ASHLEY SMITH
Founding member
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 (164/0)
Random rules
In the old days you had to push play for a cassette, put down the needle or eventually press play with the cd. You normally started at the beginning and played til the end. To discover a new band you needed someone to tell you or maybe you would see them at a concert. Then the internet happened.
By ASHLEY SMITH20 days ago in Beat
too many questions?
Have you been trawling social media and found the numerous questions? All the would you. could you, did you? Ignore the ones about your superhero name being the colour of your pants as many are spam or just pointless. Have you read and thought of an answer, maybe heard in a podcast and paused to consider it?
By ASHLEY SMITHabout a month ago in Lifehack
A fleet of passing ships
I think I am supposed to be writing about a specific moment in time, my passing ship is more of a fleet. Its hard to choose one moment as so many things happened by luck or coincidence that any moment could count. Basically 10 years ago I was single and starting a new job, now I am sitting by my wife of ten months.
By ASHLEY SMITH2 months ago in Confessions
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 SMITH5 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 SMITH6 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 SMITH6 months ago in Fiction
