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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: End of the world: 19 of 85
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... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Heaven, Hell & Afterlife Definitions of hell: 24 of 102
Hell is often depicted as a fiery place of torment and everlasting pain; a place where sinners and unbelievers end up. The truth is though, that the word, 'hell' simply means, 'a covered over or concealed place'. The Greek word, 'Hades' occurs ten times in the early scripts of the Christian Greek manuscripts and means hell o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Graveyards: 13 of 55
Stones like crooked teeth trip my progress as I walk along between where bodies lay, among the faded flowers, wilting in the Summer heat dipping their heads against the dry grass as if in remembrance of the dead. I feel pain and a longing for something that I cannot grasp. I feel only the warming stones under my trembling fi... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Horror: 22 of 75
The First Evil. Prologue. Sally stared at the open doorway. Could she hide in there? Through the gap, the darkness felt ominous, but she didn't have a choice. She had to hide somewhere because he was coming. She could hear his steady footsteps climbing the stairs behind her. Panting with fear, Sally slipped into the darkness... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 216 of 693
Forget me not. Forget me not as I lie here encased in shiny satin, in my wooden box, my eyes shut against the tears that fall on my still lush lashes. and the dusty floor Soft is my hair that they washed to free the dirt from the road where I fell and had to leave. I watch from the corner as you bend and weep and touch and k... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Heaven, Hell & Afterlife What happens when we die?: 61 of 193
This is an age old question that many people ponder at some point in their lives. We have no definite answers to this question as no one, of course, has come back and explained to us what happens at death. There are, however, some clues in the bible. Take this scripture from Ecclesiastes 9:5. It says, "The living are conscio... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Darkness: 73 of 227
They Always Fall Down. Darkness falls and drags down fear As birds take flight from weary trees. The wind it talks in groaning tones of howling sighs and mournful pleas. A house it stands in shadows deep Its windows dusty, watching eyes. The door flaps open in the wind And from the depths a woman cries. The girl, a maiden of... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Doctrine & Issues Arguing the existence of the Devil: 17 of 48
The definition of Satan the Devil is of a horned red beast who is truly evil and one who enjoys torturing people in a fiery hell. In the bible, he is known as the foremost slanderer of God, an adversary of the holy Father who was given the name Satan because of his disobedience. The bible does not describe him as a pitchfork... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The mountains: 38 of 99
Soaring in majestic towers eclipsing the clouds with snow covered peaks, the mountains are kings with crowns of leaden storm clouds. Rocky faces gaze down through glistening green bowing firs. I touch the bottom in awe fingers curling in purple flowers and dew touched velvet of grass. The air is crystal clear and sears my lu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: When angels cry: 24 of 59
Tears of a Fallen Angel. When an angel cries, we hear the sound of a howling wind, of rain beating down, of the earth splitting and casting up its dead, of oceans rising in sympathy, of mountains shaking and spewing their blistering contents, of thunderous clouds waking our spirits, of man screaming his rage in the face of t... More..