Caroline Jane
Bio
Warm-blooded vertebrate, domesticated with a preference for the wild. Howls at the moon and forages on the dark side of it. Laughs like a hyena. Fuelled by good times and fairy dust. Writes obsessively with no holes barred.
Achievements (15)
Stories (128/0)
- Top Story - May 2024
"Have a Butchers at that!"
No matter where you are in the UK, brunch is big business. From the trendiest eateries in the big city independent quarters to the suburban backstreet caffs, you will find some homage to the quintessentially British Fry-up everywhere you go.
By Caroline Jane24 days ago in Feast
An Ode to the Flavours of Rhodes
I write this as the sun shines. The blades of grass that are ankle-high on my lawn shimmer as the wind ruffles through them in swirls. They look like they are watching an erratic tennis match. From here, in my kitchen, it is tempting to imagine sitting amongst them, perhaps with a bowl of strawberries and cream on my lap. But then, a big, dark, blooming cloud sashays across and blocks out the sun, stealing the shimmer of the grass and the golden light from my patio window. Cold drops down like the blade of a sword, and I remember that I can't sit on the grass because the earth beneath it is soaked with months of rain and that if I wanted to enjoy the warmth of the outside, I would need thermals to see the distance. The swing in temperatures going on today is verging on violence
By Caroline Janeabout a month ago in Feast
- Top Story - April 2024
- Top Story - March 2024
Becoming ITop Story - March 2024
As dawn breaks night's terror with a sure and steady hand, the harbinger's scream has faded to an echo of memory. In its wake, nothing but a buzzy chirp and coo of conversation scores the canopy of my trees. The day rolling in is gentle, the air calm and cooling, with skies a soothing powdered blue. Dew glistens in dapples along my mossy pathways, coaxing the rising sun's warmth into the last of night's shadows where blood, splashed from kills onto the loin of my trees, remains wet.
By Caroline Jane2 months ago in Fiction
A Trifling We Go...
Cards on the table, I am a BIG trifle fan. It seems to me to be the dessert that has everything. Cream, cake, custard, alcohol, fruit, jelly... whatever you have in, bang it in a bowl in layers and celebrate something! It especially appeals because it is traditionally made to make use of stale cake. No leftovers in the bin will always be a win in my book. Team trifle all the way, and I stand by that even as I discovered today that the recipe for "trifle" was first published in a 1585 British Recipe book by Thomas Dawson called The Good Huswifes Jewell. Sounds a class read. Not. Still, times move, and trifle has with it...
By Caroline Jane3 months ago in Feast
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Never Lived in North West England in February
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By Caroline Jane3 months ago in Poets
- Runner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge
The Endlessness of EverythingRunner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge
The police lights strobe across the white moorland in manga licks of blue softened and soaked by rolling drifts of dawn's breaking mists. The distant wintered trees hang as ghouls in the flanks, silhouettes seamed with indigo against a fading brittle grey sky.
By Caroline Jane3 months ago in Fiction