Dee Jay Kay
Bio
Hello there people, I am an amateur in writing, interesting in getting my work out there, and for people to read it. Let me know what you think. Dee Jay Kay x
Stories (21/0)
Darkness, thy name is…
Hello there world. A little disclaimer as this may seem darker than intended. So I started writing a story about regrets and being able to change things. I had two endings to go off. One ending was sort of it’s a wonderful life style, where the narrator is actually happier with the way things where. The other ending was more like black mirror, where there would be a twist in which the narrator was in a beta test and it went wrong, quite darkly due to things not being happier. However, as I began to write I began to feel myself pouring onto the page. What began as a little carthatic writing, transformed into more into non-fiction and was closer to the truth of what went on. As I finished it. I realised that neither ending would work. The first was too happily ever after, whilst the second was too fictional. Honestly, I’m sadder than when I started writing it. Now I’m not going to delete it, nor am I going to post it (just yet, maybe in the future). However, I am trying to release some of the negative emotions that have been brought up with the story by writing this instead.
By Dee Jay Kay3 months ago in Poets
Body Count
For whoever reads this, I am sorry. My name is Matti and I need to tell you why I died or the truth of what happened to us. I don’t know, all I know is I am one of many who are known to be cursed and my curse is to kill or be killed I guess. It’s complicated let me start from the beginning.
By Dee Jay Kay6 months ago in Fiction
The Death and Soul of the Party
A long time ago, before the world gained light and darkness ruled, humanity was created. A sentient being created as an experiment on life itself. Our creators became known as Angels. They were benevolent beings who wanted to see if they could. Then a divide between the angels occurred. There was those who wanted to leave humanity alone, seeing that as a species, we could grow and that their experiment was a success. Then there was those who wanted to use humanity as play things, as further specimens and some wished to wipe them out and start again. This began a great war.
By Dee Jay Kay7 months ago in Fiction
The Blue Queen (Part 7)
Finley snapped back to reality when he heard Ciara’s voice next to him. “How long has it stopped moving?” Her voice was loud and clear. He stared at her and watched her move towards the large man. “About half an hour now,” he grumbled back to her, “you think that’s enough time?” Finley watched as Ciara put her finger to her lips, and was deep in thought. “Probably but I think you should come with in case it moves again. Morgreg, that ok with you?” Finley watched the man shift awkwardly before nodding politely. The man stood up and Finley finally saw that he was about 7-8ft tall, and moved rather quickly considering his size. Ciara and Morgreg where already near the end of the entrance hallway when Ciara turned. “Are you coming or not?” She announced her tone reluctant but firm, clearly directed to Finley. Finley rushed down to the hallway to them before they made their way down stairs. “Morgreg Wisebane, internet troll and hacking expert. This is Finley…” Ciara introduced, Finley could feel the roll of her eyes in her voice, “Marvell. Unwanted partner but we have to bring him.” He could hear Morgreg snicker. “Jumped off a building again, you were warned.” Ciara elbowed him playfully. Finley noted that she seemed to be more approachable and nicer than his first meeting. They got to the bottom of the stairs and walked into a large parking garage. There was a mismatch of cars on one side and various shaped vans on the other. Ciara led them to the small white van which said Grimes’ Clean and Shine on the side. Morgreg clambered into the back and Finley was shocked he fit easily inside. He moved towards the passenger side door before Ciara held up her hand. “You’re in the back with Morgreg,” she commanded. Finley stared at her in disbelief. ‘Surely I won’t fit in there with the troll,’ he thought hesitating. Ciara rolled her eyes and moved towards the side door. She waved her hand almost as if she was on a show presenting prizes. Finley poked his head inside. Morgreg was sat comfortably at a desk with numerous monitors and appeared to be transferring data from the computer he was at upstairs. On the back wall, where Finley had expected the back doors to be, was a variety of gizmos and gadgets. Next to that was another long seat, that could easily fit another three people. “Spatial magic,” she announced smugly.
By Dee Jay Kay7 months ago in Fiction
To All Whom Survive
To all whom survive. It feels like it was a century ago, the day they arrived. They were named the Nanites. A highly intelligent and technologically advanced alien species from far away. I honestly don’t remember where specifically I just know it isn’t our solar system. Before all of the destruction and before all of the death, it wasn’t revealed to the public. The governments wanted to discuss things first, study the aliens, find out what they wanted before they announced to the world their arrival. It was going smoothly or so I believed.
By Dee Jay Kay9 months ago in Fiction
The Trickster’s Curse
Lord Montgomery Salvator looked up at the grinning moon as it bounced in the sky. He knew that his wife hated any moon that wasn’t full and knew that her mood would be difficult to deal with because she had seen this. He turned to face his coachman who had been waiting for him to get into the carriage before he cleared his throat. “What time will we arrive at the manor?” The coachman straighten up after being spoken to but did not leave his position by the carriage door. “If we go through the night, we will arrive by mid-morning.” His response was cold but firm. The Lord nodded before clambering in the carriage unsteadily. “That would be fine. I would rather return to a comfortable bed sooner and I’m sure my dearest feels the same.” Montgomery took a seat across from his wife, Eleanor, who appeared to be looking at her fingernails in boredom. It had been a long time since Eleanor had enjoyed the company of her husband and now she wouldn’t even hide it in front of him. She sighed and turned away from her nails and her husband, staring out the window. Montgomery wished he could see into her mind and stared longingly at her whilst the coachman jolted the carriage alive and their journey began.
By Dee Jay Kayabout a year ago in Fiction
Portfolio Series: Victimise Part 2
White walls. Padded… no cushioned. Soft to the touch. Apparently they can’t tell where my mind is and whether I’m a danger to myself. I’ve never thought of myself as a danger but I guess I’m in here for a reason. The padded cell of mental institution, court mandated. I still don’t know why I’m here. I didn’t do anything wrong. I just did it, like my parents. They all asked me to do it. I got consent. That’s what everyone is on about these days, consent? Anyway, they all said to do it and now I’m here, waiting for someone to see me and explain. I find myself pacing constantly, I always was impatient but I guess now I’m an impatient in patient. I tap my foot and I wait all day, but I’ve been told that the doctor will see me today. I don’t know how they can call those people doctors but there’s a lot of people known as doctors who aren’t interested in helping people medically. I decide to sit on the bed and close my eyes. I miss my tool. The coolness on my skin and how sticky it gets afterwards. I think about that to pass the time.
By Dee Jay Kayabout a year ago in Fiction
The Blue Queen (Part 6)
Finley was leaning against a metal bannister as he watched his little tracking but flash around the screen. He knew they had to wait for it to stop, so they could converge on the Adze’s location but after being touched and how Ciara seemed to dislike him, Finley was more impatient than ever. He just wanted to get it over with and then he can leave but he knew it would look bad if he didn’t finish his first mission. He stared as Vanessa walked over to a large man with a bulbous nose. He was wearing half rimmed glasses and had a keyboard twice as big as a normal one to fit his giant hands. He couldn’t help but wonder is this guy a troll as he’d never met one before. He eyes flicked back to the screen as the dot seemed to stop but after a second it carried on moving. Finley took a deep breath as his mind began to drift. He thought about his life and why he even wanted to be an assassin. ‘It’s not like being a mortal, you don’t have a choice you either are or you’re not a hunter. But I guess us immortals get more options for stuff like this,’ he thought before letting out a deep sigh, he didn’t want to show it but Ciara had really got to him. ‘What would my dad say at a time like this?’ He pondered. Finley closed his eyes gently and heard his father’s voice emanate in his mind, ‘son, if you don’t try you’ll never know. That’s how you was born through a random opportunity.’ He smirked at his dad’s words and it brought him back to the story of how his dad met his mum, and why he was born.
By Dee Jay Kayabout a year ago in Fiction
Haven’s Peak Anthologies: The Crimson Tide
Riley was dripping from the ocean, she had a towel wrapped around her and she was shivering. She watched as an officer walked towards her as she sat on the beachside. “Hello, I’m Officer Steele, chief of the Haven’s Peak police. I understand you’ve gone through something traumatic but is there any chance you can explain what happened?” Riley just stared past him at the body of her friend, concern plagued her face. “I know it’s hard miss, but you have three other members of your group still unaccounted for and whilst we look I need to know what has happened. We can do this in the station if you prefer…”
By Dee Jay Kayabout a year ago in Fiction
Haven’s Peak Anthologies: Vita
Water, Earth, Fire, Air and Life. The five elements that mystically make up the universe. We each represented one. I was the last to join the coven we had made. My real name is Melody but for the coven I was named Saol, for life, not a choice I had but that’s what was necessary. It was weird being the only female in the group, especially considering the belief that a woman is only good for the home. I hoped that when I joined it wasn’t just to be mother to the four men. I was right with that hope but my story only starts here.
By Dee Jay Kayabout a year ago in Fiction
Haven’s Peak Anthologies: Left Behind
I was once surrounded by so many others. They say we were trapped but I didn’t feel trapped, in fact for once in my life I felt connected to everyone else. I remember a time when I was on my own, a time where all that I was depended on what others thought of me. I was trapped then, waiting for someone to free me and take me with them. Then, one day, I woke up here. I must have been freed in my sleep as now I had a family, friends and a place where I belonged. Although, not everyone believed that this was freedom like me. In fact many believed we were stuck here forever. I didn’t believe them though. There was so many interesting people in our little town. There was the drunk who I got told to never talk to, the mayor who ran for every election even when it wasn’t election time and then there was my best friend. He was so cool. He always wore shades and said that life was a rollercoaster. I had never been on a rollercoaster but I always imagine he meant it was so much fun. We lived happily here.
By Dee Jay Kayabout a year ago in Fiction
Haven’s Peak Anthologies: Her Name on the Wind
Day 1 My dearest Aoife, I hope this letter finds you well. I have recently become betrothed to a loyal man named Finneas. I am utterly smitten with him, dear sister. However, as you travel from Dublin to Belfast, I have some upsetting news for you. Finneas has been hired as the head carpenter for an expedition to the Isle of Haven’s Peak. It is upsetting because it means that I am leaving you before you return. I am excited for my prospects on the Isle. Hopefully, Finneas plans to build the church after our home is built so that we can be married. When that happens I will send out an invitation for you to join us on our special day. I will write again once we have settled in and the postal service has begun on the Isle and across the sea. For now my dearest sister, Bon voyage as they say. E.
By Dee Jay Kayabout a year ago in Fiction
