Teresa Renton
Bio
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
Stories (72/0)
From Nobody to Somebody
It perched on the mantelpiece, aloof, self-assured, and provocative. A seemingly harmless rectangle of card bearing its messages in sophisticated font and branding colours. Yet I felt the thud of my heart dropping to the floor each time I glanced in its direction. Too ashamed to respond, yet too frightened not to, I allowed the entire business of the invitation to consume me.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Humans
A Subtle Shift of Shadow
The last time I saw a face was about a month ago. Before that was twenty-two years ago when I was six months old but too young to remember anything. They sealed our eyes over with a veil and virtual perfection became our reality at around six months of age. We lived in a curated world from before we were able to form memories; the Custodian Congress allocated experiences, physical attributes, and education. Everyone lived a blissful existence devoid of crime, pain, and anxiety. Life was a film set of beautiful Stepford people and lush landscapes.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Fiction
Gentle Stories of Discovery
It perched on the mantelpiece, aloof, self-assured, and provocative. A seemingly harmless rectangle of card bearing its messages in sophisticated font and branding colours. Yet I felt the thud of my heart dropping to the floor each time I glanced in its direction. Too ashamed to respond, yet too frightened not to, I allowed the whole business of the invitation to consume me.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Motivation
How to Harness the Power of Pause to Finally Get Things Done
I would like to buy a bench, said my husband’s Mum. My husband is a headteacher and had sent out a request for donations towards a lovely garden area for students. It would be a place for them to meet, chat, and enjoy a few moments during break and lunch.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Motivation
A Letter in Strange Times
When did you last receive a letter in the post? I remember how excited I would be when an envelope landed on the doormat, the address handwritten and the stamp a real sticker, not a grim franking machine automation. As life, and technology stretched out before me, I wrote less and less. These days a note to my son’s PE teacher asking for excusal from games due to sore eyebrow or whatever, is as far as I venture in the letter writing field. A friend suggested a virtual letter swap in these strange times. It was an opportunity to check-in with ourselves and our feelings and to share the burden of uncertainty. In the spirit of an ocean not yet navigated, and unfinished voyages, here’s my letter to you, with love …
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Humans