Author: S.J Asher
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I despise “suddenly.” As a mathematician and software engineer, I crave precision. My code doesn’t execute “suddenly” – it follows a logical sequence, each line…
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We all know the power of a grudge. It lingers, festering in the dark corners of our minds. But what happens when a grudge transcends…
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Bessarabia to Boston: 4,708 miles.Young, confused, uncertain.Degrees fresh, their worth unknown.A journey of questions, a path unclear. Chișinău airport: Soviet ghosts linger.Cracked linoleum, cheap cigarette…
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Solitude seekers multiply. We flee to forests, mountains, deserts. Chasing silence, inspiration, escape. But isolation amplifies. It echoes our deepest truths, our darkest fears. Fun…
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I first noticed the Glimmer on Instagram. Some psych account talking about things that are the opposite of triggers. Little moments that light you up…
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I never meant to be a blogger. It wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was writing a book (so, one unplanned step lead to another) …
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I sit across from Sajra, her eyes like black holes absorbing light. She calls herself a Dream Technician. I call her the most unsettling person…
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I pry my eyes open. The alarm clock’s red digits bore into my skull: 6:17 AM. Too early. Always too early. My body aches, a…
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Since I’ve answered this prompt before, let’s revisit the world of the Dream Technician and see how they improve their quality of life in ways…
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The kitchen clock read 6 AM. I hunched over my laptop at the dining table, WordPress dashboard mocking me from behind a wall of open…
S.J. Asher 