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Carol Townend
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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 (656/0)
The Magical Teenager
It was a midsummer afternoon, and Jade decided to ride her bike. She put on her headphones, switched on some drop beats and rode of. She rode down country lanes, all around the houses, and down every street she could find. She wasn't the modern every day teen. She preferred big studded boots, shirts with tassels, scuffed jeans and big cowboy hats. She never brushed her hair because she liked it long and rough, and she always wore heavy sunglasses. She was riding for an hour when she decided to have a break. She stopped by the beach and grabbed a deck chair, bought a magazine about drop beats from the shop and sat and read it. She was happy in her style, though she did take her hat off because it was rather hot.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Fiction
Writing for Vocal and Medium
I only wrote on Vocal when I first started writing, however, as much as I love Vocal I am disappointed with a few things. This is not to say I see Vocal as bad, I still like to read and write here whenever I get the chance. However, as a budding writer with a soon-to-be published book, I want my work to be seen and for me that means expanding. When I write my stories, I go a little further with sharing than the usual twitter, Linked in and Facebook. I share through WordPress, Mix, and others and on my published stories page which I run in conjunction with my husband Jonathan Townend who also now writes on here and Medium. Every individual has mixed views on both sites which come from individual experiences, and that includes me.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Journal
The Very First Time
Jasmine stared in the mirror. She knew she was beautiful with ample sized breasts and gorgeous chunky thighs, but she just couldn't be as beautiful as her. Even worse there was no chance of getting that young sexy lady out of her head. They had literally just met damn it! Besides she was into men not women! She had been out clubbing at a down town club called Sauce. She hadn't known it was an LGBTQ club until she had walked in, and she didn't care as long as it had a dancefloor. She was intending to dance alone, until she walked in. Yes she! She with the gorgeous big breasts, she with the beautiful ample stomach, she with the tight, beautiful thighs. Jasmine had no idea why she was thinking about women in sexual terms, she wasn't normally like this. However, she was single and pretty much happy about that, as being single enabled her to play, no strings attached. She didn't want tying down for the rest of her life. That would be simply too boring for her sex life! Jasmine thought for a minute, there was no way she could be into women, she only ever had sex with men. She brushed her long, wavy dark hair, and decided that after a late night, coffee was the only solution to waking her up. She planned to go back to that club tonight and find that gorgeous female who had her all hot and bothered. She needed to understand why she felt this way. Was it infatuation? Sexual? or was she simply just drawn to her? Either way, she needed to know.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Filthy
Why you should let Both Boys and Girls play with Dolls.
I still remember the dolls I had as a child. I had several baby dolls and an older child doll. My older child doll was called Emma, and she represented a child of around 5 to 6 years old. I used to dress them, wash them, have pretend tea parties with them, and boys would also engage in parenting role play with me and my dolls. I remember lining them all up on my bed in my room one by one and pretending that I was the teacher in a school classroom teaching them. I also used to love bathing them and washing their hair.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Families
My Filthy Mind
Before I start, don't dare tell me that you don't have a dirty mind. Yes...I mean you, standing by the fridge and thinking "That cucumber is thicker than my mans dick!" or "My female crushes nipples taste as good as those cherries look." You cant tell me that you people who write the filthiest stories have not been there, because in order to write a filthy story in the first place, one must have a filthy imagination, and please, do excuse me (or not!), but I do have a very filthy mind when it comes to both men and women, and to you embarrassed to read this, I stick my tongue out and say "Nah! nah! nah! I'm too hot to handle for you!"
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Filthy
A thankyou playlist to Christina Aguilera
This article is not an autobiography of Christina Aguilera. It is in fact a massively touching and heartfelt thankyou to one of my most admired females in the world of music of all time. This amazing singer picked me up at a time when my life shattered to pieces in ways that made me feel weak, vulnerable, pained, and more alone than I could have ever felt. During this time I was healing from a broken and traumatic past full of violence, abuse, and trauma including trauma from childhood and I had been raped, assaulted, and abused in ways that made me hate everything about myself, including my body. During this time, I lost my power, I became too weak to fight, and I blamed myself for everything I had been through, including all the violence. You'll know if you have read my previous articles, that I felt like a piece of dirt, who was only put on this earth to be a punchbag, and that I also spent so many years struggling with my sexuality, unable to come out because I was made to feel deeply ashamed of myself. You'll also know that I was left on the streets for a long time with no help, support, food, or shelter and that I was treated in brutal ways both before and after I ended up in that position. You'll also be aware that my mental health suffered severely and my own children ended up in the system, while I was ignored and got the blame for the violence by the very people who were supposed to help me, and that I went through a misdiagnosis of EUPD, a label slapped on me for many years after speaking out, then a re-diagnosis of PTSD, of which I am still recovering, and that I battled eating disorders, low self-esteem, low confidence, anxiety, depression, suicidal tendencies, and feelings and I had a bad love/hate relationship with my body which caused me to severely distort my opinion of myself.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Psyche
I think about Sex with Women all the Time
I have written about coming out as bisexual a few times, however, one thing I have not talked about is the fact that I think about sex with women all the time, even when my husband is with me. When I discuss this with others, they think it means I'm unhappy in my marraige. I'm writing this today, because I want to be open about that, and I also want to make clear that no, I am not unhappy, and no I am not a cheat either!
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Pride
Lust: The Vampires Story
I watched her from the shadows, unknown to her. I had been watching her for many days, but she had no idea. She was beautiful, dark hair, gorgeaus breasts, strong body and a neck that I wanted to sink my teeth into. I didn't see her eyes as I watched her, because she had her back turned to me. I was sat at the top of a tree at the start of the thick woodland across from her house, out of mind, out of sight. I always knew she was around, because her sweet scent would fill my senses like the smell of food to a human, especially the sweet sugary iron smell of her blood. No human would understand what blood smells like to a vampire, to us it is an aphrodisiac, as addictive as the taste of red wine is to a human. Blood is our food, appetizing and satisfying, but the blood from a gorgeaus attractive woman is unlike the taste of any other blood a vampire can get. She was 18 years old, young, fresh, just like tender fresh juicy meat bought from a butcher. My vampire nose can smell the scent of sweet blood from miles away, it is a smell like no other, especially when mixed with lust. It is the most dangerous scent a human can spread, even if they don't know what lurks in the dark.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Horror
Every Scar Tells A Story...But People Make Me Feel Ashamed of Mine.
When I was at primary school in the 80's I had an accident while playing with friends in the playground. We were playing a game of sharks which was an idea from a film, and we had to run and get off the ground in order not to be caught. Like all young children do, I got a little over excited and I ran straight into the double iron gates in the playground and slashed open my eyebrow, close enough to my left eye to have almost killed me as the hospital told me. I still remember the excruciating hot pain, fever, sickness, severe headaches, dizziness and almost concussion from that accident. It is an everyday nightmare that still plays like a video in my head. The children just looked at me, they were really scared, as a teacher rushed me in doors with blood dripping down from my brow to the side of my face while I screamed in agony. I was terrified. As a very young child, I had no idea what was going on, but as the first aider in the school sick room had problems stopping my brow bone from bleeding, and as I was in so much pain, I wanted to pass out as well as a very deep anxiety, I knew it was pretty bad.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Psyche
Take Care of Your Skin, without breaking the Bank.
In todays world, it can be very difficult to be who you are, and do beauty your way. There are many magazines and other media sources who are often telling us how we should look, and many are developing trends that are designed to sell their products. However, I am not saying this is a bad thing, of course if we like a product and it is individual to us, of course there is nothing wrong with using or trying it. What I am saying, is people have their own vulnerabilities and insecurities which means some people, particularly young people will use a product because it is seen as 'trendy' or 'popular' and can sometimes throw out perceptions of ideas that this may seem to be the 'wonder product' that will get rid of all their flaws and make them look perfect. We live in a world where everyone is under pressure to be an 'ideal' rather than themselves, perfect face, makeup, figure and style, though this is not the way it is in real life. Products are marketed in this way to sell a product, but it is your own personal choice regarding what you use, products are not marketed in this way to force you to buy them, they are marketed in this way to make them more appealing and encourage people to buy them if they want to. Nobody is going to crucify you for not wanting to use them, so do beauty your way.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Blush
Don't just Read on Vocal, Share!
We have all done this, read an article on vocal and hearted it without sharing. Now, before I start, I don't expect you to share every single article you read on here because there are thousands, and that would take up all your time! However, when in Vocal lounge on Facebook, we read a post then often, we post one in return. However, often on our own profiles on social media, we often share our own and forget everyone elses.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Journal
I Never thought that I'd be Writing a Book...
So, I have written many articles about writing and my journey. However, this one continues from writing about my journey, and I am also going to be talking about my upcoming book, and who and what started me wanting to write it.
By Carol Townend3 years ago in Journal
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