Ash Brinton

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2019

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“In War and Love” by Ash Brinton

Submitted to Contest #98

“No one will find us,” Arcadia promised, gently kissing Bea’s forehead as they lay on the ground of a dark cave. She pulled away just enough to put her hands on Bea’s dusty cheeks. “Hey. Look at me. Everything is going to be okay. They won’t find us. Do you trust me?” “How could I not?” Bea smiled and leaned in to kiss the other girl. “The sun will be rising soon. We should go home now, before they wake up.” Arcadia looked down, and Bea saw fear in her eyes. “The draft is growing tighter. I’m not sure how much longer I can avoid it.. I… I ...

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“Three Can Keep A Secret Or All of Them are Dead” by Ash Brinton

Submitted to Contest #55

Ashley paused on the steps of the mansion, her fist raised to knock on the large door. One knock, and her brother would open the door. Her brother whom she hadn’t seen in three years, since the day he chose to live with his father instead of their mother, since the day he had been disowned. One knock and they would be together again. This wasn’t allowed. She knew it wasn’t allowed. She wasn’t allowed to contact anyone outside of her immediate family, and he wasn’t family. Not anymore. But he had been the one who had found her, noticed her s...

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“Blood or Bliss” by Ash Brinton

Submitted to Contest #43

Charity watched the dark clouds on the horizon roll closer. She breathed in the salty air of the ocean and felt the wind running through her hair. She envied her younger sisters, Joy and Hope, safe at home while she was on a ship on the rolling and crashing waves. She had been on the boat ever since her father had promised her hand in marriage to some rich duke in another country that neither of them had ever met. Her father had shipped her off like a package that he was thankful to get rid of. Just the thought of her father and future husba...

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“Caught” by Ash Brinton

Submitted to Contest #43

If you steal something from another time, they will never find you. That’s what he’d promised. You disappear. You never were or are not yet. You’re transient, like speed, or like the wind.  So easily she had stepped into those magical machines with their white coils and sharp rims, believing in the next world, the next moon, and the next theft. But one day she was caught, and everything she discovered thereafter destroyed everything she knew about time. It does not move or tick. It is one place, one moment. It is we who are moving. None...

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“Alien” by Ash Brinton

Submitted to Contest #24

“What’s your planet like?” the little alien asked wistfully.  The alien was two feet tall, with a tiny blue curl on the top of his head. By the time the alien was an adult, the curl would be about eight feet tall, sticking straight up like a bright blue mohawk. The rest of him would be only four feet tall, and I wasn’t sure whether the aliens counted the curl as part of their height or not. This species was either really short or really, really tall. “It’s beautiful,” I responded, thinking longingly of home, “When I was little, everythi...

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“Adziil Tse” by Ash Brinton

Submitted to Contest #24

“Stay away from her, kid. She’s bad news,” a man said. “How come?” a boy asked. “You’re new here. You ‘aven’t saw what happens to people when they get involved with her.” “Like what?” The first replied, “They go missing, and no one can find them for months, until they show up out of nowhere, ravin’ mad. Can’t e’er get ‘em back to normal, neither. Never works. No matter what we do, they’re completely crazy. No one can reason with ‘em. Talking about anvil tea, the lot of them, and no one knows what they’re sayin’.” “What does she do to them?” ...

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“Entitled, Lazy, Stupid” by Ash Brinton

Submitted to Contest #4

“Alice Glade, please report to the main office. Alice Glade,” The announcement boomed over the silence of the classroom. All eyes turned to look at me. Slowly, I rose from my seat and left the room, my chin down to hide my burning cheeks. Every step I took felt like a noose tightening around my neck. I reached the main office. The receptionist glanced up at me and pointed to the principal’s office. “She’s waiting for you.” I gulped and knocked on the principal’s door. “Enter. You must be Alice. Sit down. As I am sure you know, I am Mrs. Stry...

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Author bio

My (pen) name is Ash Brinton. I hope you like my writing! (I recently changed my name and profile picture on here. I used to be Mary B.)