Ash Taylor
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Bachelors of Media and Communications, currently battling my way through a Masters in Journalism. Working in radio telling stories, and writing on the weekend. Making my way through my 400 odd backlog of books.
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Divided by Time, Connected by Space
The night sparkles brightly with stars, glittering in the sky the way sunlight dances on a lake. There in the heavens, is a new light – the colour of grass and leaves and life. Standing tall amongst the swaying grass, a group of people gaze at the comet – though they don’t yet know that’s what it is. To them it is a thing of magic, and of power. Breath-taking in its beauty, the green comet moves across the heavens and vanishes from the sky within the span of a lunar cycle. It is never seen again.
By Ash Taylor3 years ago in Earth
Metamorphosis
A butterfly emerges from its chrysalis. The caterpillar had spent the long dark winter months inside, digesting itself until only the barest bones of ‘self’ remained. Little more than a cluster of cells, it had grown into something new. Shedding its chrysalis, the butterfly eventually breaks free.
By Ash Taylor3 years ago in Pride
Home
Familiar mountain, Waterfalls glistening bright The drive home is long. *Note: 'FAMILIAR' is a difficult word to differentiate syllables for. Some will say it with 3 and others will say it with 4. For me, I pronounce it as "fa-mil-yar", so three syllables, and that is how this haiku is intended to be read.
By Ash Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Ticket, Please.
I awoke with the jarring sensation that one feels upon waking from an unplanned nap; I knew not what day it was, nor time, nor where I was. The cabin window and sickly green pleather seats indicated I was in a train compartment, but I had no recollection of ever boarding. Outside the scenery rushed past in a blur. Apartment and office windows lit from within were starkly visible against the otherwise impenetrable darkness. The city. A light above my compartment door dinged, and it slid open to reveal a thoroughly ordinary looking conductor.
By Ash Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
A Chance Encounter
Waves crashed carelessly against stark rocky cliffs, blanketed in a thick layer of sea mist. Visibility was almost as low as the temperature, the wind raking it's freezing fingers through my hair and digging into my bones despite the thick woollen blanket I had wrapped around my shoulders. Cold as I was, I still managed to clutch my pen, scrawling half formed thoughts onto a notebook that the wind was determined to steal from me.
By Ash Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
Dragonfire
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They appeared one day in history, the skies turning dark with their shadows, and claimed the Valley for their own. Until they were driven out. The dragons fought with incandescent rage, raining fire down upon the Valleyfolk with a vengeance that none had seen for an age. Many stood and fell against their wrath, until the Valley was little more than a burnt husk, blackened and charred in the sunlight. Bodies of man and dragon lay buried beneath the ash, alike in death. The last dragon perished mere decades ago, at the hands of human soldiers. Its death cast a pall over the Valley, tainting it. No one dared to enter the cursed place – until now.
By Ash Taylor4 years ago in Fiction
