Ashley Beatty-Pernetti
Bio
Wife. Mom. Creator.
Just a messy 29-year-old, wading her way through life, one word at a time.
Raising mental health awareness with the written word and firsthand experience.
Both fiction and non-fiction stories to nourish your soul.
Stories (40/0)
Let Me Out
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It was my face, but there was something dark about its presence. Almost sinister-like. The reflection mirrored my movements, my mannerisms, but the eyes looked hollow and empty. And the smile… just slightly curled upwards as I stared back in horror. And I swear, as I turned away, the reflection remained still, watching me leave.
By Ashley Beatty-Pernettiabout a year ago in Horror
The To-Do List: Chapter Three
Three days had passed since Mitch and I said goodbye to Mel. Mr. and Mrs. Hannen had gone to the morgue to identify her body and, unfortunately, it was her. They had been busy planning a funeral for their daughter, my parents helping as much as possible. Mitch hadn’t been around much and I didn’t blame him.
By Ashley Beatty-Pernetti2 years ago in Fiction
The To-Do List
I opened my eyes to the sound of birds chirping outside of my window, sun pouring into my bedroom. The smell of bacon making its way up the stairs and under my door. I stretched my arms above my head, sighing heavily, as I pulled myself out of bed.
By Ashley Beatty-Pernetti2 years ago in Fiction
The Beauty of Boudoir
I've always enjoyed photography. The art of capturing beauty, natural or staged, has intrigued me for as long as I can remember. In April of 2021, I decided to take my passion to the next level and start a business. In a matter of weeks, I quickly came to realize that I had a special eye for sensual and empowering shots. Enter, Boudoir.
By Ashley Beatty-Pernetti2 years ago in Photography
Why I Believe What I Believe
My content is usually pretty well-organized and thought-out. But today, things are coming at me a little differently. It’s Independence Day, the 4th of July. Previously known as one of my favorite holidays. But this year? It feels wrong. It feels wrong to celebrate a country that still holds so much racism, sexism, and the like. As I push into my late twenties, I’ve felt more comfortable and confident to stand by my morals and beliefs, whether people despise me because of them or not. I am anti-racist. I am anti-sexist. I am against any belief or moral that diminishes the value of another human life or strips them of their rights. In America, these beliefs and morals are still very much alive and practiced by millions of people.
By Ashley Beatty-Pernetti4 years ago in The Swamp
Self Care Wear
For most of my life, I’ve struggled with multiple mental health illnesses -- from depression and anxiety to anorexia and attention deficit disorder. And then some. As I got older, I realized how misunderstood these illnesses are and how many people feel uncomfortable talking about them. Because mental health has always been a part of my life, I’ve never felt uncomfortable talking about my illnesses, but rather felt ashamed and overwhelmed. And today, I am no longer ashamed. I’ve accepted all of my diagnoses and openly talk about them. Mental illnesses are not something to be ashamed of or feel uncomfortable talking about. Recently, I took the steps to continue raising awareness and supporting mental health.
By Ashley Beatty-Pernetti4 years ago in Psyche
Let's Dismantle Racism. Together.
Racism. What is racism? The technical definition of it is: “prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior.” And this definition is light, not touching on the inequality and injustices that stem from it.
By Ashley Beatty-Pernetti4 years ago in The Swamp