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Sometimes, I have this dream. It doesn’t come every night, but when it does, it leaves me shaken for days. It goes like this: When…
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A faraway neighbor. P.S. We crave connection, but also space. A faraway neighbor offers both. They’re there when needed, yet respect our privacy. We’re not…
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As a motorcycle enthusiast, I’ve found myself wondering about horse riding. Not to trade in my bike, but out of pure curiosity. How different is…
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Remember who I am I grew up in a town so small, you could blink and miss it. Everyone knew everyone’s business. Dreams? They were…
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The first time I felt grown up? It wasn’t when I thought it would be. I was just a kid, barely 10. Every morning, before…
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A million dollars. The number feels strange, almost unreal. It takes me back to our small town, where every penny counted and luxuries were just…
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Alright, buckle up, because if failure took a vacation, I’d be living life like it’s a game of “Floor is Lava”! First off, I’d tackle…
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The blank page mocked me, pristine and unforgiving. Write a love letter to yourself, they said. Easy, right? Dead wrong. I remember that day vividly.…
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I love my motorcycle. It’s my freedom, my risk, my passion all rolled into one. Leather on, I start the engine. Its growl matches my…
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For me, it’s meditation. And when I say I changed my mind, I mean it turned my world upside down. I used to think meditation…
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 