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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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 • 4 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
Oral Traditions
My breath was racing as I tore down through the woods I called home. My rifle was slung over my back and I could hear the steps of the pack gaining on me. The cut on my leg was oozing dark blood but I couldn't feel the pain through the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Just a little farther and I'd reach the cabin. I just didn't know if I could make it. Man is no competition for starving wolves. I didn't have enough bullets to take them all on. Plus, I respected their livelihoods more than that. If I had prey to feed them I would give it up in a heartbeat. But I knew at that moment, I was fixing to be their next meal.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 4 years ago
How Things Change
The seagulls sounded off from the pink skies above. The bench beneath my legs was cold and damp from the brisk dewy morning. I didn’t mind. The waves whispered gentle tunes as they carefully battered the rocky sand on the beachfront. As I sipped at the mug of hot coffee between my fingers, I realized how wrinkly they had become for the first time. They reminded me of my grandmother.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 4 years ago
As Tide Falls
“Truth or Dare?” Madeline asked. Her cheeks were pink and warm and there were butterflies in the pit of her stomach. She hadn’t felt this way about someone in a long time. She didn’t think she’d ever want to be in a serious relationship. At least not yet, but she couldn’t help but think that maybe she just hadn’t found the right guy. That maybe they’d just met.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 5 years ago
One Last Gift
It was a chilly winter Evening in Chicago and Charlotte was dressed from head to toe in black. She sported high-heeled leather boots overtop tight leggings. Her winter coat met the middle of her thigh and her face was shielded by a bulky scarf and knit cap. Her hands were protected from the chilly air by long gloves. She sat with her legs crossed on a bench beneath a bus stop and stared at the apartment building across from the street. Rosewood Plaza was her home last Wednesday. Now she could see the shadow of two bodies entangling by candlelight in the bed she used to lay. They'd only been apart for a week and he already had a new lover.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 5 years ago
