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I think manhattan sounds nice. I’ve heard of the Manhattan project, but I honestly have no idea what that is.The words man and hat being in the name make me think of the mad hatter from Alice and Wonderland.

Posted By ashley On 05.16.2013 @ 12:30 pm

The old woman sat in her rocker, telling me, and all of my fellow siblings a story from her time. She told us of how she had met our grandfather and how handsome he was back then. I heard my sisters make gagging noises at that. I turned to hush them and told grandma to continue on.

Posted By Ashley On 05.15.2013 @ 8:58 pm

On my shoulder there is a litle monkey. I think, in reality, he has always been there. Watching me. Judging me. Deciding when I would be ready to meet him. But now he’s here. He grew in my belly, came out of me on a table, and nursed at my teet. Now, he’s back on my shoulder. Learning. Taking it all in. Following.

Posted By Ashley On 05.15.2013 @ 12:34 pm

Recovery is looming. Doesn’t that sound menacing? At this very moment, letting go, surrendering to recovery, looms. looooooooms. It IS scary. I don’t know if I can let my empty alone future loom, either.

Posted By Ashley On 05.10.2013 @ 6:28 pm

I don’t like beer….I don’t think I do, at least. This makes me think of Audry’s party on Saturday. Would a normal person drink a beer? Have I just convinced myself that I don’t like anything or anyone? Thinking about that makes me need more than a beer….

Posted By Ashley On 05.07.2013 @ 6:44 pm

I tell stories about myself in my head. I want to be a new Ashley and I make stories about her to comfort myself. There are stories untold within me, and within the world about me. Stories that haven’t become themselves yet, but are waiting to become fairy tales? Watch out for the evil stepmother.

Posted By Ashley On 05.06.2013 @ 6:26 pm

my life is based on the credibility of my family. I wake up everyday wishing I came from somewhere else or really someone else.

Posted By ashley On 05.04.2013 @ 3:05 pm

Sometimes we all dissolve into the nothingness of our minds. Changing and transforming into something that we believe is better than what we are but we we are really becoming is something so far from what is better. Perhaps we all think too much about things that are no longer important. Perhaps to disssolve is what we should do.

Posted By Ashley On 05.02.2013 @ 1:51 am

Let it enfold you. So it will ensue. Guitar laying over there under my tv. I don’t like this game. Doesn’t have anything to do with anything. I’m not thinking about it. My fingers hurt. I can’t feel my keys anymore. This sucks. Shake it out, shake it out. God I need another and another and another and another I could feel it now, I felt alone in my fathers house.

Posted By Ashley On 04.30.2013 @ 7:02 pm

The computer charger was still plugged into the wall. It had been sitting there all day, not plugged into a computer. It was hard to tell if there was any energy going through it or if It was just sitting there, doing nothing. A cat walked through the kitchen, tripping on the cord and p

Posted By Ashley On 04.26.2013 @ 3:45 pm

My mama is a planter. Of seeds and doubts. Of tomatoes and subtle criticisms. She bought me a planter so I could grow my own. Nothing tastes quite like tomatoes and criticisms that you grow all by yourself.

Posted By Ashley On 04.24.2013 @ 6:39 pm

This is the end of the game. You got me. I got you? Probably you win. You always do. Checkmate. The game is over, the playing like I love you and am ok with the way you treat me. Checkmate. The diet of secrets is done and fantasizing about the pawns (queens?) I can’t have is over.

Posted By Ashley On 04.23.2013 @ 6:21 pm

I sit in a cafe. Totally free. It’s 5, or 3 pm. And it’s snowing out. I’m having a macchiatto or a cappucino for once, instead of my usual black with a guilt-ridden splash of half and half. Cafes are for my new romance that I am open to and not hostile toward. My cappucino is drunk slowly. I am free in this cafe. At 4:12 pm.

Posted By Ashley On 04.22.2013 @ 6:17 pm

This was my favorite first color. What are the chances of that popping up? Serendiptiy, perhaps? To remind me of a childhood lost to colors others love, rather than the unique niche that is magenta. I loved magenta, I owned magenta. Magenta still resonates. Vibrant. There are many things that could have come up on this screen, and I want to think that ‘magenta’ was a wake-up call. A wake up to the vibrance that I used to possess. A need to get back to my magenta-loving, Grover-seld

Posted By Ashley On 04.21.2013 @ 6:28 pm

The hues flash before her eyes, dancing down walls like Cirque du Soleil, en colour. Their soft shades flush her cheeks, turning her eyes to violets against the stark white of her skin.

Posted By Ashley On 04.21.2013 @ 6:19 pm

The wind passes through the leaves, combing through the wild tangles of my hair. It brushes my face, beckoning me; the air carries murmured whispers floating over cliffs.

Posted By Ashley On 04.20.2013 @ 9:40 am

He was standing at the edge of a cliff, faced with a vital decision. He had hated this man for so long, he couldn’t just admit any weakness like some chump who wears his heart on his sleeve.

Posted By Ashley On 04.20.2013 @ 3:11 am

the creature stares at me with its yellow eyes and appears like the sun from the dark abyss in which it hides from the world, the dark staring, judging world. it looks out and my heart goes out to it in the most loving way. the moon lights up behind the creatures bright hodgepodge of a body of furry goodness and happiness.

Posted By Ashley On 04.17.2013 @ 11:40 am

i am mumbling right now. the word mumbling is weird. in fact, it’s very weird. i don’t know how i feel about it. but it is an action word. i like action words. because it reminds us that as humans, we are alive and active. i dread the day i am an old vegetable laying in bed, unable to do anything productive with my life. that day would suck extremely bad. and this is a lot harder than i thought.

Posted By ashley On 04.16.2013 @ 5:58 pm

He grabbed a bagel from in front of him, sinking into it with a satisfying bite. The man was in a good mood; the man he hated most in the world was going away — for a long time. Finally, he had a break.

Posted By Ashley On 04.03.2013 @ 8:46 pm

Smudge? I’ve got a smudge on my glasses. I don’t even know how it got there. It looks weird when I take off my glasses and look, but when I’m wearing it, its like a window into another world. Like I can see into something. I don’t know, I’m just weird. But I have a lot of thoughts, and no where to put them. They’re floating around, unwanted, mostly unseen. Just like this tiny little smudge on my glasses. But when you see it up close, it’s bigger and more complicated than almost anything I’ve ever known.

Posted By Ashley On 04.03.2013 @ 10:28 am

There was a smudge of something on her upper lip as Orion drove the car. He kept glancing to the side, distracted by her presence.

Posted By Ashley On 04.03.2013 @ 2:33 am

“How the fuck would you like it? You fabricate me acting like a princess, but it’s bullshit! I’m the bottom of the heap. I’m not even a warrior. All I am is a fucking slag!”

“Got that right,” muttered Orion.

Posted By Ashley On 04.02.2013 @ 4:56 am

It was fabricated, in her mind. It had to be. She didn’t want to sound crazy, but her relationships were all about fighting, like that was what she was attracted to.

Posted By Ashley On 04.01.2013 @ 3:36 pm

“You have a plague on you. Admit it –”

“No!” she cried. “You’re just trying to make me look bad! You hate me! You don’t know anything about me! You…!”

“Admit it.”

Posted By Ashley On 04.01.2013 @ 5:49 am

It was a plague on the earth she walked over; it was a plague on her heart, and everything else was just black as the night around her. She trudged on the ground, disheartened.

Posted By Ashley On 03.31.2013 @ 7:11 pm

plagues tend to destroy everything. towns,cities, people, families, nations. They come into a area and take what they want. There is no stopping them .Everyone is susceptible to this disease. Anyone can catch it and when they do all they can do is fight for their life. And as time goes by their fighting does nothing, and they only seem to be getting weaker. This plague has eyes that prey upon people, arms the withhold others from fighting back, words that speak death, and ill-ridden thoughts. This plague destroys people inside and out. Which only leads to destroy villages, towns, cities, and countries. There is no stopping it there is only hope. Hope that the plague will give up. That it will get tired and no longer be able to take the lives of others.

Posted By Ashley On 03.31.2013 @ 10:57 am

Dawn looked like she had the black plague. One might expect something like a maggot to come out of her mouth. “You look like death,” he said.

“You look familiar,” she repeated.

Posted By Ashley On 03.31.2013 @ 1:32 am

There was no bronze prize for last place. Ash and Alex drank together in salute of their impending alliance against Dawn, Brenda and Orion.

Posted By Ashley On 03.29.2013 @ 4:25 am

“Separate the wheat from the chaff. Do it, come on –”

“What does that even mean?” demanded Dawn. “Separate what? No. That’s stupid. Go to hell.”

Posted By Ashley On 03.30.2013 @ 7:23 am