Tag Archives: Andrea Rayn

  She’s waiting for another train She’s given it a share of chances Into another country again No tears for the lies he told No letter on the bedroom chair No message written on the mirror Leave it looking like … Continue reading

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In The Company Of Ghosts…

London east, and I’m standing still. When I feel the age old past reaching out from busy streets. The people I pass are mere shadows… hushing by like in a dream but the derelict buildings they talk and the ghosts … Continue reading

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Life down town ;-)

Two kinds that are obsessed with murder; those committing them and those who write about them… novelists, yes. Gangster, mobster… red-light fascination… Business, legit or shady… How thin is the line really? 😉 Oh, I’m off to have coffee with … Continue reading

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Politically correct??? Nah…!

Politically correct??? Nah…!    Seriously, I dislike that term ‘politically correct’… and the people who pretend to be! Really. I have been accused of being politically INcorrect in the past… and you know, it’s a compliment. Because, I actually physically helped … Continue reading

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Get ready for ‘Ruthless’!

Ruthless is not your average kinda girl… would you date a hit-girl? Introducing ‘I am Ruthless’ – new upcoming style and trademark by Rayn (c) (Andréa Rayn )  Read her shameless, shocking blog posts from the dark web here before they … Continue reading

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excerpt from: ‘The Deadly Construction’, book by Andréa Rayn

[… The girl panicked and started to scream as loud as she could… making the most pitiful, howling sounds that could escape her closed lips. She fought as hard as she could to liberate her limbs from this bondage, but … Continue reading

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The Moped – night-time thought

The Moped Each time at night when I hear a motorcycle or a moped outside in the streets somewhere in the distance…driving, passing… fading…it reminds me of my first memories. The first memories I’ve had. I remember lying in bed … Continue reading

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