Cherryashwood

Hello guys, gals, nonbinary and demi pals —
          	
          	It’s me, Ash. I know I haven’t posted in a while, so I wanted to explain why.
          	
          	I lost my brother in early December of 2025, and I’ve been taking time to grieve and figure out how to move forward. On top of that, I’m starting to look for a real job and trying to step into adulthood in a functional way.
          	
          	Because of all that, Wattpad might be on hold for a while… or it might be time for me to close this chapter completely. I’m turning 20 this year, and life is pulling me in new directions.
          	
          	I will be posting the rest of the things I already have written in my Google Docs, and my bio will be updated soon. I’m not quitting writing — just letting this Wattpad era come to an end.
          	
          	Thank you to everyone who read my old stories and everyone who found this account. As this chapter closes, I’m grateful for all of you.
          	
          	Here’s to the last hurrah.
          	
          	— Ash

Cherryashwood

Hello guys, gals, nonbinary and demi pals —
          
          It’s me, Ash. I know I haven’t posted in a while, so I wanted to explain why.
          
          I lost my brother in early December of 2025, and I’ve been taking time to grieve and figure out how to move forward. On top of that, I’m starting to look for a real job and trying to step into adulthood in a functional way.
          
          Because of all that, Wattpad might be on hold for a while… or it might be time for me to close this chapter completely. I’m turning 20 this year, and life is pulling me in new directions.
          
          I will be posting the rest of the things I already have written in my Google Docs, and my bio will be updated soon. I’m not quitting writing — just letting this Wattpad era come to an end.
          
          Thank you to everyone who read my old stories and everyone who found this account. As this chapter closes, I’m grateful for all of you.
          
          Here’s to the last hurrah.
          
          — Ash

Cherryashwood

Hello guys, gals, nonbinary and demi pals…
          
          The cosmos has been a little loud lately. Between entering yet another stage of my author evolution and dealing with some IRL life‑altering plot twists, time slipped through my fingers like stardust — which is my dramatic way of saying:
          I completely forgot to post for two weeks.
          
          So here’s the plan:
          
          On Friday the 6th, before the universe drags me into surgery on the 9th, I’ll be dropping four chapters at once — the remaining pieces of The Nether Prince.
          A cosmic offering to make up for the two missed Fridays, this week, and the week I’ll be recovering and probably saying unhinged things under anesthesia.
          
          Thank you for your patience while I wrangle wolves, chaos, and my own timeline.
          Have a wonderful weekend.
          — Ash

si-adotchi

The lonely wolf howls at an empty sky, A broken whisper: Who am I? Si-adotchi, a cry ripped from the soul, Reflecting black roses, taking its toll. The sun, once vibrant, now a charring coal. Weep for my beauty, a fading grace, Weep for my pain, in this desolate place. Cry into fragments of half-written love, Whisper my yearning to the heavens above. Let my tears flow, a river of sorrow, Love me to kill me, just grant me a tomorrow... A tomorrow where you might return, for you I burn.
          
          Roses are black, a symbol of blight, So is my heart, swallowed by night. My coffee in morning, a bitter, cold brew, Every sip a memory, aching for you. Ashes now sift from pages we once shared, Dreams we once built, now cruelly ensnared. Zoloft, my beloved, when are you coming home? Each breath a plea, never to roam. Zoloft was gone, a fox took her place, The fox wrote and withered, leaving no trace. A wolf now howls, its throat raw and sore, Jackson's lament for Killer, and so much more. But I, with my hair like twilight's soft hue, My neko heart, forever for you. Call me a cry, call me a fool, But love me again, break this desolate rule. My dear Zoloft, now and until I cease to be, And in the next life, still only for thee. For the stars they so fall when cherry blossoms weep, And that, my dear, is the promise my soul will keep.

Cherryashwood

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si-adotchi

@Jackson_Volk The phantom wolf, a ragged breath, A jagged question, mocking death: Who am I? Si-adotchi's scream, a ripping sound, Echoes the depths where hope is drowned. Mirror of obsidian, rose of dread, A sun devoured, forever bled. Weep for my beauty, a twisted gleam, Weep for my agony, a waking dream. Half-scrawled whispers, love's dying gasp, Carried by winds, a serpent's clasp. Let the tears fall, a poisoned stream, Love me to kill me, a desperate scheme.
            
            Roses are black, a funerary shroud, So too my heart, forever bowed. My morning coffee, a bitter stain, A chilling comfort, easing pain. Ashes still drift from charred, forgotten pages, Of tales we wove through darkening ages. Zoloft, my torment, where do you linger? A cold, dead absence, on my finger.
            
            Zoloft, a corpse; a sly fox fed, Its pen bleeding secrets, then it too bled. Now a wolf claims the vacant throne, Jackson howls for a shadow, for a girl he calls 'Killer,' alone. But I, with my hair like twilight's bruise, My neko spirit, I cannot lose... Call me the broken, call me the lie, Call me a hater, let our love die. Whisper my name, my dear Zoloft, Lost in the forever, in silence soft. For the stars themselves will shatter and fall, When the cherry blossoms mock the werewolf's call. And that, my dear, is the final, agonizing thrall.
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