Ashley Lima
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I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Reminisce
The color of your eyes when you wear the shirt I bought for your birthday.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
Death in the Clouds
Forever frozen; At least the view is pretty. Everest's revenge.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
Volcano
The silent giant, Asleep for millennia: Beware his return.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
Stevie. Runner-Up in 24/7 Companion Challenge.
Stevie is dead. I found her on the floor of my last rental, lifeless, after helping my neighbors with a task. I wasn't gone for more than ten minutes, but it was enough time for her to succumb to whatever silent illness was plaguing her.
By Ashley Lima3 years ago in Petlife
Nonsense
The line between motivated and giving up is thin. I’m in constant contemplation of my purpose and nowhere close to finding the answer. Why is it that I write? I have these wild dreams and vivid imaginings of recognition and fame that I do not deserve. Nothing I have to say is any special, so why do I trick myself into thinking words are my purpose?
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
The Lonely Locomotive
I sat with my legs crossed peering out the window. I didn’t mind the view. The rolling hills of the English countryside always tickled my fancy. Different shades of green covered the land, mowed into nice fields. Cows and sheep mingled with one another, separately. Charming, quaint, classic, Tudor houses sprinkled the hillsides. It felt like home. Home. Where was my home?
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
Backyard Blues
The ground was cold beneath me. I could feel the morning dew beginning to arrive as it tickled my skin. The gray of dawn set upon me and all I could think about was the fact that I wasn’t supposed to be here. I don’t feel like I’m supposed to be anywhere anymore.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 4 years ago
Companion
I’ll never get him back. My sweet Mochi, gone forever. He snuck out the shoji this morning and now it’s night over the countryside. He always comes back at nighttime. Every time I hear the bamboo rustling in the yard I check to see if he’s making his way home, but it’s always the wind. Rei has been taking care of me through my grief. She’s been swearing up and down that Mochi will make a reappearance, but I’m not so sure.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 4 years ago
