Ashley Maureena
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I am a resident of north Texas and hold a degree in History Education from UTDallas. I worked in the school system and for non-profits.
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Flash of Lightning
A glacier of fog lumbered down the mountainside, freckled by the tall pines which raised their heads to the constant downpour of Scotland. Inside the tavern though, the air was filled with a different smoke, the kind that developed from the hearth and men’s pipes as they drank their pints and argued over clan issues.
By Ashley Maureena 4 years ago in Fiction
Perfection
“Look at the ice.” My eyes lifted from my folded hands to the frozen pond in front of me. “What do you see?” Perfection. That is all I saw when my eyes fell on ice. The required perfection any time my feet touched ice. From the moment I took my first private lesson up until today, I had felt the pressure to be the best. It transferred to my grades, to running for student office, to any simple task. Do you know what perfectionism fuels? Anxiety. Intense, nerve-wrenching anxiety.
By Ashley Maureena 4 years ago in Fiction
Start Over
Rain pelted the bow windows that consumed the far wall of D’Arcy’s living room. The lightning and thunder shook the outside world, but the inside of the apartment remained silent save the dull hum of electronics. A green light from a computer screen illuminated her face.
By Ashley Maureena 4 years ago in Fiction
The Practical Marigold
Violet. Lily. Marigold. Rose. Daisy. My grandmother was the middle child of five daughters born to a prominent English botanist in 1893. She told me once there were certain expectations of being the daughters of an earl during the Victorian era: beauty, grace, propriety, or, at the least, intelligence. Those belonged to her sisters. Violet, the eldest, was the queen of propriety; Lily was the beauty; Rose was the graceful dancer, pianist, and vocalist; and Daisy inherited their father’s scientific curiosity and intelligence. My grandmother said that left her with the most important, and overlooked, characteristic – practicality.
By Ashley Maureena 4 years ago in Fiction
The Greek Shark
“Mother, you can go to California, but, it’s no place for Elizabeth.” My mother’s protest to my grandmother echoed in my mind as the Skylark turned down a beachfront street. The protests were dismissed. My grandmother was funding my education, after all, and she demanded to spend the summer with me in warm sunshine before I left for college.
By Ashley Maureena 4 years ago in Fiction
