Lucy Ashwood she/her🌈
@lucyashwood.bsky.social
Writer of erotica and dark fiction. Queer and living my best polyamorous life. Read my fiction for free at: https://ko-fi.com/lucyashwood
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The creature wasn’t running, and that was when Veronica started to get worried. What if Dorje didn’t tell anyone what happened? It was possible she’d broken some rule – he had seemed very insistent that she not pass the rocks. Had she violated a boundary with the creature? #InkMine
September 16, 2026 at 4:42 AM
The creature wasn’t running, and that was when Veronica started to get worried. What if Dorje didn’t tell anyone what happened? It was possible she’d broken some rule – he had seemed very insistent that she not pass the rocks. Had she violated a boundary with the creature? #InkMine
I stood frozen remembering my dream. The masks, the voice saying it was time to unmask. The lake was covered in fog, or was the lake made of fog? The city with the strange buildings, the city whose name was in the play? And the ringing of the phone. #BookishTues
September 16, 2026 at 4:37 AM
I stood frozen remembering my dream. The masks, the voice saying it was time to unmask. The lake was covered in fog, or was the lake made of fog? The city with the strange buildings, the city whose name was in the play? And the ringing of the phone. #BookishTues
The psychic, all dark eyes and sexy smiles, seemed oblivious to her thoughts. He flipped the cards and provided vague prognostications about her life. He slipped into astrology, and Caroline found herself nodding along, with no real idea of what he was talking about. #VssDaily
September 16, 2026 at 4:35 AM
The psychic, all dark eyes and sexy smiles, seemed oblivious to her thoughts. He flipped the cards and provided vague prognostications about her life. He slipped into astrology, and Caroline found herself nodding along, with no real idea of what he was talking about. #VssDaily
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She and her friends disregarded the warnings of the locals, the poor backward hicks. After all they know better. So when they maliciously entered the cursed graveyard or disrespect the local cunning woman. They still think they understand the rules and believe they will escape unscathed. #WeirdMicro
September 16, 2026 at 4:25 AM
She and her friends disregarded the warnings of the locals, the poor backward hicks. After all they know better. So when they maliciously entered the cursed graveyard or disrespect the local cunning woman. They still think they understand the rules and believe they will escape unscathed. #WeirdMicro
They were panting when the tunnel opened, widening abruptly into a room no longer lined in brick but cut from the bedrock. Their dimming flashlights revealed candles wedged on top of stone lips and into cracks. Without a word, they walked slowly lighting those dry enough to hold a flame. #WipSnips
September 13, 2026 at 5:41 AM
They were panting when the tunnel opened, widening abruptly into a room no longer lined in brick but cut from the bedrock. Their dimming flashlights revealed candles wedged on top of stone lips and into cracks. Without a word, they walked slowly lighting those dry enough to hold a flame. #WipSnips
“Lady Emerald,” the Queen said, “Now that the realm is settled, I need to form my court. You will be my first Lady-in-Waiting.”
Emerald’s eyes flashed, but she kept her expression neutral. “I am honored, Your Majesty, but such an honor is more than I deserve.” #BraveWrite
Emerald’s eyes flashed, but she kept her expression neutral. “I am honored, Your Majesty, but such an honor is more than I deserve.” #BraveWrite
September 13, 2026 at 5:37 AM
“Lady Emerald,” the Queen said, “Now that the realm is settled, I need to form my court. You will be my first Lady-in-Waiting.”
Emerald’s eyes flashed, but she kept her expression neutral. “I am honored, Your Majesty, but such an honor is more than I deserve.” #BraveWrite
Emerald’s eyes flashed, but she kept her expression neutral. “I am honored, Your Majesty, but such an honor is more than I deserve.” #BraveWrite
“The developers won’t put their,” she used scare bunnies “commitment” to solar power, gray water recycling, or even light pollution into the contract.” Maggie could feel Audrey stiffen, and Maggie knew she was bracing for another of Simon’s explosions. #VssDaily
September 13, 2026 at 5:30 AM
“The developers won’t put their,” she used scare bunnies “commitment” to solar power, gray water recycling, or even light pollution into the contract.” Maggie could feel Audrey stiffen, and Maggie knew she was bracing for another of Simon’s explosions. #VssDaily
Vicki knew that Julia’s magic lay in different paths, and even together, they would be starting from zero, while Dr. Bishara had been a practicing Kemetic magician, publicly at least, for years. Privately likely for longer. And it would effectively halt Julia’s research for her coven. #WipSnips
September 4, 2026 at 4:01 AM
Vicki knew that Julia’s magic lay in different paths, and even together, they would be starting from zero, while Dr. Bishara had been a practicing Kemetic magician, publicly at least, for years. Privately likely for longer. And it would effectively halt Julia’s research for her coven. #WipSnips
She was waiting in a New York airport for her connecting flight. Her traveling companion Dr. Colin Bishara was asleep, resting his head on her shoulder. She opened the email.
According to her message, Julia was in Norway, studying shamanic revival practices. #VssDaily
According to her message, Julia was in Norway, studying shamanic revival practices. #VssDaily
September 4, 2026 at 3:55 AM
She was waiting in a New York airport for her connecting flight. Her traveling companion Dr. Colin Bishara was asleep, resting his head on her shoulder. She opened the email.
According to her message, Julia was in Norway, studying shamanic revival practices. #VssDaily
According to her message, Julia was in Norway, studying shamanic revival practices. #VssDaily
Tabitha stared at the hulking silhouette of the church against the stormy sky. The candles flickering in the windows hinted that someone must be inside, and as her car wasn’t going to start, she rushed to the door, seconds before the rain started.
“Hello?” she called into the empty nave. #Vss365
“Hello?” she called into the empty nave. #Vss365
September 4, 2026 at 3:52 AM
Tabitha stared at the hulking silhouette of the church against the stormy sky. The candles flickering in the windows hinted that someone must be inside, and as her car wasn’t going to start, she rushed to the door, seconds before the rain started.
“Hello?” she called into the empty nave. #Vss365
“Hello?” she called into the empty nave. #Vss365
She was engrossed in the tool marks on the walls and the evidence of deeper carvings, something that someone had tried to chip away – evidence she thought of art or maybe even writing. She stood up, her fingers tracing the faint lines, engrossed in the discovery she didn’t hear the man #WIPSnips
September 1, 2026 at 4:40 AM
She was engrossed in the tool marks on the walls and the evidence of deeper carvings, something that someone had tried to chip away – evidence she thought of art or maybe even writing. She stood up, her fingers tracing the faint lines, engrossed in the discovery she didn’t hear the man #WIPSnips
She paused as they murmured at the mention of before. It was another of the many agreements the women had made. “Before” could not be used to claim privileges over other women, to reference “before” was to imply superiority, as the ones most ready use it were those who came from power. #2WordPrompt
September 1, 2026 at 4:35 AM
She paused as they murmured at the mention of before. It was another of the many agreements the women had made. “Before” could not be used to claim privileges over other women, to reference “before” was to imply superiority, as the ones most ready use it were those who came from power. #2WordPrompt
I’d spent the afternoon trying to find out more about the symbols, but all I got from my internet searching was a conviction that there were way more people into occultism than I’d even thought. I’d only found quasi-reliable resources for half the symbols. #VssMagic
September 1, 2026 at 4:30 AM
I’d spent the afternoon trying to find out more about the symbols, but all I got from my internet searching was a conviction that there were way more people into occultism than I’d even thought. I’d only found quasi-reliable resources for half the symbols. #VssMagic
"You're mixing metaphors." Jim said as he peeked in the door on the right.
I stepped into the room behind him, not wanting to be alone. The house was kind of creepy. This room had belonged to a child, and a roller skate still lay on its side by the bed. #VssDaily
I stepped into the room behind him, not wanting to be alone. The house was kind of creepy. This room had belonged to a child, and a roller skate still lay on its side by the bed. #VssDaily
September 1, 2026 at 4:25 AM
"You're mixing metaphors." Jim said as he peeked in the door on the right.
I stepped into the room behind him, not wanting to be alone. The house was kind of creepy. This room had belonged to a child, and a roller skate still lay on its side by the bed. #VssDaily
I stepped into the room behind him, not wanting to be alone. The house was kind of creepy. This room had belonged to a child, and a roller skate still lay on its side by the bed. #VssDaily
The sun was rising. The sky was tinged with red smudges at her back. Before her, somewhere in the fog, stretched the sea a velvet expanse of darkness. She shoved the candle in the sand, and lit it. The flame was feeble climbing slowly from the white column of wax. She still had time. #VSS365
September 1, 2026 at 4:19 AM
The sun was rising. The sky was tinged with red smudges at her back. Before her, somewhere in the fog, stretched the sea a velvet expanse of darkness. She shoved the candle in the sand, and lit it. The flame was feeble climbing slowly from the white column of wax. She still had time. #VSS365
“Mercy,” Charity growled at her, “I’ve told you to stop letting the door slam.”
Mercy blushed beautifully and lowered her head, her red curls hiding her face. “Sorry, ma’am. It slipped.” She laid a basket of freshly collected eggs on the table, and frowned at Charity.
#WipSnips
Mercy blushed beautifully and lowered her head, her red curls hiding her face. “Sorry, ma’am. It slipped.” She laid a basket of freshly collected eggs on the table, and frowned at Charity.
#WipSnips
August 17, 2026 at 4:06 AM
“Mercy,” Charity growled at her, “I’ve told you to stop letting the door slam.”
Mercy blushed beautifully and lowered her head, her red curls hiding her face. “Sorry, ma’am. It slipped.” She laid a basket of freshly collected eggs on the table, and frowned at Charity.
#WipSnips
Mercy blushed beautifully and lowered her head, her red curls hiding her face. “Sorry, ma’am. It slipped.” She laid a basket of freshly collected eggs on the table, and frowned at Charity.
#WipSnips
Alice paused at a shimmering window display that was mirrored to a billboard visible to much of The Concourse.
As people passed in front of it, the text changed from "Let your fantasies unwind" to a variety of images she presumed were the fantasies of those in front of the sign. #VssDaily
As people passed in front of it, the text changed from "Let your fantasies unwind" to a variety of images she presumed were the fantasies of those in front of the sign. #VssDaily
August 17, 2026 at 4:03 AM
Alice paused at a shimmering window display that was mirrored to a billboard visible to much of The Concourse.
As people passed in front of it, the text changed from "Let your fantasies unwind" to a variety of images she presumed were the fantasies of those in front of the sign. #VssDaily
As people passed in front of it, the text changed from "Let your fantasies unwind" to a variety of images she presumed were the fantasies of those in front of the sign. #VssDaily
The dream began again, the discordant jangling of phones ringing, and the scent of electricity in the air. I was inside the city, I think. The dark stone glistened oily and slick. There was no moon I could see, but the stars, oh reader, the stars were a writhing mass of baleful lights. #WipSnips
August 17, 2026 at 3:58 AM
The dream began again, the discordant jangling of phones ringing, and the scent of electricity in the air. I was inside the city, I think. The dark stone glistened oily and slick. There was no moon I could see, but the stars, oh reader, the stars were a writhing mass of baleful lights. #WipSnips
I could smell the dank scent of fresh water, and with the logic of dreams, I knew the was a city behind me. I could almost remember its name. I could almost hear its name on the cold wind that carried the scent of soldering wires. And somewhere in that city, a phone rang and rang and rang. #InkMine
August 13, 2026 at 3:57 AM
I could smell the dank scent of fresh water, and with the logic of dreams, I knew the was a city behind me. I could almost remember its name. I could almost hear its name on the cold wind that carried the scent of soldering wires. And somewhere in that city, a phone rang and rang and rang. #InkMine
“I can’t unring this bell,” she muttered as the bus reached her stop. She would return the book to Dr. Bishara, at least once she’d studied and copied any spells she thought would be useful. It was just that copying magical books was a challenge. The information resisted most efforts. #vssDaily
August 13, 2026 at 3:43 AM
“I can’t unring this bell,” she muttered as the bus reached her stop. She would return the book to Dr. Bishara, at least once she’d studied and copied any spells she thought would be useful. It was just that copying magical books was a challenge. The information resisted most efforts. #vssDaily
The trails in this garden are long since gone, the once sandy pathways reclaimed by a muddle of wild roses and wilder weeds (new word). Following the moonlit, she circled the briar covered structure until she saw a way in, a thorn-lined tunnel into the dark room within. #vss365
August 13, 2026 at 3:39 AM
The trails in this garden are long since gone, the once sandy pathways reclaimed by a muddle of wild roses and wilder weeds (new word). Following the moonlit, she circled the briar covered structure until she saw a way in, a thorn-lined tunnel into the dark room within. #vss365
Professor Crane’s eyes shot over to her, but he barely paused in his lecture. Violet couldn’t stop her thoughts, imagining a field of grapes. She could almost smell the ripe grapes and feel the autumn sun. And there in the field would be the marble statue of Priapus. #WildWalkPrompt
August 3, 2026 at 2:41 AM
Professor Crane’s eyes shot over to her, but he barely paused in his lecture. Violet couldn’t stop her thoughts, imagining a field of grapes. She could almost smell the ripe grapes and feel the autumn sun. And there in the field would be the marble statue of Priapus. #WildWalkPrompt
This was going to be harder than calling the ghost.
I scrolled through my contacts, my finger poised over Mandy’s name. I tapped her name and heard it ring. And hearing that ring, I wondered what would feel worse – her picking up or voicemail? #oxjDailyWords #oxj
I scrolled through my contacts, my finger poised over Mandy’s name. I tapped her name and heard it ring. And hearing that ring, I wondered what would feel worse – her picking up or voicemail? #oxjDailyWords #oxj
August 3, 2026 at 2:36 AM
This was going to be harder than calling the ghost.
I scrolled through my contacts, my finger poised over Mandy’s name. I tapped her name and heard it ring. And hearing that ring, I wondered what would feel worse – her picking up or voicemail? #oxjDailyWords #oxj
I scrolled through my contacts, my finger poised over Mandy’s name. I tapped her name and heard it ring. And hearing that ring, I wondered what would feel worse – her picking up or voicemail? #oxjDailyWords #oxj
It’s the sun that does it, takes away the otherworld. When the back bedroom on the second floor was mine it was almost perfect. Except when the sun sprayed over the field of endless glass; the glaring heat baking the room, leaving no room for sleep or dreams. #VssDaily
August 3, 2026 at 2:24 AM
It’s the sun that does it, takes away the otherworld. When the back bedroom on the second floor was mine it was almost perfect. Except when the sun sprayed over the field of endless glass; the glaring heat baking the room, leaving no room for sleep or dreams. #VssDaily