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Ash Greene

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

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Comfortably Numb, Blindingly Bright

Ash Greene

Submitted to Contest #123

TW: Drugs, Loss, Death If you read this story, please comment your thoughts, writing tips, ect. Good or bad, give me some feedback please :) --------------------------------------------------------------- Everything was pitch black and then the lights came on. Blindingly bright lights from somewhere up above, possibly directly over his head. He knows he should be here, but he can’t remember why. What are his lines? His eyes strain down towards the audience, but he can only make out oval shaped blobs that are faces staring back at him. What...

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The Wine Grinch Almost Steals Christmas

Ash Greene

Submitted to Contest #122

I won’t do it, not this year. There is absolutely no way in hell that I will do it. F*** those kids. Their snotty little remarks, the punches thrown, the endless – and I mean ENDLESS – calls from the school office. I will not do it. Sure, the kids will be upset. When they bounce down the stairs on Christmas morning, sugarplums from their dreams forgotten in the excitement, they will all stop mid stride and stare at the tree. “Why?” Joey will ask, excitement replaced by nervousness. “Where did you hide them?” Trinity will shriek as she sta...

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The Run

Ash Greene

A sharp metallic shot rings out. I was nothing. Then, I was something. A little speck of consciousness with no direction. So, I run. Not physically, but metaphorically, I run. I try to make sense of the faces, the words, the green and blues and reds. It’s all so beautiful, so terrifying. Eventually, I can physically run. Fast and hard I push forward in life. I am tired, but not exhausted. The other conscious beings around me run too, adding to the pressure to push forward into the unknown. I run alone. Then I meet him. He is bea...

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The Adventures of Ghost and Purp

Ash Greene

Submitted to Contest #99

----------------------------------------------------------------TW (also spoiler to the year of life I describe): drug abuse, suicide---------------------------------------------------------------- As I look at the sunset, surrounded by people that I love and who love me back, I can’t help but to think back on the events that lead me here. How the universe gave me the worst year of my life to force me to where I am now. How without that tragic ending that began my 19th summer, I would not be who I am. I want to say it was luck, or la...

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Because I Love You

Ash Greene

A short rendition of "The Final Now" by Gregory Benford - A short story that made me laugh, and cry, and touched my heart in more ways then I can describe.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------“It’s been a very long time my friend.” Said One as he joined Two over two thousand meters down the cave that the mortals called Veryovkina. A light trickle of water could be heard but only barely seen in the torches light.“Yes, yes it has.” Two slumped further into itself as it softly responded to One. “Why are y...

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Incel Aggression

Ash Greene

Submitted to Contest #98

TW: Not Christian Like Content (lol), 18+, ViolenceI wake up in the morning and know something is off. After pushing back the black hair that fell in my face during the night, I stretch and make myself get out of bed. Black bra covered by a black shirt, black panties under my black shorts, I step into the bathroom and start taking on the bird’s nest of snarls. Black lipstick, an even darker black on my eye lids, and two beautiful wisps of black eyeliner later, I am almost ready for the day. Hopping around trying to put on the six-inch black ...

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Dead Space

Ash Greene

Submitted to Contest #97

Crunch, crunch, crunch, the sound of dead leaves Crunch, crunch, crunch, how happy we can be Crunch, crunch, crunch, we’ll take the building back Crunch, crunch, crunch, nature will not lack This land, This land Belongs to us, not them This land, This land No longer be condemned The melody of the song Molly’s mom used to sing to her waltzed into her head and she stepped on the crunching leaves, walking hand and hand with her fourteen-year-old daughter, Sarah. Molly’s mom, Anne, had gone on her first adventure to the dead spaces with...

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Houston, We Have A....

Ash Greene

Submitted to Contest #97

To: President Hoover From: Tillia Mischulani1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW Return Address: N/AWashington, DC 20500 ...

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A Poets Wildest Dreams

Ash Greene

Submitted to Contest #97

TW: Child Abuse The first night that we moved in, we arrived in the dark. The street lights were on but the houses were all dark. I climbed up the stairs to what would be my new bedroom and immediately hung up my poster before laying the sleeping bag out. Although I had slept in the car for most of the fourteen hour drive here, I was exhausted already when thinking about the furniture that would have to be moved in tomorrow. Teeth brushed, pajamas on, and a glass of water beside me, I looked out my window onto the street below for a few minu...

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