Ashley Needles

"Come on," my best friend Anne Marie calls sounding like she's drank five espressos and dragging me by the hand. Anne Marie doesn't get it. Carefully I place my feet, wondering if she is flipping her hair while smiling at some hot guy. That's what she did in the old days. The days before the accident. The days before I had to relearn everything. I miss seeing her wide grin and her flashing brown eyes. "You're going too fast," I call fear tightening my voice, but it's too late. I'm tripping, falling, the world is completely dark. Logic tells me I'm about to hit cement. Experience says I'm descending down a never-ending black hole. My palms hit the pavement just before my face does. "Sorry," Anne Marie says grabbing me by the armpits and helping me up. My hand reaches for the cane I dropped in the fall to my doom. Of course, it isn't there. It fell too. A moment of panic takes hold before Anne Marie is shoving it...

Penny wanted Azure dead. She wanted the millions that bitch would get in the divorce. Azure didn't deserve a dime. Penny had never met Azure but she hated her. Hated the cold hearted prima donna spending the money that belonged to her. Penny had worked her ass off for years to find a man like Dicksin Hooker, a man that deserved her.  Dicksin picked her up in white stretch hummer limos. Dicksin flew her first class every where she wanted to go. Dicksin was a multimillionaire. People thought Azure had helped him get there, but that was a lie. Dicksin told her how Azure just sat on her ass all day while he did all the work. He'd just given Azure credit because he was such a good husband to that bitch.  That bitch was too frigid to give Dicksin blow jobs for all his hard work.  Penny knew how to please men. That's why her johns were much nicer to her than they were to their girlfriends and wives. Those other women didn't deserve the lavish gift she go...

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I finally got it done! I certainly procrastinated long enough! I have to admit, part one, I didn't expect to get fans or have friends and strangers asking about part two. It was an experiment. Writing was something I did to keep myself entertained and to handle the curve balls of life and then over a hundred copies sold of part one without a single bad review and with only spending five dollars on advertising! I think that's mostly because my facebook family rocks. The support and kindness I've received online is utterly incredible! That's why I want to give back! To everyone who leaves a five-star review in the first five days, I've been ordering some amazing gifts for you. The grand prize winner of the best review will be getting a .999 ounce gold bullion bar! Crazy right? I don't know the exact quality of this, I did order it online, so no guarantees, but hey I'm doing my best to give back some of the insane amount love I'v...

A great peace has washed over me the last few days. It's amazing how being lied about and condemned publicly set me free. For so long fear held me hostage. I expected the world to turn on me and see me the way my persecutor did. I lived in hiding ashamed of my cowardice and convinced of my insignificance. I wanted so badly to just disappear completely. Years went by while I suffered silently knowing that at some point the ticking time bomb was going to go off. Abusive emails twisted and confused the truth, speaking falsehoods with conviction suffocated me. At times, I could barely breathe because of the weight and I would wonder if I was crazy. Tick... tick... tick... went the time bomb day after day and like an Alfred Hitchcock marathon the suspense frayed at my nerves. Finally, the bomb went off. Instead of my life blowing up into a million pieces and losing so many dear and wonderful friendships, the bomb had over time without my awareness transformed into...

I stood in an operating room, in front of me were doctors and nurses operating on a patient. I expected when I approached I would see myself laying on the bed but to my surprise, I didn't find myself there this time. Instead, hooked up to a breathing tube, was the man I used to call my husband. I looked at the Doctor standing next to me. He had white hair escaping his blue cap and twinkling blue eyes. "What are you doing to him?" I asked eyeing the sharp objects laying neatly on a tray by his bed. "He's very ill, we're trying to save his life." The doctor said in a kind and patient voice. "But what's wrong with him?" I wondered aloud. Then a large movement caught my eye. One of the doctors had made an incision into the head of the patient and out of it came giant red angry preying mantises. Each mantis was nearly eleven feet tall. They jumped on the walls and eyed their victim. They were going to kill him. Without thinking I grabbed t...

Here's what I've learned over the last few years from trying to make things make sense again. Often addicts are trying to fill up a hole in their "soul." They try to fill it with food or drugs or exercise or other people. This need can create both good or bad habits. It can lead to greatness or destruction. Sometimes both. It's an interesting paradigm. Narcissists are also typically addicts. They are addicted to praise and feeling special. The reason is usually the narcissist feels incredibly lonely and is in deep pain. Like drug addicts, they will do just about anything to get their fix. Hurt loved ones, lie, have affairs, make millions, whatever it takes. This is why narcissists often turn to drugs or create delusions of grandeur. The most difficult time for a narcissist or a drug addict is the comedown, the crash. This is when the narcissist is most vulnerable to psychotic breaks or picking up new addictions. The desperate need to feel special wil...