ASHLEY SMITH
Bio
England based carer, live with girlfriend. will write for all areas but especially mental health and disability. though as stuff for filthy seems popular will try there too
Stories (158/0)
Prisms
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. A flash of light as something passes or a break in the shadows as someone moved by. She knew there was a world outside but the world she knew was within the walls.
By ASHLEY SMITH3 months ago in Fiction
I still hate Christmas
I have said this before somewhere, I hate Christmas. To the extent of triggering depression and anxiety. My first Christmas with fibro myalgia doesn't help my mood as well. My first Christmas remarried plus time off work but still I want it over. There cant be many people actually looking forward to January.
By ASHLEY SMITH4 months ago in Psyche
Inside the box
Another day, another half a dollar I thought as I crawled out of bed. Time for a hot shower and a hot coffee before work. As I got in the shower the doorbell rang, I presumed it was a delivery but knew even by now the courier would have left. So either the parcel would be by the door, or I would have a note telling me where I needed to go to fetch it.
By ASHLEY SMITH4 months ago in Fiction
spaced out
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. If so why could he hear so many scary noises in the air around him. The ship was empty bar him, modern technology had made humans almost obsolete . The human was just there in case the computer had a malfunction. Completely opposite from the first space cruiser.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 months ago in Fiction
drifting away
He had planned this day, this time and this location carefully. It wasn't a spur of the moment thing, most importantly nobody else was directly involved. He didn't want to leave anyone with the trauma or the guilt. This was all down to him and nobody else.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 months ago in Psyche
Train to where
Have you had one of those dreams where you open an eye and aren't sure if you have woken or am I still dreaming. I did on that day, the dream in fact seemed more real then the view through my one open eye. The dream was one I had experienced many times before, I was due in work and I was late.
By ASHLEY SMITH9 months ago in Fiction
7 years ago I nearly died
It had been a full week with my ex, my birthday and we got engaged. Heading home after a great week we hit the central reservation, bounced across a dual carriageway and hit a crash barrier at around 70 mph. We ended up sitting sideways across the busy road with the airbags deployed in front of us. My ex looking through the smashed window at the traffic braking suddenly .
By ASHLEY SMITH9 months ago in Psyche
into the fire?
This piece came up from an incident yesterday. I have a million things going on, including getting married in 5 days. I was heading to town with my fiancé when we were stopped by pedestrians to be told there was an accident. My instant reaction was to ask if they needed a first aider.
By ASHLEY SMITH9 months ago in Psyche
Blood bank
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Everyone who lived in the village remembered the old man who had lived in the cabin. He was a recluse who only ventured to the village every 2 weeks for basic supplies. The smoke rising from the chimney told everyone how he created heating and probably cooking. The stream running down from the mountain appeared to supply him with his water, the rack of animal carcasses seemed to show where he got his food from.
By ASHLEY SMITH10 months ago in Fiction
