Caroline Jane
Bio
Dedicated Musketeer.
"Communication is participation" - John Dewey.
Bringing it every day, getting it wrong a lot, and then trying all over again!
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Stories (21)
Marilyn's Inferno.
Marilyn felt oppressed. The heat in London was suffocating. So much so that Marilyn felt it was positively infringing on her human rights. A respectable woman, such as she, should not have to suffer the indignity of having to hang out of her second-floor window trying to catch a breeze.
Caroline JanePublished 6 months ago in FictionThe Package Joy Club.
It was a Tuesday. Unarguably and historically the most boring day of the week. That point when the previous weekend was a fading memory and the next one was just too many working days away to get excited for. For Sophie, Jo, Eve and Becca Tuesday was the day that their daily grind turned to abject drudgery and each of them would find themselves praying for the clock to tick faster.
Caroline JanePublished 6 months ago in FictionThe Fat Lass Caff.
"The Fat Lass Caff. Really? Can you hear yourself when you say the words, Katie?" "I am fat not thick Rebecca." "Not funny."
Caroline JanePublished 6 months ago in FictionThe Raver
Peter read his invite letter again: Dear Peter We would like to invite you to participate in our latest research: "An investigation into the effects of post-traumatic stress on the formation of personality disorders."
Caroline JanePublished 6 months ago in FictionColouring in Helped Get Me Through Cancer.
This is one of those articles where, as a reader, if you know... you know. You are going to be nodding along thinking "Yeah... I hear you" (or some such similar phrase of your own making).
Caroline JanePublished 7 months ago in PsycheThe Mosaic: An Excerpt From The AD3742 Intergalactic Exposition.
Welcome Intergalactic Community V. Those of you who have attended before I would like to say that it is good to see you but as you know, I would be lying.
Caroline JanePublished 7 months ago in Fiction
A Little Boy and his Dandelion Clock
Beside lush green fields of toe tingling tease Framed by 'come and conquer' climbable trees Winds a dusty lane, nether of nowhere
Caroline JanePublished 8 months ago in Poets
A Real Life Feminist Hero.
Ninny Clarke age 18. I don't have five children or a dead bigamist husband. I have never experienced my deceased husband's other family, bereft and betrayed and fuelled by scorn, coming into my home to claim it as theirs. Never have I had to fight for survival in a world of severe patriarchal and pious judgement where social security was a ration book and feminism a blasphemous enterprise.
Caroline JanePublished 8 months ago in Families
My Will: In Glorious Technicolour
I am a vivid pandemonium In vibrant escalation A solitary sunbeam In a prism of fascination --- I am a crusader for expectation
Caroline JanePublished 9 months ago in Poets
