Ashley Bailey
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Writer of rubbish from Yorkshire, England.
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How to Create Utopia
My dearest Adrian. I am scratching out this letter purely for the sake of posterity. CORDULA would never permit you to read this even if I had the courage to send it. You have no doubt heard many things about me over the last few months, and I will not lie to you – they are all probably true. I am not writing to defend myself, I understand I have not always been the best mother, nor have I been a good person. No, I am writing because it is important that I explain the truth about CORDULA. Even if this poorly scrawled letter will spend eternity mouldering in some old ruin.
By Ashley Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
The Ones Who Watch
My muse sits on the ascetic bed, stroking her luscious auburn mane and staring at the crumbling wall. I sit and observe, utterly entranced by this heavenly figure. AdultFemale#9657, my Catherine, was a ray of light in this world populated by disgusting grey-faced creatures. With an infinite gulf of circuitry between us, I rest back in my chair and take in all the visual delights Catherine provided me. Her cherry lips, so plump and tempting; the disarming blue eyes, inviting pale neck. The heart-shaped locket which frames her neck. Observing her, I feel so alive, more than I felt was possible in this lugubrious world. I touch the glass screen with my putrescent hand and sigh with delight.
By Ashley Bailey5 years ago in Horror
He, the Eternal Death
The Pale Man watched the setting-sun bear down on the crumbling city. Long shadows hid the corpse city amongst the red soil. Like the others, it was a relic of a bygone age; left to rot deep within the Earth. He could not recall the city’s name. A final act of disrespect perhaps, but by this point, they all looked the same to him.
By Ashley Bailey5 years ago in Horror
