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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Cleansing

Jayjay

1 min read

A quiet hands runs through your hair.

The silky softness flowing over your bare skin.

You close your eyes as you breathe the scents in.

Your body relaxed, your pores free from grime.

You feel free now you are taking the time to cleanse yourself from the weight of the day.

And go to bed to sleep the worries away....

Poetry

Waiting

Jayjay

1 min read

Birds circled over head and it was then I knew I was in trouble.

Days on end in the searing heat, I tried my best to survive, but I could feel my body eating itself.

I could feel my mind tricking itself, seeing oasises that weren’t there.

And when I first glimpsed the vultures I knew I was in trouble.

They were waiting for their meal and their meal was me....

Thriller

Horror

Toast Of The Day

Jayjay

1 min read

The dial on the radio is turned up as Jenny grabs the toast straight out the toaster.

She sways back and forth to the classic ‘80s banger and glides the buttered knife across the crisp surface of the bread.

She spins herself around as she dances over to the table placing her plate down before dropping the knife in the sink and sucking a small amount of butter off her thumb.

She grabs a jam jar...

Late Night Studying

Jayjay

1 min read

The soothing sounds of study music danced through his ears as he sat by the window of his university’s library. The quiet midnight streets acted as a peaceful backdrop to his nighttime studying.

He bobbed his head to the music not noticing the two cars outside revving their engines ready to go. A woman stands before them holding up a napkin before throwing it in the air.

The cars fly past her te...

Drama

Action

Pump And Beat And Beat And Pump Again

Jayjay

1 min read

I pump and I pump and I pump and I pump.

And what do I get in return?

I beat and I beat and I beat and I beat.

And where is the thanks I’m earned?

I slave all day just pumping away making sure the blood flows the right way, but what do I get in return?

My arteries clogged, my muscle constantly burning, I long for more than this, I am forever yearning.

I want to be healthy, I want to be free,...

Poetry

Drama

How Do You Sleep At Night?

Jayjay

1 min read

As the clocks went forward and one turned to two, a phone stirs a man awake.

He picks up, but hears nothing, a quiet hum of silence.

He puts down his phone and gets back into his comfy position when it rings again.

He frustratingly clicks decline only to be immediately called again.

Decline.

Ring.

Decline.

Ring.

He groans in frustration as he goes to put his phone on silent. But just as he...

Drama

A Sense of Doom

Jayjay

1 min read

“Okay I smell saltwater … wait that’s not helpful duh this is the ocean. Okay what can I hear? Waves. Oh, yeah because this is the ocean… right right and how does the air taste? Salty, musty, some kind of damp … wood, kind of like a ship!!! Oh … yeah because this is a ship. Right okay, well I can feel iron around my wrists, that must be something important … what could that mean?”

“If you keep ta...

Drama

Humour

Contact Details in Footnote

Jayjay

1 min read

Tired of humans rocking up unannounced and ruining your beautiful home? Perhaps you’ve only one that’s just cramping your style. Whether you’ve got a family of them or a lonely bachelor that doesn’t know how to clean up after himself, I’m here to offer my services as a professional Human Hunter. I have fifty years of experience and never tire of getting rid of those human pests. Just because we we...

Humour

Fantasy

We Fly

Jayjay

1 min read

It takes time to trust.

We struggle to accept it.

When we do we fly....

Poetry

Just A Coincidence

Jayjay

1 min read

With beer bottle in hand I stumble between the graves, my eyes fall on the dim inscription of my name. It’s just a coincidence I tell myself, but then I see my date of birth and a date of death marked a few weeks ago. I look at the bottle in my hand in confusion and turn around to see a crowd of spectators wearing clothes from the 1960s up to now.

“Welcome to your new home.”...

Drama

Horror