Ashley Fortier

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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“The Art of AI” by Ashley Fortier

The Art of AI Objects in the dim lighting came into focus. Across my vision plane, I noted the ethereal light emanating from Chloe’s computer screen and wall-hangings. Blue and purple backlights set the room aglow. Chloe’s familiar visage and pressure was detected to my lower left-hand side. She smiled at me from her leather, racing-style computer chair. Hand resting lightly against my pressure sensors. It was electrifying as my brain computed the social implications; noting her welcoming smile. I returned the gesture appropriately. It had b...

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“Not Quite New” by Ashley Fortier

Submitted to Contest #81

I gripped the wheel tighter and stole a glance at Robert sitting in the passenger side. He was stone-faced and dressed up for our Valentine’s Day dinner, looking obligatorily handsome. I supposed that’s where the attraction to him now ended. I could still see the weary, mean lines around his eyes and mouth that hadn’t been there when our relationship was new, probably caused by angry words, indulgent drinking; or, it was just my eyes opening to all of his bad habits over the years. He stared blankly through the windshield as the rain beat in...

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“Table for Two” by Ashley Fortier

Submitted to Contest #71

    A blustering wind pierced Brian’s down jacket as he made his way from the parking lot. Crossing the street to Croesus Bank’s heavy oak doors, he was never unsurprised at the force needed to open them. Cold though he was, he waited patiently with the fifty-pound door in hand for a woman that had come hurrying up the stairs behind him. The interior of the bank was warm and opulent with it’s black marble floors, high ceilings, and sconced pillars. He got in line to make the weekly deposit for his business, the Rolling Scones ...

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“Reverberations of Rage” by Ashley Fortier

Submitted to Contest #70

Trigger Warning: Domestic ViolenceAlan decides it's time to face the man in the mirror.“9-1-1, What’s your emergency?”“I need you to come to 804 Buckhorn Lane, there’s been a terrible accident.”The phone line clicks.-“Mark my words, Martha. One of these days you’ll wind up dead!” Alan spat, fist shaking an inch from her face. The crimson in his cheeks indicated the temperature and toxicity at which his blood boiled. Martha pressed herself further into the counter, unsure who was acting more like a caged animal in this doomed marriage. He had...

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Author bio

Current author for ashleyfortier.org, I began my writing journey in June 2020. I have entered several writing contests and continue to write stories in my free time. You can view my work here: http://www.ashleyfortier.org/