Ashley Michael Day
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The Mobility Scooter and the Sea
The Mobility Scooter and the Sea By Ashley Michael Day Merryn Penrose drove her mobility scooter down the steep inclining road to Mullion Cove. A remote Victorian harbour off the rugged Cornish coast. A solid stone structure with a looming harbour wall nestled between two towering jagged cliffs. It was a wild spot. Filled with the sounds of crashing waves and shrieking gulls.
By Ashley Michael Day 2 years ago in Fiction
Around The Bend
Around The Bend By Ashley Michael Day I Jimmy McManus was hiding in plain sight. He smirked at how cunning his disguise was. After all, who really notices the man dressed in a High-Vis waistcoat? Everyone sees the luminous greens and yellows, but never the person wearing them. It was the perfect diversion. Like the criminal who disguises himself in a false beard; glasses; scar; or tattoo. Everyone remembers those tell tale details. But they never recall precisely how tall the perpetrator was. It was also doubly fiendish, because no one would ever question a man dressed in High-Vis, entering a sewer…
By Ashley Michael Day 2 years ago in Horror
Speak
Speak By Ashley Michael Day Based on a True Story… Donna hated noise. She had hated it for as long as she could remember. Which was a very long time. She had a brilliant memory. She could remember everything she had done on any date. No matter how minute the detail. It was, "How her brain was built," her father would tell her. That was his answer for everything. Not that Donna agreed with him. They had never discussed it. They didn't discuss anything. She had never spoken to her father. Not once. Not a single word. Not in the whole ten years and seven months they'd known each other. But that was okay with him. Afterall, It was how her brain was built.
By Ashley Michael Day 2 years ago in Families
TROLL
TROLL By Ashley Michael Day "He without sin cast the first stone." -John 8:7 Jasmine Harper was the most hated woman on the planet, and she loved every second of it. She had made a career out of being publicly despised. Her blogs, articles, and interviews had paid off her mortgage and afforded her a lavish lifestyle.
By Ashley Michael Day 3 years ago in Fiction
Scarecrows
Scarecrows By A. Michael Day Hassan had paid good money to be in the boot of this car. He considered himself extremely fortunate as he felt each lurch inside the dark, cramped, trunk, as it rocked back and forth. He was no longer on the smooth tarmac of a maintained road, Hassan guessed his smugglers were driving along a dirt track. He could feel every pothole as he bounced around within his claustrophobic compartment like a ball bearing in a pinball machine. Nevertheless he was excited!
By Ashley Michael Day 3 years ago in Horror