Ash Taylor
Bio
Lover of fantasy and all things whimsical. Currently studying Writing and Publishing at UNE in Armidale, Australia. Living on Anaiwan land.
he/him
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Stories (36/0)
Reflecting on Love, Life, and Loss. Top Story - June 2023. Content Warning.
I don’t think I ever fully conceptualised the reality of my grandparents’ mortality until my grandmother died. Her body broke down, leaving her mind intact. I cannot think of a worse fate. Motor Neurone Disease is a vicious, cruel beast that takes and takes and takes. My grandmother went from a vibrant energetic woman who loved drinking champagne and cloudy apple juice and sitting in tide pools to someone who could do little more than grunt. After my cousin died, she couldn’t go on, and I lost her at the end of 2021.
By Ash Taylorabout a year ago in Families
The Great Grape Heist
Last year it was arson. The year before, a phony health inspector. This year it's our turn. We infiltrate the tasting with no issues - a hundred and one people all dressed to the nines; the Howdens won't notice a couple of extra staff. Their uniforms are cheap polyester, itchy and hot. I tug at my tie.
By Ash Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mystery of the West End Cast Recording of Dracula the Musical. Top Story - June 2023.
I don’t remember how I stumbled onto the cast recording of Sang de Vie Productions’ Dracula concept album. I can’t even remember how many years ago it was now – at least two, possibly more. But with it’s striking red album cover featuring a silhouette of Dracula, it’s hard to miss.
By Ash Taylorabout a year ago in Beat
How to Beat Writers' Block. Top Story - May 2023.
We’ve all been there. Whether you call it writers’ block, burn out, or creative exhaustion, the inability to create because of a mental blockage hits every one of us at one point or another. It can be frustrating, distressing, and incredibly stressful, especially when you make a living from your craft. So what can you do?
By Ash Taylorabout a year ago in Motivation
Parched Nomads
They walked for days in the blistering heat; their feet rubbed raw from the ragged stones. Following ancient roads they wound onwards, searching desperately. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and years turned to generations. Parched nomads they became, hunting for a miracle.
By Ash Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
