
Bio
Fiction, Horror, Sex, Love, Mental Health, Children's fiction and more. You'll find many stories in my profile. I don't believe in sticking with one Niche! I write, but I also read a lot too.
Stories (639/0)
Why I won't stand with the 'All Men' theory.
The #me too movement is a movement rightly dedicated to women speaking up about abuse and rape they have suffered. I am one of those who spoke up about my own suffering of rape and abuse. I am also one of those women who hates going out at night, is constantly looking over my shoulder, and is afraid of suffering the more than violent torment of my past. I am also a woman who deeply struggled because the authorities blam everything on my mental health when I spoke my truth, lost my children because of the torture of the mental health problems I suffered for years because of what I had been through and misdiagnose, and because of that I am still suffering some symptoms of PTSD.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Viva
The Evil Haunted Forest
"Come on, get it done!" Adam told the gaming screen, even though he knew it couldn't hear him. He was fed up, he had been stuck indoors for weeks with nowhere to go. Jesse and Tom had decided to go on a housework mission of which Adam agreed to, but he didn't realize it was going to take 6 weeks! He threw the controller on the floor, annoyed at the fact he had lost the damn game again, he stomped out of the room in a mood slamming the door behind him.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Horror
Using Incense for Relaxation
I love using incense, it makes my home smell clean and fresh, and it helps me to relax. You can get incense in the form of sticks, wax, cones, and oils. It also comes in a variety of different smells, my favorite smells are patchouli, ocean breeze, sage, strawberry, and orange flower.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Longevity
Write for Fun, Not just for Cash
When I first became a writer I would wake up and think to myself what will I write about today? While I am thinking this, a million different thoughts come to my mind, and before I know it, I am working on more articles than I can finish in a week. I find I don't always get them finished because I am always thinking it has to as perfect or it won't earn. This kind of thinking can sometimes mean that I forget the outside world, and end up sat at my desk for days on end, forgetting to care about myself or other things that I have to do. It also ruined the pleasure I got from writing which turned my writing life into a chore rather than fun.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Journal
Jewel
I sit here alone in my lounge typing. I'm always alone unless I meet the other women for coffee once a week. I'd rather be alone than get involved and fall in love again, just to get hurt. 6 months ago, I was in love with the man who I thought was the man of my dreams. It was bliss for two months and I had everything I had ever dreamed of, or I thought I did until reality crept up on me. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere, see my female friends or talk to males. I had to clean the house until it was spotless, and the only time I was allowed to speak was when he spoke. I was his maid and I was made to bow down to him in ways I now know to be wrong. Hell! I even had to ask for a bath and was only allowed to eat what he said I could. Ever since that day, I have been in the tornado of torment that plays in my mind. I am afraid to be loved.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Psyche