Colleen Millsteed
Bio
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
Stories (1083/0)
The Terror Of The Dark
Lying in bed I could hear the quietest of whispers, but where are they coming from? I lay quietly in terror, tuning my ear to listen harder. There’ll be no sleeping tonight, not with the sounds I can hear stemming from under my bed.
By Colleen Millsteed about 13 hours ago in Fiction
Location, Location, Location
Sandra stood in front of the vacant building, excitement taking hold, her dream materialising within her mind. She could see the future twinkle of bright lights, picture the position of the client’s chairs, envisage the equipment adorning the walls and she knew it would work.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 days ago in Fiction