Teresa Renton

Joined March 2018

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Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.

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From First Cringy Blog Post to Winning Prizes
Did you ever write F*** all over a page? Big, bright bold letters etched so hard onto the paper that they almost scored right through? Call it Eternal Anger of a Teenage Mind on a Spotless Page. I like to view that as my first foray into flash fiction. A lot said with the utmost brevity.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Writers
365 Days of Happiness
THINK OF WATER AND HOW IT MOVES AROUND THE ROCKS. It always finds a way to flow around, above, and even underneath them. Water flows wherever it wants to flow, and does not stop or get held up by the rocks. It keeps its focus on its purpose … To stay true to your flow, don't make the rocks in your life the most important happenings. Instead, keep your focus on your purpose to flow, and with that, find other ways around them to be and live your truth.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in BookClub
Storytelling: Where do Ideas Come From?
… but I don’t even know what a skunk smells like? How do you tap into your creativity? Where do ideas come from? Whatever stage we're at, we can often get into a pit of ‘stuckness’.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Writers
Gentle Stories of Discovery:
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Asked just about every adult who first met me as a child. Depending on the day, my age, or which way the wind was blowing, my answers were consistent only in their resolution and finality.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Chapters
The Gingerbread Baker. Top Story - September 2023.
So the gingerbread man sits on the fox's tail. And the fox begins to swim —The Gingerbread Man Ladybird book She baked gingerbread men daily—whole families of them—using her own recipe. Ginger, cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg spiced the air as she swished her wooden spoon around her bowl, kneaded, rolled, and cut her figures. She'd even baked her own family—Mr Robinson and the children. It was the only way to guarantee a perfect family.
By Teresa Renton2 years ago in Fiction
Gentle Stories of Discovery: Chapter 1 - The Invitation
THE INVITATION It perched on the mantelpiece, aloof, self-assured, and provocative. A seemingly harmless rectangle of card bearing its messages in sophisticated font and branding colours. Yet I felt the thud of my heart each time I glanced in its direction. Too ashamed to respond, yet too frightened not to, I allowed the entire business of the invitation to consume me.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Chapters
Ode to the Kitchen Roll
I’m told I shouldn’t use you that because of trees, we breathe; but under the sink lies a motley crew of tatty cloths I’d rather leave.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Cloud
I’m often mesmerised by the stunning depth and beauty of clouds. I imagine entire kingdoms within their folds. Pillowy, marshmallowy
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Poets
Ode to Daydreams
I was always getting told off for daydreaming. But I now realise the value of these special places our minds visit when left to their own devices. I wrote an ode to the simple daydream, where my poetry seeds germinate:
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Poets
Petrichor
My ode to petrichor (n) - Greek origin - the scent of rain on dry earth. Mornings smell different, especially after rain.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Poets
Inconsequential Woman. Top Story - August 2023.
I am an inconsequential woman. I lurk in the shadows, a note flung in your trash, alien scent on your shirt, trophy lace in the back of your drawer.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Critique
Somewhere in Yorkshire, England, Tears are Falling
These tears are falling in Yorkshire, England, where it’s raining again, we’re all wearing kagools, and it’s impossible to feel Chelsea.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Poets