About CallmeJayne


Academic, Entrepreneur, Dreamer, Believer. I am happy to spend time with anyone who touches me, excites my senses or sparks my imagination.

I write very short fiction and poetry. Different versions of some of my stories appear on other story websites.

Jayne Good
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East Sussex, United Kingdom
Local Time:
31 May 2020 17:10
Favorite Books:
Lolita...Revolutionary Road...Brighton Rock...Hangover Square...Rabbit Is Rich...The Master And Margarita...Disgrace...The History Man.
Favorite Authors:
Raymond Carver, William Trevor, Patrick Hamilton, John Updike, Clive James, Graham Greene, T S Eliot, Thom Gunn, Charles Bukowski, Anthony Burgess, Guy de Maupassant, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Philip Roth, P.G. Wodehouse.
Favorite Movies:
Midnight Cowboy, A Clockwork Orange, Amadeus, Don't Look Now, Five Easy Pieces.
Favourite TV Shows:
The Crown, Madmen, Killing Eve
Favorite Music:
Classical and Jazz.


Date Joined:
10 Jan 2020
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Posted: 06 Feb 2020 06:05

Not sure how you arrived at Awash so:

Waste - Wants

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Ignore - Attend

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Fantasising - Wishing

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Envisioning - Dreaming

Topic: opposite word game
Posted: 31 Jan 2020 01:33

Divulge - Secrete

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Store - Roses

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Underhanded - sly

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Disreputable - Untrustworthy

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Skies - Sikhs

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Hacks - Shake

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"I must have fallen asleep and let the bottle I was warming boil dry." I didn't know her that well; just someone to chat with on a break. It was strange how confidences got shared in the hours before dawn.  "I shouldn't have been there anyway, so I just grabbed Martina and left town," she drunk the last of her coffee. We worked shifts for the utility company, sorting queries and...

Added 12 May 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 114 | 5 Comments

A New England

In the end the plague affected us all. It swept through the divided country, leaving a trail of disasters on deserted highways and a people with no direction home. Soon even the good looking stayed home on Saturday nights and muffins were no longer available on the shelves of the stark neon shops. Not even for ready money. While feeling very small, I sit by the banks of the old canal, to...

Added 01 May 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 149 | 4 Comments

Figlia Del Tuo Figlio

A sculpture, stands before the ocean, Fashioned from timbers Of the ships that trawled for fish. A sentinel to those forever silenced, Who the sea's lips accepted And it's throat consumed. The ones who set off hopefully, But never reached the terminus of home.  ...

Added 21 Apr 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 123 | 4 Comments

Man Friday

To me, you were always Friday, as you found me on that day, When searching eyes swept across a sawdust floor To where I preened, sleek as a parrot, on a stool in a Bristol bar.   Sheltered in our room, backs bent and hostage to the dark, You ploughed my furrow, spread your seed, As tongue lolled in silent scream, I tasted salt on midnight skin.   While scent of sandalwood drifted on...

Added 19 Apr 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 112 | 5 Comments

Baby I Love Your Way

If it hadn't been raining that day, I would never have caught the bus and consequently never met up with Ben again. We first met five years earlier, in the summer of 1978. It was the night of my best friend's twenty-first birthday party. We all had similar celebrations during our final year at university. Mostly they took place in one of the city's small airless clubs. Emma though had...

Added 26 Mar 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 206 | 5 Comments

The Tutor

You come on time, your coat hangs in the hall, A mind consumed with doubt on history, "Does it hold my future in its pages?" I reassure, cause of all my rages. For now, the patient task I will pursue Of gently drawing out, not putting in. Until I ride you in a careless way, In a single bed, on an autumn day....

Added 21 Mar 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 127 | 3 Comments

Retired Musician Offers Accommodation To Couple In Exchange For Household Duties

For Anya and Jason the advert was a dream come true. Jason could accept the well paid job in the city, while they saved for a home of their own.  Anya liked to keep house. Jason liked to work. Each afternoon the musician played his guitar while she cleaned. Hidden in a cupboard she found some old records with his younger face on the cover. One day he suggested a trip to the City Mall....

Added 09 Mar 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 230 | 6 Comments


“Well, I still think it's a shit name!”  Zoë tossed the glossy ten by eight back onto her editor's desk. She glanced at the press release. “Playing The Black Box tonight!  Sweet Jesus, why has their agent booked them into that toilet?” “I don't know, Zoë. That's why we employ slick young gunslingers like you. I'm just the editor. Aside from my haemorrhoids, my chief concerns are...

Added 05 Mar 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 200 | 5 Comments


In furnished rooms on Rue D'Orsay Sun glints on our brass bed, Where spread wide, unclothed and hungry, I hold your raven head   Come afternoon we skirt the Seine Press hands in dark cafés, Grow fat on cake and fragrant tea, Carried from far Cathay.   Each night the city gathers speed Beneath a map of stars, While we tangle limbs like dancers  In paintings by Degas.    ...

Added 01 Mar 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 124 | 4 Comments

All The Colours Of The Night

Often lately, when he is spent And I drift, abandoned in the dark. You colonise my restless mind To will my fingers strum and pick And flash like fishes, until our  Rough dark music, explodes In all the colours of the night....

Added 26 Feb 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 123 | 4 Comments

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Two men enter - One man leaves...
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