Ashley Lima
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I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Why I prefer E-readers
I love books, and I have a lot of them. I even collect antique books of all kinds: from algebra textbooks printed in 1841, to relatively unknown fiction from World War II. However, I can't bring myself to read traditional books very often, and here's why.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
AI Can Not Replace Art
A lot has happened with technology in a short amount of time. In 2022, AI art went mainstream. It infiltrated social media sites through third party apps, and there are now even filters on TikTok creating AI art in real time through the platform. It's been around for a while, but the sudden intrusion into our every day lives has left many people on edge, especially creatives. Is this technology going to take our life's work away from us? Will art still be profitable if it can be made by robots in milliseconds?
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
Forest Fire
The topsoil sizzles. The breeze carried destruction, But the rain, it heals.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
April Showers
Loving you is like rain water when it's sunny. Wash the pain away.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
Reminisce
The color of your eyes when you wear the shirt I bought for your birthday.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
Death in the Clouds
Forever frozen; At least the view is pretty. Everest's revenge.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
Volcano
The silent giant, Asleep for millennia: Beware his return.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
Stevie. Runner-Up in 24/7 Companion Challenge.
Stevie is dead. I found her on the floor of my last rental, lifeless, after helping my neighbors with a task. I wasn't gone for more than ten minutes, but it was enough time for her to succumb to whatever silent illness was plaguing her.
By Ashley Lima3 years ago in Petlife
Nonsense
The line between motivated and giving up is thin. I’m in constant contemplation of my purpose and nowhere close to finding the answer. Why is it that I write? I have these wild dreams and vivid imaginings of recognition and fame that I do not deserve. Nothing I have to say is any special, so why do I trick myself into thinking words are my purpose?
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
