J. Jay

Joined February 2021

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Bio

I like to share my art and writings, whether it's silly or serious. I'll also feature a comic I work on called Writing Whoas, which is about the joys and hardships of being a writer. Stick around to laugh or cry.

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A Blast from the Past
Shouldn’t be laughing, but this writer sucks! Oh wait… That’s my handwriting. --------------------------------- Previous:
By J. Jay9 days ago in Poets
Priorities
Tell me a story or two or four press pause for one and go searching for more - - - - - - - - The work is never finished
By J. Jay2 months ago in Poets
Top Story - February 2024
When someone's writing is better than yoursTop Story - February 2024
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I should not compare Brilliant prose to my own But it’s addicting
By J. Jay2 months ago in Poets
Pain in the Back
Word Hunt Ow, my back. I’m hunched up like a crab, writing and crowding my many notepads. - - - - - Why sit like a princess
By J. Jay2 months ago in Poets
Top Story - January 2024
The Anxiety Arc: FinaleTop Story - January 2024
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By J. Jay4 months ago in Poets
Aspiring ______
Everything hinged on one dream, But it sunk in a sugar-tar land Draw up a new escape scheme. - Gates crumbled; the sun snuffed her beam
By J. Jay4 months ago in Poets
The Anxiety Arc: Parts 7-9
Troll Toll Another bridge to merge the gap. Bind it and seal it, warp it and weave it. - I tear and I glue,
By J. Jay4 months ago in Poets
NaNoWriMo the Frenemy Poem
NaNoWriMo the Frenemy Poem You must push yourself, rush yourself, cram in that writing time. Steal a minute, an hour,
By J. Jay5 months ago in Poets
The Anxiety Arc: Parts 4-6
Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Nothing Spinning Everything Spinning Nothing Spinning... An invisible thread
By J. Jay6 months ago in Poets
The Anxiety Arc: Parts 1-3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Entertaining the Intruder A frequent visitor has come over to play
By J. Jay6 months ago in Poets
Techne High
There wasn’t much color left in the world. The day was grey, like all other days. People in grey uniforms and grey suits walked on grey walkways next to grey buildings. I watched their solitary marches as we drove past them, wondering if the only difference between us and the androids was the blood under our skin. And even then, blood was just a sophisticated energy supply.
By J. Jay7 months ago in Fiction
It's too Spicy
Reality is a burning spice; difficult to fully swallow.
By J. Jay7 months ago in Poets

J. Jay

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A Blast from the Past

Priorities

When someone's writing is better than yoursTop Story - February 2024

Pain in the Back

The Anxiety Arc: FinaleTop Story - January 2024

Aspiring ______

The Anxiety Arc: Parts 7-9

NaNoWriMo the Frenemy Poem

The Anxiety Arc: Parts 4-6

The Anxiety Arc: Parts 1-3

Techne High

It's too Spicy

Stories (34/0)