http://slow.writerscafe.org/ashleybeth39 The original writings of author ashley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776176843 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/808680/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/801824/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/783437/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/775176/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/772369/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/766463/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/765552/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/764759/ Just a rant. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/738233/ not ready http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/714891/ not ready yet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/712182/ Senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/704535/ Mature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/695303/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/693582/      After we'd "broken up", things were worse than ever. He still came by all the time; sometimes he'd call first, but sometimes he would surprise me with two-am visits. It was during one of those visits when we got in a fight.     I'd already started on my m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/691658/      Jay* didn't like that I went to work. Sometimes, after a fight, he would take my keys just to keep me from going anywhere. I remember once, he even went so far as to let the air out of all four of my tires to keep me home. His excuse was that I was too "sick" to go in; I nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/691023/      I'd gone out the door so fast that when I ran into Jay*, I almost knocked him over. He stumbled back with me and grabbed my shoulders. Whether to catch me from falling or keep me from running, I wasn't sure. I shrieked and yanked myself out of his grip.   &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/682877/      I left him once before, or I should say I tried. It was one of those heat of the moment things; I didn't really plan it all out. We'd been going out for a little over two years by then and things were getting worse almost daily. I had to get out. I'd already tried the whole .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/680348/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/676878/ Mature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/670815/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/669697/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/666626/      Cam* was having a party at his place on Friday night and Jay* wanted to go. I tried to talk him out of it; I hadn't seen Cam since that day in Jay's living room and I was in no hurry to see him again. Jay wouldn't listen to any of my arguments, so Friday night I found myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/666423/      I shoved the door open so hard it bounced off the wall andalmost hit me back.      “S**t, Ash, what’s your problem?"     I threw my purse onthe couch and left Jay* in the living room, intent on fixing a drink andi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/661376/ After     The room is quiet. The calm after the storm. I shut my eyesand listen to nothing; the sweet sound of silence. He’s finally gone. From thecracked window, I hear the slam of a door and a turn of an engine as it starts.Relief washes over me so fully I almos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/656584/      He was inthe kitchen getting drinks, that’s what they told me in the living room. Thepeople in the kitchen told me he’d just left, on his way out to the balcony tofind me. The people on the balcony said they hadn’t seen him, but he should bein the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/652175/      I watched Jay* drive away and then shut the door, wishing I’dgone with him to get more drinks. Cam* was on the couch watching the game and Iwrapped my arms across my chest. I didn’t like being alone with him, especiallynot after he’d been drinking. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/648665/ Senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/642633/ crossroads when you come to yours and look as far as you can down the other path you take that big breath and lead with a timid foot down the path you've chosen but what if you choose wrong? can you go back to that crossroad or is it just too late? you didn't realize the options you didn't see far e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/639650/ Senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/639536/ Senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/637635/ Mature, read with caution. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/637393/ Senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/637311/ Senryus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/635958/ Senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/635956/ Senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/635954/ Senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/635652/ why did you do it? was it fun? you heard me say no and then scream it you felt the blows i threw the scratches that caught your cheek you saw my tears and how i tried to run why did you do it?  was it fun?  was i a sport, a conquest  something to write home about? you planned it, i kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/633745/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/632963/ i'm afraid you'll be angry at me for leaving you like i did. i'm afraid you'll want to have a talk- the kind where there aren't any words. i'm afraid you'll bring out your belt, that big one you love so much. i'm afraid you'll make good on all those awful things  you promised would happen if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/632949/      I pulled the house keys from my pocket and silently cursed the damn lights for being out again. I'd called management about them last week and they swore they would come change the bulbs. I didn't usually get off work until midnight and without the light, I couldn't see my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/632386/ Senryus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/632370/ A senryu on prejudice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/632292/      I glanced at the clock for the fourth time in two minutes and then at the door. He was late. The grilled chicken and mashed potatoes I'd spent so long fixing were cold, sitting in the middle of the table next to two empty plates and a bowl of ice-cold green beans. The pecan .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/630100/ two can play this game,it's not something you alone can doso why don't you just sit backand watch what i'ma do to youyou say i'm in denial delusional, and my head's out of whack but, who's obsessed with a "soul mate"  that won't even call them back? last i checked, that "soul mate" left, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/629544/      For my 19th birthday, Jay bought me Jack Johnson's CD, "In Between Dreams". That whole year, "Banana Pancakes" was our song and we must've eaten a hundred of them, they were my absolute favorite.      Sunday mornings, I would wake up late and Jay would al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/629204/ She sits in the same worn rocking chair Day after day, staring Out the window, searching For something she won’t, or can’t tell us. The blanket she wraps around her legs Is worn and frayed on the edge Where she rubs day after day While she stares out .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/628936/ i'm not mad at you anymore i'm not sad at the loss of what could've been i don't want revenge anymore there's no hate left it burned out like fire without oxygen i'm not scared anymore of what you were,  or what you still may be i still love you i think i always will but i'm not mad anymore you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/628930/ senryus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/628904/ did i do something wrong to trigger your hate? all i did was love you the best way i knew how. why did you zero in on me like i was a target for all those hate-laced dartsyou had nowhere else to throw?i'm sorry baby, but it's my stopthis is where i get offi'm pulling the emergency cord.it's over, i'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ashleybeth39/621992/