Bristol Beach
When we laughed and cried with the moon.
The drinks at the bar were expensive and watered down, But we still tipped the person making them. The karaoke blaring was obnoxiously too loud,
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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One Last Time
I hadn’t entered the room since the night that it happened. How could I? Everything about her space remained the same. Frozen in time. I was afraid to face it. Afraid of the day we may move away from this house, and everything she’s ever touched will be lost forever. But tonight, I swallowed my heart and reached for the knob. The white wooden door was covered with posters of her favorite tv shows and musical artists. On top of the collage a sign that said “DO NOT ENTER” was nailed into the wood. Too Bad, Abby. I’m entering.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.Those last 8 lines are stunning! You are so good at writing about where you’re from, bringing your readers there. Your writing is a sensory experience.
I like this one. It has a vividness that can only be known through experience, and you translate that well for someone who has never been to that place.
This line reminded of a song by Dar Williams, "Callling the Moon": Opening up only to show us the moon when we deserved her presence. But my favorite lines are the last two. It felt like a story that ended on a perfect note.
Oh wow, so nice, so beautiful. Actually made me miss home and simple summers. Really loved this!
Awwww!!@ This is fabulous!!! Loving ir!!!♥️♥️💕
This is great! Just wondering, are you by chance in New England? I grew up there and know what a packie is. I just haven't heard it much since I left MA.
Aww. Definitely need more of these
☺️✨I loved these magical little moments - ones we need more of. Thanks for sharing Ashley.