A/N: C'mon, you didn't really think I would end it like that, did you? Here's the REAL final part, I hope you enjoy it. It'll give you at least a bit more closure. And while I have your attention: I want to give a HUGE thanks to my writing buddies and editors Meghan and Mikaela, … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part VII (FINAL)
Author: Ashton Rose
I ama freelance writer, editor, and blogger for hire. I use my skills and personal experience to craft content that is captivating, compelling, and engaging. I specialize in content about writing, mental health, and LGBTQ+ life and issues. When not writing, I can usually be found with a spade in one hand and a book in the other.
After what feels like hours, the front door opens. I want to be relieved, but I’m not sure if it’s Ivan or that thing trying to draw me out. Multiple times since I entered the bathroom, it has spoken in a disembodied voice, trying to lure me out, but I have stayed put, afraid for … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part VI
When I wake up, the sun shines brightly through the windows, indicating that it’s sometime in the afternoon. Ivan shouldn’t be at work too much longer. I'm glad I slept through most of the day. Staying here alone for that long would have terrified me, no matter what I told Ivan. I was much more … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part V
"Babe? What's wrong?" His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I turn around to see what he’s looking at and immediately regret it. There's a creature on the wall. Not standing against the wall, but on the wall, at a 90 degree angle with the floor, all four limbs bent to maintain its grip. … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part IV
There's a couple blankets and a pillow on the floor next to the bed, like someone slept there. Looking behind me, the other side of the bed is crinkled and messy. That’s strange. If Ivan slept in the bed, who was on the floor? I don't remember drinking last night, but the terrible pain in … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part III
"Sometimes I think you're too good for me," I say to Ivan as he comes back in the room, bucket and dirty rag in hand. "Nonsense," he replies. "I couldn't dream of being with anyone else." I smile at him as he heads to the bathroom. I hear the shower start, and the water splattering … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part II
I wake to the sound of crying. It’s soft, coming from elsewhere in the house. I look at Ivan. He’s still asleep, his face relaxed. I’m glad the crying hasn’t woken him— Ivan is a real grump when he gets woken up. Carefully, I work my way out from under the tangle of covers, gently … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part I
A/N: This is in no way a finished draft. In fact, it is a first draft. Normally, I would not publish a first draft. However, I have been assigned to do so from the podcast Start With This by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor. It is a great podcast about the process of creating, and … Continue reading Untitled
AN- This is an updated version of my previous poem, Never Ready. This version was also published in my school's literary magazine, The Mill. Do you ever get the feeling that something went horribly, horribly wrong? That you should have never let him go, you should have fought until you couldn’t fight anymore, until your … Continue reading Not Ready
It was a warm, sunny afternoon. Hot enough that a coat would be too heavy, but still cold enough that a light jacket was easily comfortable. His jacket was blue and gray, soft, clean. The sky, only slightly lighter than his jacket, was inviting, seeming to say to me “it’s going to be beautiful” as … Continue reading A Swing Set Spiderman
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