Ashley Anon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“The Sober Revolutionaries ” by Ashley Anon

Submitted to Contest #233

The first day I waltzed into this new, alcohol-free place on the outside of town (The Lion's Paw), the first thing I noticed on swinging open the stain glassed doors, was the absence of the familiar nostril assault of old, spilt alcohol soaked into the cheap paper, thin carpets and upholstery. I can't begin to think of all that booze I spilt and wasted over the years during outbursts of jovial cheers and toasts, and drunken stumbles, pint in hand, bumping into walls, slot machines, and half-caked patrons like myself. In place of the reek, th...

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“Dead Line” by Ashley Anon

Submitted to Contest #221

Iconic world events scorch themselves into our memories, like branding scars that never seem to fade, even with stretches of time. Everybody remembers what they were doing when they saw planes crashing into the twin towers on a T.V screen - where they stood and who they were with. People certainly remembered the life-changing day the dead made contact with the living world. Simon remembered every detail of it. It was the day that ended it all for him, the day that reunited him with his beloved Sarah. It was an overcast Tuesday afternoon, on ...

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“Eye” by Ashley Anon

Submitted to Contest #219

"The Eye, Sector 2, reporting for duty. I swear to uphold the social standards stated in the doctrine of the order, I swear to deal with all blasphemous violations, swiftly and without mercy. I am the judge, jury, and executioner, the fist of our lord." He shovelled cheesy, fried potatoes into his starved mouth, at a pace of eager greediness, with one hand, whilst slurping from a can that came with heart attack risks with the other hand. He crammed and crammed more crisps into his gaping hole of a mouth like a relentless conveyor belt, all...

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“Sacre Bleu” by Ashley Anon

Submitted to Contest #218

When a 'lardy dah' French restaurant appeared on the scene, Mick knew that Pam would insist on going there to celebrate their wedding anniversary, and like any man who cherished marital harmony, he would do whatever it took to appease his wife -happy wife, happy life - the man's mantra. So there they stood at 8pm on a drizzly Tuesday evening, on Pratt's Bottom Highstreet pavement, holding hands and looking at the venue they'd be dining at. Pam lovingly looked at Mick, beamed a smile at him, and declared, "it look's soo romantic, Mick, I love...

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“Non-Intrusive, Ethical Approaches” by Ashley Anon

Submitted to Contest #217

An oppressive boom in the mountains above, shook the ground, and reverberated through the bodies of the farm hands, who worked the crops in the valley below. Needing no further prompts, the farmers ditched their scythes onto the ground, and ran full sprint whilst screaming at the top of their lungs," it's COMING," looking back over their shoulders to check as they did so. The watchtower guard began vigorously swinging the rope attached to the large bell, nestled in the tower above him, rhythmically tugging it to further alert others of ...

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Author bio

Tall male, 6ft 2inche, 35 years of age, living in not so great Britain :(. Trying to take writing seriously. The Brain has plenty of ideas but I do struggle with attention deficit , so rarely complete anything - i'm working on it.