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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 > Short Stories Short stories: Escape: 1 of 30
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 we... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Observations from a bored housewife: 3 of 30
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 m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lust: 34 of 320
Noisy, sticky and dirtyhere among the smoke hazesitting with youPeople laugh and dancearound our private spacethe sounds of partyinglike the beat of my heartIn your eyes I seea heat, a certain knowledgeof tumbling limbsand wet urgent criesYour fingers entwinewith sensuousness, pick apath along goose bumped fleshslip a strap d... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Spring: 4 of 30
Spring to me is the unveiling of all things new; of fresh colors bursting forth through the damp earth of Winter, their delicate blooms unfolding to the warming breeze of the changing season, the scent of the promise of Summer in the bluebells. Spring is blue skies and a warming sun with a chilling breeze that brings the smel... More..
Home & Garden > Gardening (Other) True gardening stories: How it all went terribly wrong (humor): 19 of 141
Hose Pipe Ban.My Grandmother was a fantastic gardener as are my parents and siblings. In fact, my entire family could probably star in a whole series of Gardner's World such is their expertise. Me? What I know about gardening could be written on a cigarette paper. Growing up, I found that gardening bored me stupid. Who wante... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Doctrine & Issues Why a literal Hell: 1 of 7
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 the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Obsession: 10 of 64
I breath youI need youlike a druglike airEverythingis youYou areeverythingYour eyescontain truthand meyet your lipsmove and saynothingI look hardpast indifferenceand seeloveand I smileMy heart singsunderthe weightof denialas I cherishyour essenceand breathyour scentaching withlonginghanging ontoyour beingwith every ouncewaiti... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing death: 67 of 362
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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain: 72 of 379
A kiss Before DyingA kiss before dyingsweet lips on minea touch of your handmakes all things divinelay down here with meand remember a timea lifetime of lovememories that bindhold my hand tightgive me your smilestill those sad tearsand laugh for a whilenot much time leftand so much to sayso hold me againin your special wayand... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Domestic violence: 22 of 110
His charming smilehid a cruel mindHis gentle eyesbelied his crimesHis graceful handschanged into fistsand many a liefell from his lipsHis laugh was easyand bought him lovebut tainted and tornfrom the first shoveHis power was fearinstilled from the startonly a month beforehe broke her heartHis sorrys were manyhis tears were co... More..