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Ashlee Osborn

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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Gone baby, gone.

Part one. Small talk and long conversations stopped. Banks unused, key card unused, phone location was off and it had been for two weeks now. Like he vanished into thin air. I was concerned to say the least. Months went by with no contact at all. I figured that I had done something wrong. I thought my son would still be out there. Lost. Confused. Withdrawing. From medication and drugs. He was working on his mental health or at least he said he was, could have been a lie. He hit the road with a couple of friends, I contacted them and they s...

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coulrophobia

Submitted to Contest #299

Have you ever been to a place that has the world's scariest clowns? I think not. When I was a little girl I would see a man out of my window dressed as a clown. An evil clown. It would have to be midnight when everybody was asleep and he would just appear out of the darkness. I told my mother when it happened but the doctors leveled it down to skitsofrinia and psychotic episodes. Unfair right? Considering they didn't think to investigate it more. I would stay awake and try to take photographs of him but he would vanish in the blink of an eye...

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No remorse and forgiveness.

Submitted to Contest #298

Part one.Emily Rose and Mr Wells.The best detectives in shadows hill. As the sun was rising to create a beautiful warm autumn day in Shadows Hill I was able to walk through the park on my way to work. Shadows hill is enriched with secretive people. Always hiding inside sometimes never going out for days on end. Not eating properly, taking drugs instead. It was a scary place to walk alone. There was a gang of males sitting down at one on the park's benches. I could smell yandi. Another term from marijuana and infecting the air with its smell...

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The colour of darkness.

Submitted to Contest #292

As I walk across the sand I get nostalgia from memories a long time ago. The sand was burning my feet. It was hot but the clouds kept coming closer. When I looked out at the horizon. So flat. The sun wasn't up yet but the moon was fading away slowly in its phases. The sand was blowing with the wind in my face which made it hard to walk. As I had to shield my eyes. I put my colour blind glasses on. So that I could see clearly. I collected some rocks and shells and put them into my pocket. I just escaped the mental facility. I don't kno...

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The syndicate.

Submitted to Contest #291

The syndicate. "i need it I need it I need it. I screamed into my apartment's floor on my own without anybody to see. I cried quietly. So nobody could hear me. I sat down on the floor and I just felt defeated. I got out my night medication and doubled it so maybe I would be able to sleep. Cocaine helped me function during the day. Sometimes I'd be so high by the time I got home from work I would clean the apartment even though it doesn't need to be cleaned again. It made me jittery my hands and fingers would shake if I didn't have my daily d...

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The cemeteries keeper.

Submitted to Contest #283

There once was a man and he used to be known as the cemetery's keeper. He would wash the stones and make the graves intact with new paint jobs and flowers. He would be seen sitting down talking to the stones. While he ate his lunch it was a different stone each day. Everybody thought he was creepy. He wore black every day like he was about to attend a funeral. A full suit and tie. Even in the summer. He would watch everyone from a far that went passed. Especially those who came in. He would hide near the trees and light up a cigarette....

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Red wine and pain killers part four and five.

Part four. Asylum. My sister said it was to much for her to look after me with her two boys. So she put me back into the hospital. As I began my recovery I started to make friends that were more crazy than me. We would do group activities like yoga of course I just watched and watching shows on the tv. It was cold inside this hospital/rehabilitation centre. I just wanted to go outside. They put my dose of pain relief higher. This wheelchair is stupid. It never does what ...

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Ye old hag.

Submitted to Contest #281

Salem.A very dark era of history emerged in the city of salem. This book is inspired by the things that happened to the witches of salem Massachusetts. It takes a look at the consequences they endured if they were accused of witchcraft. Very dark magical times. For young adults due to triggers, death, violence and magic and foul play/language. Ye old Hag. The coldest day of the year that we've had in decades. My lips were blue and my teeth were shivering. But I was determined to see what was in the Forrest and why it was prohibited. It was ...

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Part three

Submitted to Contest #280

Part three. Blacked out. He barged through the door and broke it. "Did you tell her?" He screamed while slapping her in the face hard. "NO!' She cried and held on to her belly. "Shes in the hospital for the love of god. She is a vegetable in a wheelchair. Because of what you did. He was a paranoid schizophrenic. He smashed up her house. Leaving his pregnant girlfriend in tears as now in debt as she would have to pay for the damages. She had a black eye. Realizing that she had to call the police on him. This wasn't th...

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Power is out

Submitted to Contest #279

The world went dark all the power was out people were scared. This was no ordinary black out. Something was really wrong. I sat at home by myself and watched the sky go pitch black. No stars no moon just black. As I peered through the window everything was covered in orange dust. Cars, houses and roads. Like it was falling through the sky. There was no phone service and electrical wires sparked. Was this the end of the world. The rapture. I couldn't see a soul. I couldn't hear anything. It was quiet. That was unusual in itsel...

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The ones who got away.

Submitted to Contest #279

Content warning: This story contains depictions of Holocaust violence, abuse, torture, suicide, and trauma.Prisoner number eleven. Part one. Lost. Before the war he who must not be named was a busker of art. He was admitted to a military hospital as a patient for a Pych assessment and received treatment for trauma he suffered when his unit was attacked by mustard gas in the trenches. He had schizophrenia, Bipolar, and was a psychopath. During the nineteen hundreds six million Jews were murdered by those who cannot b...

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Red wine and pain killers.

Submitted to Contest #278

She lived in a town where the gossip is faster than the Wi-Fi. Everybody talks, everybody gets high to make their days go faster. Needles on the ground waiting to be stepped on. Even though there are sharp boxes on the door of every apartment. Battles about who owns what street, or who is the biggest dog. Who is two faced and who it's not. People who sell drugs and people who take drugs or both. One of the worst places to live in the city. But like any other town there are also nice people with a gentle heart. That would do anything in orde...

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All that's wicked is not gold.

Submitted to Contest #277

All that's wicked is not gold. Trigger warning. Chopped off. Chapter one. Ashlee Osborn. One day a women gave birth to two identical twins. One was a boy and one was a girl. They lived in a stone made cottage it had one bedroom a dining room and a toilet. It was so cold in the winter months and in the summer, it was so hot. Their mother stayed at home while her husband butchered forest animals. He would shoot them with his bow and arrow that was passed down from his father it had been in the family for ge...

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