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My name is Theresa. I'm 41 and a mother of three. Two boys, one girl. I've lived in England all my life and I've written all my life. I've had a few short stories published in magazines and anthologies and I've recently sent my first horror novel to my agent.

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Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Observations from a bored housewife: 1 of 29

Do you think the fairies do it? That's what I always say to my fiance when he asks me why his dirty pants haven't made their own way to the wash basket. His reply? No, I always thought you did it. After all, it is your job. Yes, he is still alive and I am still with him. Despite his many, many faults he is, deep down, under ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lust: 14 of 303

Noisy, sticky and dirty here among the smoke haze sitting with you People laugh and dance around our private space the sounds of partying like the beat of my heart In your eyes I see a heat, a certain knowledge of tumbling limbs and wet urgent cries Your fingers entwine with sensuousness, pick a path along goose bumped flesh...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: End of the world: 7 of 94

Starry Night. Mark sat on the top of the hill and gazed at the sunset before him. It was a beautiful evening for the world to end, he thought. The sky was so clear and the first stars were just beginning to show their light. He turned his gaze from them and to the person sitting next to him. His girlfriend Sarah. Her face wa...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In memory of a loved one: 15 of 160

When the darkness washes the light from the day, I'll be there, your star and comfort. In coldness and black velvet, I will reach through dimensions to touch your heart. Your dreams will write a smile on your lips as I waltz through, trailing memories and light. Come the dawn, when your tears rise and fall with the sun, I wi...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Escape: 6 of 45

Broken Doll. They were coming. Cheryl could hear their heavy panting and their footsteps on the wooden stairs of the house. It was a big house, an old mansion with a number of winding staircases and many places to hide. At the moment, she was hiding under her bed on the third floor, her eyes wide and terrified. Her parents w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 79 of 562

When they told me you had died I cried like a banshee, wailing hair flailing On the ground, fists beating raw eyed, bleating I couldn't grasp it, the end of you though deep down I knew as my heart just shattered pieces scattered and in its place pain and grief festered underneath Despair and anger filled my soul this bitter ...
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Doctrine & Issues Why a literal Hell: 1 of 6

Why a Literal Hell? That is the question posed and I will try and answer the question with what the bible has to say about a hell. First of all, lets see what the word 'hell' really means. It is found in many bible translations and in some verses it means, 'the grave' or 'the world of the dead'. Other bibles transliterate th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing death: 65 of 336

For Ruby... Once in my dreams, I was young, maybe, I grasp a fleeting glimpse of my smooth, unlined skin, my broad, white smile. No age spots defy my beauty, no silver threads weave in my hair. But now my hands are gnarled and knotted by time as I grip my frame and take a faltering step towards crisp, clean sheets and soft p...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain: 68 of 348

A kiss Before Dying A kiss before dying sweet lips on mine a touch of your hand makes all things divine lay down here with me and remember a time a lifetime of love memories that bind hold my hand tight give me your smile still those sad tears and laugh for a while not much time left and so much to say so hold me again in yo...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Obsession: 13 of 64

I breath you I need you like a drug like air Everything is you You are everything Your eyes contain truth and me yet your lips move and say nothing I look hard past indifference and see love and I smile My heart sings under the weight of denial as I cherish your essence and breath your scent aching with longing hanging onto ...