
Caroline Jane
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CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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My Name is Caroline Jane, and I am a VOCAL Challenge Addict
My name is Caroline Jane, and I am addicted to VOCAL Challenges. True story. They are like my Meth. I was not going to enter this one, the #200 one, and then at the final furlong, I was like, "Well, what's the harm? Just have a wee punt. You know you want to..."
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Humor
There Should be a Crack in Everything. Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge.
It is nearly a hundred years since I slipped off a coffin and tumbled into the gutter. It is such a shame. I genuinely thought I had made it that time. For a brief moment, lying there, out of sight, blanketed in the sludge of London's streets, slathered by trickles of earthly grime, I basked in the sanctity of decay, and it was beautiful.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Fiction
Candle Lit. Top Story - January 2024.
Candlelight is elegantly flattering. The delicate dance of a solitary flame rising upwards, outwards... inwards. It is a honey that can reach into any darkness, sweetening it, softening it, enlivening it, warming the macabre and cold callouses left by life.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Horror
Freedom and Toasted Panettone with Salted Avocado. Top Story - January 2024.
Whoever does not have two-thirds of his day for himself, is a slave, whatever he may be: a statesman, a businessman, an official, or a scholar. [Or a parent during the holidays] Nietzche – Human, All too Human [embellished by me]
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Feast
The Long and Painful Death of Sandie Malone. Runner-Up in Arid Challenge. Top Story - November 2023. Content Warning.
November, 2023, Colorado Desert. Mam, before we begin, I just want to say that I will be offering no apology for betraying you at your funeral. It was the best thing I could have done. I don't even mind if you do come back and haunt me. I think I would enjoy that.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Fiction
Little Yellow Car
Good morning, little yellow car. It's Sunday, six a.m. Are your old bones ready to head out and roll again? You're looking perky—a jewel drenched in dew. Perhaps you are feeling a little cheeky, too? Do I detect a glint in your eyes? That grill of yours looks incredibly wry.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets

















