Aasha Bianchini
Bio
Avid reader, writer, and lover of all things classical.
You'll find me tapping away at my keyboard creating characters for my first novel, whilst listening to Tchaikovsky or Shostakovich.
Stories (14)
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Stay with me
Your presence falters. Distorted. Almost transparent. Your hand numbly slips through my fingers. “Don’t go___ stay with me.” Tears flood down my cheeks like a waterfall. “Love, I’ll always be with you, you just won’t be able to see me,” George flashes his infectious smile. Without my consent my mouth pulls at the corners as if strings are manipulating me like a puppet. “You promise?” my voice is hoarse, and I barely choke the words out. “Forever,” he whispers, sincerity sparkling in his turquoise eyes. His breath touches my face, lips feverish, a passionate fire.
By Aasha Bianchini3 years ago in Fiction
Just keep believing
“Just write!” I tell myself when, well, let’s face it no words come to mind. “Put your pen to paper and let your hand guide you, no, your heart,” I say. Frustrated with myself for not being able to write anything onto the blank page. Thinking I am not good enough or smart enough to write anything great, I neglect any reasonable idea or a decent paragraph that could be salvaged into a piece of work I may be tempted to be proud of.
By Aasha Bianchini3 years ago in Journal
JASPA
Her name means bearer of treasure or a precious stone. It suits her immensely; no other name could make her character and personality flourish. Jaspa it is. Sweet, erratic, and what I believe to be most important about her is her protection for me like a mother’s strength and shielding towards her child except intensified by a female dogs’ senses.
By Aasha Bianchini3 years ago in Humans
