Ashley Anthony
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✨ Storyteller | 💭 Deep Thinker
📚 Genres I breathe: Drama | Mystery | Sci-Fi | Real-life Confessions
🎤 Every story is a voice someone’s afraid to use — I lend mine.
💌 Let’s connect through the unwritten.
Stories (9)
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I Am Lost
There are mornings when I wake up and forget who I’m supposed to be. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, the weight of everything pressing on my chest like an invisible hand. The world outside keeps moving—cars pass, people rush, alarms go off—but inside me, everything feels still. Not peaceful still, but empty still. Like drifting in space with no stars to guide me.
By Ashley Anthony7 months ago in Confessions
My Father Is My Hero
From the outside, my father is just another man—quiet, reserved, a little gray at the temples, often seen fixing things around the house or tending to the small garden he loves. But to me, he is more than that. My father is my hero—not because he wears a cape or has superpowers, but because of the quiet strength he carries within him, the unwavering love he offers, and the way he’s always been there, even when life got tough.
By Ashley Anthony7 months ago in Families
Good or Bad
It was the kind of morning that felt like a blank page. The sun rose soft and amber over the sleepy town of Willow Creek, painting golden stripes across rooftops, and chasing the mist from the cobbled streets. The air held that rare stillness that makes you feel like anything is possible.
By Ashley Anthony8 months ago in Fiction
The Signal from Orion
It came at 03:14 a.m. GMT on February 4th, 2049. A pulse—structured, rhythmic, too complex to be natural. It originated near the Orion Belt, 1,300 light-years away. And it was encoded with something humanity had never encountered before: language.
By Ashley Anthony8 months ago in Fiction
The Last Library
The world ended not with a bang, but with a slow, persistent silence. Fifty years ago, the Great Forgetting began. It wasn’t a war or a virus—just... loss. People woke up not remembering their names. Entire histories faded from minds, cultures collapsed not from conflict, but from erasure. No one knew why. It was as if knowledge itself had slipped through the cracks of human thought.
By Ashley Anthony8 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heir
The bell over the door tinkled with a sound as delicate as a whisper, despite its rusted spring and age. Elliot Travers stepped into the clock shop his grandfather had owned for nearly sixty years, inhaling the scent of varnished wood, oil, and time. It hadn’t changed in the two decades since he’d last visited as a boy—though the man who once stood behind the counter, stooped and grinning, was now gone.
By Ashley Anthony8 months ago in Fiction
I Am Going to Win
I Am Going to Win Turning Doubt into Determination, and Dreams into Destiny There was a time when Sarah couldn’t look in the mirror without feeling like a failure. She was 28 years old, unemployed, and back living with her parents in a small rural town. The world had told her to follow her passion, but when she did, it seemed the world forgot to follow back.
By Ashley Anthony8 months ago in Motivation
The Power of Knowing Yourself
Who Am I: The Power of Knowing Yourself A Journey Through Struggle, Strength, and Self-Belief I remember staring into the mirror one rainy afternoon, asking a question I had been too afraid to face for years: Who am I? The answer didn’t come in a flash of clarity, nor did it arrive after reading a self-help book or listening to a podcast. It came slowly, painfully—through real struggles, failures, and the unexpected wisdom of everyday life.
By Ashley Anthony8 months ago in Motivation
