Caroline Jane
Bio
Warm-blooded vertebrate, domesticated with a preference for the wild. Howls at the moon and forages on the dark side of it. Laughs like a hyena. Fuelled by good times and fairy dust. Writes obsessively with no holes barred.
Achievements (15)
Stories (124/0)
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 Jane3 months ago in Humor
- Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge
There Should be a Crack in EverythingRunner-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 Jane3 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - January 2024
Candle LitTop 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 Jane3 months ago in Horror
- Top Story - January 2024
Freedom and Toasted Panettone with Salted AvocadoTop 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 Jane3 months ago in Feast
- Top Story - December 2023
- Top Story - December 2023
- Top Story - November 2023
The Long and Painful Death of Sandie MaloneTop Story - November 2023
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 Jane5 months 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 Jane5 months ago in Poets
My Pseudo-Sourdough Bread*
It's Sunday evening here in the UK. I am tired. My son is sound asleep in bed. It's dark outside. A few fireworks rumble in the distance—the traditional 5th of November celebration of the thwarting of revolutionary spirit. I listen as they fizzle, punctuating my peace with spurious sparks and splutters.
By Caroline Jane6 months ago in Feast
- Top Story - November 2023