Colleen Millsteed
Bio
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
Stories (1131/0)
Out Of Date
“Hey Mum, can I ask you a question?” Allan asks. “Sure honey, what do you want to know?” “At school today the teacher was telling a story but I was running late and missed the start of her narrative. Something about a gallon, whatever that word means.”
By Colleen Millsteed about 4 hours ago in Fiction
You Leached Her Happiness
It’s been twelve months since you rejected her and since that day she has lived in a world of black and white. There are days that she awakens to the dark clouds that hover over her head, over her bed, over her entire view. Days of such despair that she fights the good fight — and doesn’t always win.
By Colleen Millsteed a day ago in Fiction
Together Forever
Pamela’s getting on in years, what with her 95th birthday a week away. Ninety five years is not a bad innings but she’s tired and ready to leave this world to face her next adventure. She holds on for one special reason; her companion of twenty years, Joey, her cocker spaniel.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 days ago in Fiction
Well Organised
Her day’s finally arrived and she couldn’t be happier. Today she’ll marry the love of her life, come hell or high water. And yes, that’s a possibility because here she is standing in front of her window, watching the black clouds descend upon her world. The Universe is moving those black clouds into position to threaten to wash her day away.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 days ago in Fiction
The Town Comes Alive
A little town in the north hibernates for about nine months of the year and very little happens in town. Until tourist season hits and there are people everywhere. They buy up the local produce, visit the gorgeous countryside and fill the local pub to the brim with laughter and song.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 days ago in Fiction