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About me - Christine Bennett

I first started writing poetry when I was a child and at the age of 18, I had my first poem published and then the writing bug hit me, I love it.

Years later I had an article published in the My Weekly magazine about my dog called Wolf.

I have four children

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Always: 2 of 164

I held out my hand, and my fist closed in fear, It grabbed for a branch, but the brambles were near, My heart was pounding, what had I done wrong, Inside I was screaming, his arms were so strong. I'd looked at the moon, and the stars in the sky, I'd begged and pleaded, oh God tell me why? Why on an evening so beautifully cal...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Moments of clarity: 1 of 45

SALLY. He'd been leaning against the door jam for some time before she sensed him there. Climbing the stairs quietly so as not to disturb her, he'd stepped carefully over the squeaky one so as not to alert her to his presence. He knew where she would be, especially today, this was the anniversary day, but nothing to celebrat...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Experimental fiction: Dialogue only: 1 of 26

AT HOME WITH SHEILA AND NORMAN "Hello there, I'm Norman." "Oh Hello, my name's Sheila." "Did you arrive today, or did you creep in late last night?" "I came in just after breakfast, my daughter brought me in the car." "Well welcome to the clan, it's nice to see a new face around here." "How long have you been here then?" "Me...
Hobbies & Games > Hobbies & Games (Other) History of the game of darts: 1 of 17

Darts have been used as far back as man can remember where flint-pointed darts were used for hunting wild game. The first recorded game being played in Dartford, hence the name. The dartboard has a distinct resemblance to the cross section of a tree trunk and the old term used for the first type of dartboard was butt, becaus...
Society & Lifestyle > Social Values & Norms Behind the name: Logan: 1 of 14

The Name of Logan: Etymology: This name's meaning is - from the hollow. The name means little hollow in Chinese. As a noun it means a rocking or balancing stone. Origin and History: The boy's first name is of Irish origin. Logan also comes from Scottish origin as a surname, being from the place of Logan in Ayrshire. The earl...
Creative Writing > Flash Fiction Flash fiction: The beginning of the end: 1 of 13

The curtains were drawn around Stan's bed, he didn’t know long he would be on the geriatric ward along with Eric, Richard and Philip. Richard snored softly, his striped dressing gown moved with his breathing. He was farthest from the door. Eric and Philip were engaged in a battle of wits ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heartbreak: 31 of 331

I sit here quietly but know not why, My tears are there but I try not cry, Patiently waiting, wishing you home, How could you possibly have known. Far away by now, you must be, Are you alone, I can not see, I know the truth now, you did not lie, I just wish it hadn't been goodbye. You said the time had come to part, You had ...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Guilt: 2 of 21

They say that when someone dies the relatives go through a grieving process in stages. Well I guess that's where I am. I must be in the guilt stage for what I feel is such regret and guilt for all the things I should have done. In two days time it will be Christmas day, but this year there is no card on my shelf or present t...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Unexpected death: 1 of 8

UNEXPECTED DEATH It was August 25th , another normal day or so we thought, but how wrong can you be, how do you know when disaster will strike and take away someone you love so much. The day for Gordon had started the same as any other, but little did he know that he would never see his two children ever again, and as he sai...
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Growing old: 5 of 36

Chain of Fate? Checking on the delivery of directories for a bit of extra money, I reached the front door of the next house and knocked. As the old lady opened the door I asked, "Have you had your local directory love, you should have had it in the last couple of days." "I'll have a look," she said as she disappeared into an...