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.
+ more bio informationHumor is not normally a word that is associated with being a Christian but in my family, humor is a big part of being a Christian. That and extreme tolerance. I was raised by my Methodist preacher father and agnostic mother. I have two siblings: a brother who is an atheist and a sister who is a lesbian. I, myself ended up bec... More..
When they told me you had diedI criedlike a banshee, wailinghair flailingOn the ground, fists beatingraw eyed, bleatingI couldn't grasp it, the end of youthough deep down I knewas my heart just shatteredpieces scatteredand in its place pain and grieffestered underneathDespair and anger filled my soulthis bitter holeWords hit ... More..
Real life parenting was a real shock for me because all the rules and regulations that I had prepared, swiftly went out of the window along with my slightly smug attitude. I had sworn to my mother in my rebellious teenage years that I wouldn't be like her, that I would treat my child more fairly and wouldn't smother them but ... More..
Fields of Corn.Lying in the fieldsoft blanket beneath me,feeling the sweet breezetouch my golden skin,the sun hot and high,rays of summer warming,as I catch the scent ofhoneysuckle and hear thedrone of bees and theclicking of cricketsand the rustle of corn,I feel your touch uponmy face, your lips onmine sweet with wineand st... More..
The day's light tricklesinto sliversand I shiverat the sudden chillas night dropsdark and comforting.My lungs fill withthe scent of fading heatof honeysuckleof jasmine......of bloodas I sense my prey.I smile as the nightcloaks me like a friend. More..
Black Widow.Darkness tells ofdeepest sighsof fear and painof silent criesShadows move amidthe nightevil hidesjust out of sightCreeping coldnessScores his skinBreath hangs frozenDeath moves inDarkly cloakedveiled eyesGrinning lipsEmit goodbye More..
It was a beautiful Sunday,a time meant for rest,and the bells were ringingon the day that you left.I remember so clearlymy last words to you,in a stupid, angry row whereI called you a fool.You walked out the doorwith a slam and a glarewhile I spun on my heelwith hardly a care.I slept fitfully that nightand my dreams were of y... More..
Something very strangeis happening in my lifeI'm not sure what it isbut weirdness is now rifeIt began three weeks agoin the middle of the nightI was sound asleep and dreamingwhen I woke up with a frighta crying noise was comingfrom the living room belowa snuffling and a shufflingfrom what I didn't knowFor a while I lay there ... More..
Summer sun reflects his shabbinessas he sits and waitsIn his eyes, glimpses ofa life long pasta time when he was someonea job, a wife, a childuntil life proved too muchsolace was not foundin a bottle butemptiness was.People pass by himsome see themselvesin him and look awayothers give and move onperhaps in another lifethey to... More..
Whether you believe in angels or not, you can't deny that a lot of people have had experiences with these creatures. Lets start where angels come from. Angels are messengers according to the bible. They are also powerful and invisible spirit creatures that reside in the heavens. Originally, they were created by God long befor... More..
Theresa Curnow
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