Ashley McMahon
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Aspiring writer, lackadaisical poet, disappointed idealist, formerly gifted child.
Trying to unlearn the lie of wasted potential.
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Couch Potato
It had been an extraordinarily long day for Gary. Much, much longer than any previous day. Gary was tired, so much more tired than he had been on any previously long day he had had. I should sleep well tonight, Gary thought to himself as he sat down. Sinking deeply into his well-worn plush recliner, his thoughts echoed: I should sleep.
By Ashley McMahonabout a month ago in Fiction
Liver Between the Lines
"Do you deliver after hours?" The other end of the wire hummed a dimly lit, vacuous kind of empty. "Sir or madam, this is a post office." Croaked a young angsty voice through the noisy land line. "We only operate during office hours, not after office hours."
By Ashley McMahon10 months ago in Humor
The youth
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. We were just children. So, the rules of our absent parents held as much authority as superstitious threats from the homeless crone across the street. The door didn't seem remarkable in any way, nothing about it warranted the constant flickering glances from my fundamentalist father. He would yell profanities at us for even going near it. My younger brother and I would joke that perhaps he caught the devil from that old crone in the park, keeping it locked up.
By Ashley McMahonabout a year ago in Horror
