Ashley Webb

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Writer. Creative. Creator.
11 word stories (daily)
99% of my social media life is through the perspective of @bodie.goodboy

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Jin walked beneath a cloudless sky, her mind focused on the concrete steps ahead of her. She was drained, and felt like she could sleep for three days straight. The fight was never ending, each time the sun melted into the horizon. She knew he was behind her before he even gripped her shoulder. A shadow fell on top of her, despite the perfect sky, and his voice hissed into her ear, "welcome home," he whispered. "I've been dreaming about you." Jin senses were foggy, overwhelmed with the putrid stench of him. She flexed her hands, preparing them to claw into him, but was stilled by his grasp...
"We'll be spending a lot of time together this go around," he said, a wicked grin staining his face.
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From the eighth story balcony, Reese could just make out her Mom's apartment complex in the fog. The storms were just beginning, and already she could tell it would be getting bad. Heat lightning lit up the sky, and the potted palm trees danced with the wind. She'd only been standing outside a handful of minutes and already her skin was sticky. Her pores sucked at the humidity, and the drizzle frosted the hairs on her arms. It had been a week without a call from her mother: the longest they'd gone without talking. .
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The walls had been freshly painted, and ombre smears of blue looked like waves on the black tiles. As an afterthought, Cleo had spread a dropcloth across the living rooms center. A small island untouched by the waves. It had been a long night, and two days with only a few hours of sleep meant she'd passed out on the thinly veiled living room floor. The footprints echoed the journey of a new arrival, but Cleo wasn't expecting anyone. "Hello," she said, and her voice echoed. Just two rooms over, in what would later be her office, a girl was curled up on the floor. "I'm too late," said the girl, whimpering. .
❔I love the strong scent of paint. To me, it means a new adventure is unfolding. What is a scent you enjoy that others may find strange?❔
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The pen had exploded in the front pocket of her pants. Not surprising since she was prone to chewing the plastic until it became dented and split. On the coffee table, her phone lit up, but the ringer was still on silent from the night before. She rubbed the spot on her pants, only making it worse. The Sunday newspaper thumped as it hit the front porch. Distracted, she turned around, her fingertips now stained blue, and noticed for the first time that the front door was wide open. .
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Wren's foot on the gas pedal was like steel. It touched the floorboard, but refused to accelerate past sixty. The rearview mirror had been shattered, broken pieces of glass glittered on the passenger seat. That was the last fight, the one that had finally declared the war over. The smoking tail pipe reminded Wren of the cigratte burns on her forearm, and she scratched them out of habit. A shadow on the side of the ride motioned to her, stepping out an inch, just missing the driver side window. "You a weirdo," said Wren, only pausing for a second, before she leaned over and popped open the passenger side door, "get in."
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🌅 There was nothing left. The horizon looked as though it was tight in the back of someone's throat. The sun was a blip in the distance. An empty parking lot now served as a slab of concrete: a place to sit, where you didn't have to come in contact with the infected landscape. Lox stretched from his cross legged position, and retrieved the dulled rectangle of metal in front if him. "Noel," it read. And he knew, that they would never have been friends. 🌅
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This is a fresh start to my account. 11 word stories, posted daily. .
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