Carol Ann Townend

Joined July 2017

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I'm a writer who doesn't believe in sticking with one niche.

My book Please Stay! is out now

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When You Call A Woman A Tart. Remember A Tart Is Food.
I love tarts. I like Lemon tarts, cherry tarts, Jam tarts, and most tarts. I also love savory tarts. Tarts are delicious, so to those of you who have been called a tart, I applaud you because you must be tasty.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Humor
Go Away, I'm Reading!
How dare you disturb me? I know I let my coffee go cold; Can't you see? This book isn't meant to grow old? Don't say a word!
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
The Alien In The Cafe
It was raining outside and there wasn't much to do. I felt down and fed up. Instead of sitting there looking like the wet weekend, it was outside, I picked up my umbrella and headed to Carly's, my favorite cafe.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction
The Hero Of My Heart Forever.
Always there, Until the sun goes down, And the day has begun; Giving his love, Shining like a silver moon. Hearts warm,
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Remember Your Audience When Writing.
Who are you writing for? Are you writing for Adults? Teenagers? Young Children? Seniors? Schools? Newspapers? Historians? Medical Services?
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Writers
Drowning In Heartbreak . Content Warning.
We told our government again and again about the dangers of our rising seas. What is the point? They never listen anyway! It was only last week that Sunlay, my hometown was hit by yet another dangerous storm. The waves were over 20feet high as they crashed furiously over our land like violent giants in a battle.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Earth
The Spy Queen: Chapter One.. Content Warning.
Jenny ran through the busy streets of Elevens Town, keeping her head down so she didn't accidentally blow her cover She had no time for accidents.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Chapters
Swing! Swing! Swing!
“Swing! swing! swing!” Those were the words of my two-year-old grandson as we headed to the park whilst on holiday, every single time we went past them.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Families
How Can Nothing Be Nothing?
How can nothing be nothing when there is always something? And if there is nothing, there is always one thing. Where something exists,
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
My Alien Friend
The strange figure was watching me, Like me when I'm observing tea. Was it a she or was it a he? I did not know, I was willing to explore.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
I Have No Idea What You Are
An Alien landed in front of me! I offered it food, It stared at me miserably. I took it to the shop, But away it hopped!
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
A Writer Likes To Write
A writer likes to write, But it gives me such a fright; Shall I start with this word, Or that word? No! that's just absurd!
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets