Ashley

Joined July 2019

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Bio

Hello,

I'm a writer based in Portland, Oregon. Feminist-focused.

Instagram: @ashleyleap

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Stories (10/0)

Dinosaur
Dinosaur Scraping the bits and Pieces and remains dug and excavated As if I can reassemble the broken mirage Of morning breath and not enough room together in the shower
By Ashleyabout a month ago in Poets
To Give Your Last Twenty. Top Story - May 2024.
He walks oddly, shuffling and nearly tripping down the hallway toward his apartment door. I slow my pace, allowing my neighbor— a stuffy ex-marine with one missing tooth, a strong odor of liquor and two weeks' worth of unwashed stench always accompanying him—to reach his door. I crinkle my nose, nearly gagging as he dawdles ahead.
By Ashley2 months ago in Motivation
Passenger Princess
As swiftly as he came, he went. As if the anticipated birthday candle I’d been preparing to blow out all week long, I’d finally huffed over, and the thing now whispered a thin smoke trail. He’s all I thought about, but the flame now extinguished, and the aftermath floating upwards until it will one day dissipate into thin air.
By Ashley4 months ago in Writers
Even Then, They Will Know
With lust laze, they will know— With lone, wild, bold wish— (they that hope) —will burn Dash over sky’n moon,
By Ashley12 months ago in Poets
In response to Charles Bukowski
You're a writer, when the joy for writing is no longer. Grueling hours before you— Slicing of the words— Chopping of the intriticate pieces—
By Ashleyabout a year ago in Poets
Bullet Show. Runner-Up in Micro Heist Challenge.
The water cooler gargles from around the corner of my cubical. Paula—the Marxist who somehow remained in corporate for forty years—abruptly stops typing.
By Ashleyabout a year ago in Fiction
Filthy
I craved to bounce up and down on him the third time we met. The first time, trivial. Of no importance. The second time, an eyebrow raised. The third, something throbbed in between my thighs, and I had to breathe as if I were sipping through a straw.
By Ashleyabout a year ago in Filthy
The Gateway Experience
“The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room,” his voice menacingly oozes over the metal railing of the alcove as if it were sticking to my now goose-bumped arms.
By Ashley2 years ago in Fiction
Forced Acquiescence
Repudiated He wanes. A hellish blue. Fool, force surrendered to
By Ashley2 years ago in Poets
The Gateway Experience. Runner-Up in New Worlds Challenge.
Wave 1: Discovery Orientation Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Pressing the play button on the first audio tape, I’m ready to test this theory. The sound of binaural beats swarm through my headphones.
By Ashley2 years ago in Fiction

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