Ashley Wrigley
Bio
In a world where one almost feels pushed out of place, writing gives people a way to connect through readable thought. This is where I find my satisfaction. I prefer writing fictional stories; however, I also enjoy unraveling deep truths.
Stories (4/0)
The Floors of My Mind
Too many people in an area designed only for a few. As a ball-like feeling claws its way up my throat, the skin from my arms stick to parts of the torso where they meet in my sleeves. TEN. All of my senses are not getting along. My eyes are playing tricks where one must follow the other. I wish for a mask as I smell the cloud of perfume and body odor and wonder which is mine. I comfort myself by leaning against a corner that I know has been touched by many other's backends. NINE. I can hear the clicks from a nearby phone, a sniffle, a nervous tap of a shoe, and a huff and puff... Oh lord, please blow this down! If I could hear smiles, the silence would be one of concern. EIGHT. There it is... the ball has found its way to the top of my esophagus waiting to be forced right back down, just to fight yet again for a view. SEVEN. How the living nightmare are we not there?! How can a single minute feel like so much more?! SIX. My fingers find their way to the back of my shoulders where they uneasily meet my tense neck. My chiropractor has jokingly said, "If you get any more knots, they'll never get untied." I did not believe it was all that amusing. FIVE.
By Ashley Wrigley3 days ago in Fiction
Goblet of Mercy
They picked me out of a bunch, took me in, gave me a home. They spoke of pristine promises and light without the flame. I forged their every move, worshiped them, drained for them. I did as much as my human flesh could endure. As I laid upon my king's lap, tired and brittle, I drank from the goblet of mercy. The next day I am to be destined as more than this vessel; I am to be a queen.
By Ashley Wrigley12 months ago in Fiction
