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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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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Slumber

Jayjay

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Sometimes I close my eyes and all I see is nothing and I think to myself is this what it’ll be like when I go?

When it’s the end will I know?

Will it just be a shroud of mist; a fog of bliss?

Knowing there is nothing and that it’ll be a long sleep of which no dreams will peep through.

Knowing it could be emptiness an unfathomable state that’ll be sweet and true.

I close my eyes in the middle...

Fantasy

My Demands

Jayjay

1 min read

I have your husband you must pay up £10,000 or I’ll blow him up.

I don’t do well with threats, but I must confess your letter has offered me a sense of bliss. Though short and snappy it’s told me all I need to know. I’d happily consent to letting my husband go for I’d rather part with him than my hard earned cash of which he leeches from my stash. So adiu to him and thank you to you for you’ve do...

Humour

Drama

For The Love Of Art

Jayjay

1 min read

Hands smooth your form.

From fingertips you are born.

You are not alive, but you can feel your heart beating.

The hours of labour come to completion.

You were shaped, you were molded, you were baked and displayed.

And all so the artist can sell you and get paid.

They don’t work for joy though they love what they do.

They must make money and so they make a hundred of you....

Poetry

Ear To The Door

Jayjay

1 min read

With their ear to the door they listen to their parents intently.

“We can’t keep doing this, we have to do what’s best for our child.”

The child was listening to every word and with every word their heart sank deeper and seeps into their stomach.

Their thoughts were swirling in every direction and they found they couldn’t breathe or stop the tears from flowing.

This is what alerted the parents...

Lay The Matter To Rest

Jayjay

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As I stood over his coffin to tie his shoelace, the twin became indistinguishable from his fugitive brother....

Mystery

Drama

I Created A Monster

Jayjay

1 min read

A sacrifice. That’s what the beast requires to satisfy its hunger.

I wrote it to be deep, the only thing that can kill the beast is a sacrifice, no two ways around it.

Can’t be stabbed.

Can’t be set alight.

Can’t be drowned.

Can’t be blown up.

Can’t be shot or anything of the sort.

You have to give it what it wants and it’ll disappear.

These characters - sorry these people; they don’t kno...

Horror

Thriller

Couldn’t Stay Away

Jayjay

1 min read

What did you do?

Look what you’ve done!

What did you do?

You’ve ruined the fun!

What did you do?

Why did you come?

Now the parties over it’s through and it’s done and it’s all because of you and the mess that you’ve made.

I don’t understand why you couldn’t stay away.

You’ve upset him! Your son! You made him cry!

Why couldn’t you just stay away?

You’ve ruined his special day!

Tarnished ...

Poetry

Drama

Hear Me Out

Jayjay

1 min read

I know what you’re thinking, a gallon of bleach? Dang you must have committed some sort of murder! But no, I wish it was that simple. It all started this morning when I was having breakfast.

I spilled milk on the floor which is nothing to cry about, but after putting the milk back I forgot about the spillage and slipped up. I fell into the table and knocked my cereal all over the floor. And I kno...

Humour

Wind Down

Jayjay

1 min read

He sat down on the sofa with his cuppa in hand, an arm wrapped around him and gently squeezed his shoulder, his husband’s wedding ring glistening against his bare skin in the light. As they enjoyed their favourite drama together....

Romance

Man of the House

Jayjay

1 min read

I never cried growing up, I was always so stoic. The man of the house my Mother would call me. I always put on a brave face. Was always strong for Mother.

But Mother isn’t here anymore.

And the thought of that made me cry, not out of grief, but from relief....