Carolyn Bayne

“Life is a roller coaster” by Carolyn Bayne

Submitted to Contest #9

The house looked symbolic surrounded by the greenery of the hills and valleys and by the natural plant life. It was true that the Harper family had treaded into a domain alien to their current surroundings. They had left their homeland, Canada to pursue a new life chasing his dreams. He was an architect, Jeff Harper, it was his dream they were following. Gina Harper, an interior designer, worked on the rich and famous properties of Hollywood. The teenagers Tia and Zafra had both finished their final exams to pur...

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“Make do” by Carolyn Bayne

Submitted to Contest #9

Deep in the mountains of Tijuana, lay a small village, where the people lived so humbly. They didn't really need much for they were satisfied with what they had.  The village had remained how it was for many decades, the young had moved away to the city leaving the older folk to tend to their wares. It was the same for Miguel and Rosina, who were childhood sweet hearts, they got married very young and were still together, they had a secret to their longevity of togetherness but never revealed...

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“The Tailor” by Carolyn Bayne

He had lived his whole life doing what he knows best, it all started way back in the early years from 10 years old, learning the trade from his grandmother in one of the old plantation houses. He would be sent by his mother to take food for his grandmother, who worked for the lady of the house.They lived in an old Chattel house near the mountains by a flowing stream, the house where John had to go to, was a mile away from them, and each afternoon his mother would pack him up with food stuff. As a 10 year old, John knew all the short cuts and...

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“There'll be another on the way” by Carolyn Bayne

It was the middle of September on one of the busy city streets, the pace was fast and overcrowding, pushing and shoving of almost everyone. The cars could only go one way, the buses had their freedom to go in all directions, the crowds were getting larger as the day moved on. It was the same for most days, except Sunday, where the worshippers were busy cascading within the narrow streets and lanes. On this particular day, it was a Wednesday late morning, the city controller took his time with each person as he gave d...

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“The Takeover” by Carolyn Bayne

This is Bill's story:Bill Proctor, worked for a construction company on the outskirts of the city, he was the middle manager in one of the offices of Promedical Securities.   It was his job to facilitate his employees to get each job assigned and completed and allow for any complaints pending. Bill worked non stop everyday, very rarely did he take time for annual leave, but always allowed space for his staff, making sure they were adequately cared for.It was on this particular day when John, the acting supervisor saw a ru...

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“The Catch” by Carolyn Bayne

It was going to be a long shot, not knowing where to turn to, he staked his life on this pitch, but felt it would take a long time before it pulled through. Jonathan was risk taker, he was the Manager of Microdot Medical Centre. it was quite a large and industrious place, and the more Jonathan knew of any new infrastructure, he would dive into the deep end.It was late autumn, coming up to winter, Christmas was arriving, there was already tinsel and Christmas decorations in shop windows, and everyone mingling around the areas. Jonat...

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“Treasure” by Carolyn Bayne

SCENE ONE:     It is the peak of the season, lazy hot summers lingers. The pale of the sea sweeping the waves, a million times over, as the sun sets its’ golden yellow glow, along the sandy beaches to a faraway place, a place where dreams are made and not born.   They felt lost almost in isolation, freeing themselves from the crowd, to be alone once again, before her departure. Looking out far beyond the neighbouring island along the horizons of the shore, he felt her hand touch his, longing to do more than he could, he daren’...

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“The Winner” by Carolyn Bayne

Submitted to Contest #3

Colourful shades light up the bright roof tops within the deep blue sky of the Caribbean, the weather is the hottest it has ever been for years. There has hardly been any birds because of the heat, the trees have turned from deep green to a cosy brown, looking over the roof tops again, seeing the exotic villas of pinks and yellows. Only the idle rich can afford such luxury, that was me, for the first time in my life, I can say, I now have it all.It all started when I finally finished my piece of writing, for the first time I had ho...

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“Little Clarendon Stree” by Carolyn Bayne

September 1981The weather was dry and cold, I had my winter coat on. The clouds were a greyish white, making the streets seem dismal. That’s when I saw it for the first time, the long street, with the colourful shops on display. Walking slowly pass each shop, first it was the oriental shop selling the trendy Kung Fu Slippers that was what they were called, to all the different types of oriental clothing.The restaurants seemed so quiet and funky, but they weren’t opened yet. The bank wasn’t yet opened either, but there was time to browse thro...

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“The Tailor” by Carolyn Bayne

He had lived his whole life doing what he knows best, it all started way back in the early years from 10 years old, learning the trade from his grandmother in one of the old plantation houses. He would be sent by his mother to take food for his grandmother, who worked for the lady of the house.They lived in an old Chattel house near the mountains by a flowing stream, the house where John had to go to, was a mile away from them, and each afternoon his mother would pack him up with food stuff. As a 10 year old, John knew all the short cuts and...

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“The Miracle Maker” by Carolyn Bayne

Stanley, didn’t want to go bed, he felt like he was always the one to be the first to go upstairs to bed, just because he was the youngest. His mother would whisper in his ear a tale of surprise but this time, it didn’t work.   The family were around for the holidays, there was Grandpa George and Grandma Jean, two older siblings and Stanley. Patrick, their father was busy on the night shift and their mother always tried to make things easier for them, especially, Stanley, as he was quite delicate and sensitive.Reluctantly...

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“Treasure” by Carolyn Bayne

  It is the peak of the season, lazy hot summers lingers. The pale of the sea sweeping the waves, a million times over, as the sun sets its’ golden yellow glow, along the sandy beaches to a faraway place, a place where dreams are made and not born. They felt lost almost in isolation, freeing themselves from the crowd, to be alone once again, before her departure. Looking out far beyond the neighbouring island along the horizons of the shore, he felt her hand touch his, longing to do more than he could, he daren’t for fear of the consequ...

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