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A whole life was contained within that one bag. His life in a black and orange zip-up hold all. This was all he had left, a few assorted belongings of minimal importance in the scale of things. A couple of soggy books, a knitted sweater (now stretched) a pair of tennis shoes, a frying pan, two plastic bowls, a plastic statue of liberty souvenir and a basketball. Everything else had been ruined in the deluge.

» Posted By RJay On 05.12.2012 @ 7:30 am


What the fan-hordes didn’t know about Dana was that their favourite actress was beginning to hate the limelight. She despised the attention, being stopped in the grocery store, in the queue for the ladies. The camera flash was branded onto the inner side of her eyelid; it glared even when she tried to close her eyes to sleep. As a kid, Dana was never outgoing and had the school report card to prove it. She built a cardboard box of a world with her love of pretending. Pretending to be someone else in a different life.

» Posted By RJay On 05.10.2012 @ 9:31 am


Salty, stinging, searing, ice-cold water. Sea green. Spitting. Choking. Cast about like flotsam in the tide. Drowning.

» Posted By RJay On 05.08.2012 @ 5:19 am


She looked up at the steel grey sky and let the rain run off her upturned face. Once upon a time she hated the sound of the rain drumming on the roof because it meant time trapped in the confines of the house or a bold dash to the car with soggy shoes and umbrellas that dripped and poked your eye out. Now she would do anything to hear the rain fall hard as it bounced off the pavement or off the roof of the car. Instead she was trapped in the confines of a soundless world and the constrant dizzy thrum of nothingness.

» Posted By RJay On 05.03.2012 @ 7:22 pm


Externally we are exactly the same, you and I. We share the same DNA…the same blood runs red through our veins. And yet we are two – separate in our distinct identities and minds charged with a different array of memories.

I’m glad we don’t share each other’s thoughts because we’d drive each other insane.

» Posted By RJay On 05.01.2012 @ 8:51 pm

Externally we are exactly the same, you and I. We share the same DNA…the same blood runs through our veins. And yet we are two – separate in our distinct identities and minds charged with different memories. I’m glad we don’t share each others thoughts because that would drive me insane.

» Posted By RJay On 05.01.2012 @ 8:46 pm


Hallow: to make holy or sacred. To revere. She has made some things sacred which should not be, and revered one she should not. It was a hollow hope, one full of wasted desires and scattered dreams. To love Him and the power of His resurrection, breathing life to her weary bones. He was the One to be loved.

» Posted By RJay On 04.30.2012 @ 9:15 pm


“Where were you last night?” he asked, one bushy grey eyebrow arched up towards his receeding hairline.
“Nowhere” said the girl sullenly, staring at the floor.
“You had to be somewhere, surely one cannot be nowhere”
“Well I was nowhere, doing nothing,” she snapped.
“We need an alibi Kate, if you want us to believe you are innocent.”
She turned her head and looked up slowly, eyes peering coldly between her jagged fringe.
“But I’m not innocent.”

» Posted By RJay On 04.29.2012 @ 2:00 pm


There was just a tiny sliver of light shining between the frame and the door, casting a slice of brightness on the cobbled floor. Edward ducked down in the shadows and held his breath as he pressed one cheek against cold stone and squinted to see into the room beyond.

» Posted By RJay On 04.28.2012 @ 3:17 pm


Drifting aimlessly through the night sky are two balloons of the silver birthday kind. The number is just about visible from this distance. They float sliently above a steetlamp, the dangling cords reaching out for the soft warmth of yellow light – longing to be treasured – before sliding out of view behind the multistorey carpark. Forever 21.

» Posted By RJay On 04.27.2012 @ 2:32 pm


Stacked in bundles and scattered about the flor in a sea of black and white were posters, hundreds of them filling every corner of the dingy room. Damien coughed and wafted his hand before his nose to waft away the dust.

» Posted By RJay On 04.26.2012 @ 11:54 am


Slowly, the pair circled each other, limbs twitching slightly as if psyching up to the main event. The bigger of the two was jet black and shining in the afternoon sun. Wolf, they called him. The smaller one, Jackal, had tawny brown hair and chunky legs which tensed suddenly as he sprung into action in a heartbeat. Their arena was a jar, and the cheering audience four freckled boys with their elbows propped up on the long bench. The spider wars had begun.

» Posted By RJay On 04.25.2012 @ 11:33 am


It rumbled in the dark tunnel, a deep throaty sound that rattled around the walls and made them shake. Dave knew there was little time to spare. He threw himself against the side, shielding his face against crumbling brick. He felt the terrifying rush of fear through his veins. The hellish machine rushed forwards, incessently. There was no stopping it.

» Posted By RJay On 04.21.2012 @ 4:18 pm


There it was, a swan, graceful as can be in the mass of a pond that rippled to the light morning breeze. I sat up a little straighter on the bench and smiled.

» Posted By RJay On 04.20.2012 @ 9:06 pm

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