Ash P.

Joined March 2024

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Social worker & survivor. Wife & lover. Friend & therapist.

I write for healing and escape, and so you can find the same in something you read from me. There’s a little piece of me in every creative product from this mind.

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Patient No. 2476: Reprocessing
It was much darker than I had anticipated. Hesitating for a moment to get my bearings, I breathed deeply to settle my racing heart. The initial entry was always a shock to my senses, but the descent had left me trembling. I could feel every nerve ending, like needles beneath my skin. My perception of sound and light were still not online. But I could taste my toothpaste from the morning. I could feel a solid surface beneath my feet. I forced a slow, cautious spin to look around.
By Ash P.2 months ago in Fiction
Flying
It was summertime in Phoenix, 1997. Every house in my little corner of the trailer park was empty. The responsible adults were on their second work shift of the day, the less responsible ones at the bar, and we kids were locking doors and dropping keys into the pockets of our cutoff shorts. We had no homework, the chores were all done, and our bicycle tire tubes were holding up fairly well for being poked full of thorns and loose nails.
By Ash P.2 months ago in Motivation

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Patient No. 2476: Reprocessing

Flying

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