Ashleigh Holmes
Bio
Married mother of an adorable little girl who keeps me on my toes. I love art, craft, photography and food. I love to write about parenting and the trials I have struggled with, and also photography as an outlet for lifelong anxiety.
Stories (35/0)
Capturing Life of the Macaw
The light streamed through a slit in the canvas as a slight breeze rustled the tent and woke Jacinta up. She had always been a heavy sleeper, but somehow in the Honduras forest every little noise, smell and twitch made her jump. As much as she loved camping, she preferred the seaside camping, not middle of a hot, steamy, subtropical forest camping. Unfortunately you suffer for your passion, and her passion had brought her here.
By Ashleigh Holmesabout a year ago in Photography
I'm Sorry Grandma
You always think you will have more time. It is a constant issue human's have. Procrastination. We know we shouldn't procrastinate family but sometimes we cannot help it. Life gets in the way. You get married, have kids and before long you are consumed and the days blur into each other. This is an open letter to my now deceased grandma for the guilt I carry.
By Ashleigh Holmesabout a year ago in Families
Temptation of the Ice
Tentatively Sherry took a step, it was always the way every winter. Fresh snow covered the trees and a fresh, hard layer of ice covered Marquine Pond in to a frozen wonderland. She had been cautious every year since she had slipped and fell through the ice one year and caught pneumonia. She missed the whole season of ice-skating and she vowed never to make that mistake again. Feeling that the ice was stable underneath her skate, she edged her other foot so was fully on the pond. She let out a breath.
By Ashleigh Holmes2 years ago in Fiction
Gone ... Flying
Nothing felt freer than flying. Being one with the wind and the sky, and going anywhere you wanted to go. Jayda thought she would fly forever, and she was well on her way until her accident. Well everyone said it was an accident, but deep in her heart she knew it had been deliberate. Let’s start from the beginning.
By Ashleigh Holmes2 years ago in Fiction
Instant Regret of Opening Packages Not Addressed To You
There was no note or warning, just a simple package left on my doorstep wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. I shouldn’t have opened it, I kick myself every day for giving into the mystery. Now I cannot take it back. My name is Shae and this is my story.
By Ashleigh Holmes2 years ago in Fiction
Saving Senna
The wind swirled and the darkening clouds slowly rolled in over the bay, but Senna couldn’t see behind the tears welling in her eyes as she blindly ran towards the open water. Hitting the waves like a raging bull in a china shop, she lost her balance and fell into the foamy but shallow water, and prayed the waves would take her far away. Letting herself float for a few minutes while she closed her eyes, her brain replayed the incident automatically.
By Ashleigh Holmes2 years ago in Fiction
