When a flower is plucked from the garden, it quickly forgets where it once was planted. – Ash/Dad
That’s A Dandy Line
Tag: #writing
Am I Write? # 15 – I’m That Type Writer
The only thing I hate about writing is having to return to the real world. – Ash
Bike Writer # 57 – I Ashore You, It’s Good Advice!
Having a good day starts with wanting to in the first place. So, when the focus is happiness, just try your best to finish what you’ve started. – Ash
Story Jots # 5 – Serial Number
The body was easy to move from the place to the car to the boat. As it always is. Premeditation is kind of my thing. I have done this same routine maybe a hundred times. No, I believe it is a hundred and six times. Yeah, a hundred and six. You know, blondes are my favourite of all the women. Slightly more gullible. Usually more attractive. All of them walking by themselves late at night. Coming from their restaurant shifts, drunken bachelorette parties, or on their way to an ex-boyfriend. Then, I would present myself to these tired, these tipsy, and these texting specimens. Most nights, it is an unlit cigarette in poor lighting that works effortlessly. Cliché I know. Although, there were times I would fake a bleeding lip on this fragile face of mine. It was easy with these ladies the way I look. Always so helpful they are. But now I am bored. Unmotivated. No more of this killing racket. I am done. Finished. The girls just do not seem to fight back anymore anyway. Shall I leave a clue? Maybe allow one to getaway? Hmmm. Better yet! How about this one? Number 107. I mean, after all of that and you, my pretty blonde lady…are still breathing.
Am I Write? # 8 – Don’t Be A Stranger
Don’t run away from your gift of telling a story, your story. The further from writing you stray, the farther from home it will feel. – Ash
Journal Entry # 168 – Having fun is Axecellent!
When he worked, he really worked. But when he played, he really played. – Dr. Seuss
The Black Journal – (Take-Away)
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Friday, 9:45 P.M.
Ethan’s driver side door crunched and creaked as it slammed shut. He was home. Another long day of chasing a killer without so much as a single clue of who it might be. Zero answers, just more questions. Questions, that for now had to wait. The only thing on his mind was finally getting to see his beautiful wife, Susan. Take one look at her and no matter how bad of a day he was having, she’d quickly make all go away. A hot shower and some food wouldn’t go astray either.
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I walked in the shadows
before I knew any light
ashamed, guilty, and full of regret
my only out was running toward the dark
where I belonged
there, to slither between mistake after mistake
and masquerade with a beating heart
the scene, was set in rhythm and sweat
people would stare, stare straight through me
I wanted it…I deserved it
nobody allowed to peek beyond that curtain
to see who was in control, what was in control
all they did was help bury it deeper
beneath guise of a lie
then came the day where a key unlocked a clue
a tiny sparkling light
which found me, in await, to be let free
…from dark
No News is Good News
Hey all,
How are you settling into the new year? Are you still hitting it out of the park with the resolutions? Come on, you can do it, don’t give up. I believe in you.
2020 Vision
Hey everybody,
Happy New Year!
Someone asked me a few weeks ago if I had any resolutions for 2020. I quickly responded with “Well, considering it will be 2020, I’m going to try to take better care of my eyes.” That response got me the classic “Oh my, Ash” which was followed up by the usual eye roll. It’s pretty standard for my puns and bad jokes. Funny thing is, I do have an appointment situated for the first week of the new year, so that answer did have some merit to it. It was the origin of that joke and by all means, feel free to use it. Though, do so at your own risk!
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