Ashley Alleyne Van-De-Cruize
Bio
Well for starters, I’m a nurse so I see some pretty... interesting things on a daily, BUT those interesting events are inspiring. They’ve managed to change my thinking, and my perspective. I’m grateful for what it’s added to my art career.
Stories (11/0)
Epstein Street
I live in an apartment off campus, but the campus is still close enough for me to walk to. It takes me less than five minutes. However, that means I always overestimate the amount of time I have to get to my first class. Today is no different. Class begins at 8:15am and what time do I leave? 8:15am. I shake my head at myself, grabbing my bag and my half-eaten hash brown.
By Ashley Alleyne Van-De-Cruize 2 years ago in Horror
Broken Records
Broken Records "Honey, I'm home!" Right, because we don't already know. Clearly, he thinks this is funny because he deposits that gut-derived laugh into the once blaring silence of the house: A house that everyone on the block is familiar with. But for the record, it's not funny. The front door flies open and streaks of light from the street-lamps hit his figure at angles that make him look like a swaying shadow in our doorway. Following, again, is that familiar low rumble of laughter that will always bring up memories of a childhood that no longer exists.
By Ashley Alleyne Van-De-Cruize 2 years ago in Families
Therapist's Therapy Part II
“Scooch your bottom up just a bit," she says. I slide my ass to the end of the exam table. "That's perfect," she confirms. "First I'm going to just measure your cervix, which will cause some cramping, so just breath through it, but try your best not to move."
By Ashley Alleyne Van-De-Cruize 2 years ago in Filthy
Therapist's Therapy (Part I)
I'm supposed to be seeing him every Wednesday at 4pm. "Consistency is vital," he'd say. Yet here I am, in his office waiting room, at noon on a Friday. Friday was better for me this week; I had things and appointments or whatever.
By Ashley Alleyne Van-De-Cruize 2 years ago in Filthy
Mind Your Thoughts
So, I don't know if you've heard of it, but there's this thing called “sublicide.” Allow me to explain: In the wild, amongst animals, specifically birds, sublicide is a term used to describe the brutal murder of a sibling, for the sole purpose of simply surviving. If there are less mouths to feed, the surviving mouth gets fed more, obviously.
By Ashley Alleyne Van-De-Cruize 2 years ago in Motivation
