Ashley Somogyi
Bio
”I’ll try anything once.”
I’ve found it a solid motto to live by…except when you’re in the backwaters of China…in a tiny restaurant…where you can’t read the menu.
But on the whole, it makes pretty good fuel for writing.
Stories (9/0)
Finding Mr. Wrong (1)
Cambridge, UK - 2012 Sara let out a long sigh that was a mix of resignation and sadness. ..mostly sadness. ‘I don’t get it. I just don’t get it. How does someone put that much effort into things and then just…I mean someone with a job like his. Like, you know, he literally saves lives, works 23 hour shifts and he woud still make time to come over and go out with me knowing full well he would have to get up at six a.m.the next morning for work.’
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
Looking at Memories
Masiko looked out over the tall grassy fields, heat dancing into the air and the soft chatter of the village filling her with a familiar comfort. She gazed towards the south east with her long hand shading her eyes. Something tugged at her bright purple and white chitenge.
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
The High Keeper - Part 2
‘Is this the home of the Hasufels?’ He asked again. ‘Y-yes.’ My mother answered with a quiver in her voice. The knight smiled broadly, clapping his immense hands together in triumph, looking at me briefly as he walked past me into the cottage.
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate cake
‘I love you the way I love chocolate cake.’ Tristan said. Cinzia laughed and blushed. The way he looked at her made her at once nervous and elated. Every moment together was a risk but, despite everything her intuition told her, she kept seeking him out. She had to be near him.
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
Just a Little Glitch
‘Cucumber and mint water.’ I reported, savouring the sweet, cold liquid, dehydrated from the long flight. ‘Ooo I want some!’ Katherine said quickly, dropping her bags, her sweatpants, neck pillow and wild, disheveled brown hair looking amusingly out of place.
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
The High Keeper
A sudden forgotten task leapt into my mind. I looked at the trees around me, cataloging each. Spruce, pine, elm, maple… Not the tree I needed; I had to go deeper into the forest. Alder, I needed to find an alder tree. It would be easy to spot one this time of year. Long catkins covered in tiny white-yellow flowers would be hanging from the branches. It wasn’t these I was after though. I needed an alder tree for one of the residents of its branches. High, high up in the top of the alder tree, safe from deer who munched the moss on its trunk, and too sparce to provide the cover birds desired, grew a rare flower, a type of yellow orchid called Wizard’s Tears.
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
The High Keeper
My mother used to tell me stories about what things were like before. She would tell me how the world was a kinder place, that people were not so fearful of each other. Sometimes she would sing me songs she had heard in Nandorun, the capital city, before it became a place of fear to people like me, before the Rune Lords betrayed us. She said everything was spring and summer then. But that was long before I was born, when my mother was still a young girl. I don’t have any memories like she does, I can’t even really imagine a world like that.
By Ashley Somogyi3 years ago in Fiction
