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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…
Soul-stirring fiction, fueled by intuition
S.J. Asher
Author. Rider. Explorer.
“Manuscripts don’t burn.” – Mikhail Bulgakov,
The Master and Margarita
Come along as I unpack the colorful chaos of life through heartfelt stories and real talk. From gut-busting laughs to ugly cries, wild dreams to secret fears, we’ll explore the moments that make us human. Together, let’s celebrate the highs, learn from the lows, and find magic in the everyday.
S.J. Asher 