Carol Townend
A writer with a higher distinction, CPD in creative writing who loves all forms of writing, and well just writing!
I am also a wife, carer and a human living on a planet where the computer has taken over the pen!
I love Coffee!
Waiting For Love Will Drive You Mad.
I'm not a needy person but like all of us, I enjoy being in love. I remember those young days when I would spend my time in the mirror, carefully doing my hair and my make-up while praying I would find the one who would love me. I remember changing my behaviour and my appearance a million times over just so that I would look the part for the first hot and steamy man or woman who might look my way.
Carol TownendPublished about a month ago in HumansThe Demon Maze.
We had seen the advertisement in the paper. "Welcome to the Super Evil Maze. This is a maze unlike no other, complete with things that go bump in the night. Enter at your own risk. It's completely free. Enjoy!"
Carol TownendPublished about a month ago in HorrorThe 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.
Carol TownendPublished about a month ago in FictionAlien 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.
Carol TownendPublished about a month ago in FictionWhy 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.
Carol TownendPublished about a month ago in JournalCow 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!).
Carol TownendPublished 2 months ago in WanderBecky'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.
Carol TownendPublished 2 months ago in FictionBethany'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.
Carol TownendPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
