Dee Jay Kay
Hello there people, I am an amateur writing, interesting in getting my work out there, and for people to read it. Let me know what you think. Dee Jay Kay x
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.
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.
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.
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.
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…”
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.
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.
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.
Haven’s Peak Anthologies: Beneath The Pier
Have you ever felt like you’re always to blame for everything? Like even if you weren’t anywhere near it’s your fault. Well that’s what being a seventeen year old on Haven’s Peak is like. There are five of us and we are the only teens in our small village. Let me tell you a little about me and my friends. First, there is Benji. Benji is a tall muscled guy. He has short brown hair and deep blue eyes and that’s all we should know about him. His girlfriend is Fiona. Fiona is like the perfect Barbie girl, with big eyes and bigger dreams of leaving this place. Then we have Gerty. Gerty is our resident goth. Dark clothing, dark make up and more into the occult that anyone else in the village. Oh, and she prefers to be called Gaia. Next we have Winn. We is the most recent of the teens. He moved about a year ago from America with his dad who studied plants. Finally, there is me. I’m Harley. I think I’m ordinary especially when the others compare me to my comic book counterpart Ms Quinn but I don’t mind, compared to the others there’s nothing wrong with being ordinary. Ordinary is great.
Haven’s Peak Anthologies: The Lighthouse Keeper
The black spot. A way to communicate a death sentence sent by pirates. Whomever receives the black spot is doomed to be hunted down until their end. Or at least that’s what Seamus Malloy believed from reading in his latest book Treasure Island. Seamus adored reading but it was the only past time he had being the only human inhabitant of Haven’s Peak and the lighthouse. Seamus lived in the lighthouse alone with the only company being his carrier pigeons, the mail they bring and his books that he gets once every three months when a ship turns up for resupply. He wasn’t much of a people person and had jumped at the first opportunity to live in and run the newly built Lighthouse on Haven’s Peak. Even the rumours of death and curses couldn’t stop him from his isolation and from slowly building his dream library. He knew that by working as the lighthouse keeper he’d get silence and free food and living quarters. He also knew that his job was to be easy. This was the first lighthouse built to test whether you needed to go to the top of the building to light it, and Seamus was more than happy that it actually worked. He could stay in his cosy library/bedroom and all he had to do was turn a switch in the room at the right time each night, and he was always punctual. But that was the job and Seamus Malloy was Haven’s Peaks’ first lighthouse keeper.
Portfolio Part 1
Hello there world, it’s DeeJayKay here and I’ve decided that whilst at minimum I want to post a part of my story once a month, I do want to post a little more. So I’ve decided to do a Portfolio series. This is where I post some of my old written creations; they maybe be plays, short stories, poems or lyrics. In the first part of each segment, I plan on showing the unedited original version and I’ll go into the background of it to give a behind the scenes look at when I was written it. Then the following part will be an improved version of the original. When I say improved I mean that I plan on either re-creating it in a new format so a play to a prose or a poem to a play etc. If I don’t recreating then I will edit, slightly alter and possibly expand on them to showcase how I’ve changed from when I originally wrote it to where I am now, along with giving me more writing outputs.