Jayjay

Hi I’m Mx. Jayjay, an author and content creator from The UK. I love experimenting with different writing styles and always expanding my voice.

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Jayjay

Hi I’m Mx. Jayjay, an author and content creator from The UK. I love experimenting with different writing styles and always expanding my voice.

https://x.com/mx_jayjay?s=21&t=qvrv_bpbcn79zjdlizdm_a

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Back To Work

Jayjay

1 min read

“Did you flush your common sense down the bog whilst you were in there as well as your…”

“That’s enough Peter! See me after class!”

“But Sir! He said that my Mum found me in a dumpster!”

“Tommy; Peter was not found in a dumpster.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“I know because I was present when the aliens dropped him off in the cornfield down the road. Now can we please all get back to work!”...

Humour

Encrypted

Jayjay

1 min read

I’ll show them, I’ll show them that these life forms are intelligent. I’ve been scanning the planet for any sign of communication, but every word makes no sense to me. All these dialects are confusing, they have symbols instead of words and their words aren’t in binary form they are like pieces of data I can’t interpret, but today I found it. I found a piece of language I was able to separate from...

A Tree To A Log

Jayjay

1 min read

How the mighty falls, lost to the axe. We can hardly breathe now it lies on its back.

You once decorated our land, but now litter it.

Once bursting with life you’ve become nothing, but a seat.

A bench a log that once watched over our streets.

It’s a painful day, a sorrowful one, knowing what has become.

I remember you there alive in my sight, but now you are nothing, but a rest for my bike....

Poetry

The Unthinkable

Jayjay

1 min read

She couldn’t do it, but the story was at a stand still, it was the only path that made sense, the only road to go down.

She studied the words on the post-it and growled in annoyance.

“Why does it have to be this?”

She wracked her brain for more ideas, anything, but this, but she couldn’t. This was the only way forward and so she sat before her computer and typed in the words that would haunt he...

Drama

One Mug or Two

Jayjay

1 min read

Covered in soap suds they scrubbed the pan until their marigolds tore at the tips. Removed from the water they pulled off the gloves and threw them to the side before reaching up onto the windowsill.

Their diamond sparkled against the sun as they adjusted their ring. The soft wrinkled hands were wiped against the apron before unfastening the tie and pulling it off, hanging it on a hook.

The ind...

Drama

Grand Old Oak

Jayjay

1 min read

It’s often asked can men and women just be friends and I have to say I don’t care much for that question. Of course men and women can just be friends and that goes for our two protagonists. Darren and Lucy.

When they were younger everyone would comment how they would grow up to marry each other. They found this idea ridiculous and distracted themselves by going off on adventures into the woodland...

Fantasy

Lucky Duck

Jayjay

1 min read

Down by the lake where the water flows gently and the ducks quack about like it’s the turn of the century, I sit and I ponder what that scent is that’s come to me.

It smells zesty and fruity and … lemony, I look around to find I’m under a lemon tree.

I pluck a ripe lemon and I look out to the boat race, a dozen paper boats, my sister’s in third place.

I tear open the flesh as I take a soft bit...

Poetry

Humour

A Friend of Dorothy’s

Jayjay

2 min read

Dorothy walked past the small cottage, a handsome pig wearing a well tailored tended to the flowers in his garden.

“Where are you off to young lady?” The kind pig asks.

“I’m on the road to Oz, at least I think this is the right road.” Dorothy stops walking and heads towards the fine pig.

“Oz?” The pig asks. “Ah, my dear you must mean the grand old land of Australia.”

“Australia? No, I mean Oz,...

Fantasy

Magic Mundane

Jayjay

1 min read

He was running late, it was a typical morning, you’ve seen it in films. Tie loose, toast in mouth as he hunts for his keys. He was a typical man, boring, mundane. But he had a secret, he didn’t need keys, not really, it was all for show.

He acted like this every morning, so his wife wouldn’t know anything was up, but since he’d developed telekinesis, things had changed.

Opening doors with no key...

Fantasy

Where Is It?

Jayjay

1 min read

I stare over at where it should be, where it’s always been. Everyone else is gathered round the table discussing their days, the mundane meanwhile I’m trying not to visibly sweat. Nodding along to words I’m not listening to.

“Where is it?” I build up the courage to ask.

Grandma looks behind her at the empty space.

“Oh? That old thing? I donated it yesterday, I never use it anymore.”

“Where?” ...

Mystery