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 (545/0)
- Top Story - May 2023
Would You Continue To Write Microfiction if Vocal Allowed it?Top Story - May 2023
Writing is one of my favorite things to do. Writing: Makes you think. Puts your thoughts in order. Makes your mind work better. Takes you to other worlds, times, and places. Allows your imagination to run wild. Challenges your creativity.
By Carol Townend11 months ago in Journal
Be Kind With Your Words
There are a lot of people who talk about others. Some talk with kindness, others are just spiteful. Spiteful talkers don't just talk when they don't like somebody. They ruminate over things they don't know about, or simply because they can't get their own way.
By Carol Townend11 months ago in Humans
The Love Of My Life.
We had been married for over 15 years, and he had never cheated on me as far as I knew. I was convinced that he wasn't the kind of man who would do such a thing, and I couldn't convince my mind to think otherwise. I had trusted him for those previous five years before we got married. We used to hold hands all of the time, laugh together, hug each other, and kiss each other.
By Carol Townend11 months ago in Fiction
Will You Talk To Me?
I spend all my days and nights alone. No one ever comes to see me, and no one ever talks to me. It seems that I am being ignored. The fateful day came when I cried. I felt depressed, but yet again I find myself alone, falling through this dark tunnel with no light at the end.
By Carol Townend11 months ago in Fiction
The Night Walks
Bodies lay all around me in the streets of the night. The stench is putid and vomitous. I pull my sweater up to my nose as the smell makes me feel sick. I continue to walk the streets horrified by the crunching of bones and the slippery squelch of oozing red blood all around me. One suddenly stands; its heads and hands detach as soon as it stands. It tries to grab my neck, and I run as fast as I can, crunching bones and slipping on blood as I escape.
By Carol Townend11 months ago in Fiction
My Parents Made A Big Mistake
My name is Oriana, and I've never had a permanent home since my parents and sisters were murdered by gunmen after my father's drug dealer came after him. I only turned 16 years old two weeks ago, and I already spend my life hiding in safe hostels where nobody can find me.
By Carol Townend11 months ago in Fiction