Terri Ash

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Orbs” by Terri Ash

Submitted to Contest #31

“I’m off to the corner store!” I called from downstairs. “We’re nearly out of bread.” “Don’t take too long!” Marie said. “I won’t!” I slung my coat on and ran out of the house. We didn’t actually need bread. I needed to get out. We were only staying there because of all the reports of paranormal activity. Marie loved her ghosts. 

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“Erica, by Robert Humbug” by Terri Ash

Submitted to Contest #26

Disclaimer: the names towards the end are made up by combining two names. Please do NOT consider any of these for a child or character. Calling a child one of these will ruin their life, and using one of them for a character is plain stealing unless you ask permission.'Erica was terribly bored of her name. Erica Mary Smith. Could it get any worse? 

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“The Blizzard” by Terri Ash

Submitted to Contest #23

I could practically feel icicles forming under my nose as the blizzard swirled around me. My knees buckled under me; at least I thought they did. I had lost feeling in most of my body a while ago. My snowshoes hadn’t given up on me yet but they would soon. Just minutes earlier a misstep had plunged me under the ice and into the frozen water. The water had filled my lungs, and, as darkness closed in around me, light rushed into my face. I had somehow clawed my way out of it,...

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“V.R.” by Terri Ash

Submitted to Contest #19

Warning: Some gruesome imagery.I plopped down in front of the tv. The simulation was working smoothly so far, but the tv was often buggy. The simulation in question was a reconstruction of an American house in 2023, right before Mr. Trump, in his second term, had lost his sanity and fired nukes at Russia, who retaliated brutally. I sighed, grabbing the remote on the arm of the soft chair I was sitting in. 

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“Dystopian Thanksgiving” by Terri Ash

Submitted to Contest #17

“My name is Daya Cromwell, and welcome to Thanksgiving 3024! As families are no longer a social construct, you will proceed to the nearest ‘Thanksgiving house’ and the people inside are your family for today!” Daya’s preppy voice sounded from the T.V. I sighed. I hated Thanksgiving! What was the point of it, anyways? It was supposed to ‘keep up morale’ but everyone I knew hated it.  “If you don’t know what to do, simply turn on the T....

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Author bio

Every morning Terri wakes up and realises she's still alive and it's not a distant past or terrifying dystopia, she asks herself why. She then writes a story in a dystopian or historical setting to console herself.