Aston Martinez
Bio
I'm a mom of three that has a burning passion for writing and activism. I'm currently a copywriter for Habit Nest, but I'm on Vocal to branch out further and put more of my own personal work out there. I hope you enjoy them!
Achievements (1)
Stories (16/0)
Genesis
Fuck! Dr. Hillard scanned his identity badge rapidly. As soon as he heard the familiar click of the door unlocking, he burst through it. His dark eyes scanned the dull walls, the blend of grey and ivory paint making the inside of the building devoid of any personality. Hillard stopped to tousle beach sand-colored hair and unclench his jaw for a split second. All his work could suddenly be for naught. All the power he was about to gain would evaporate into wisps of hopelessness.
By Aston Martinez 2 years ago in Fiction
When I Experienced a Clear-Cut Case of Gender Bias in the ER
A couple of weeks ago, I had to take my husband to the ER. He had been coughing for about a week, but he woke up that day with a high fever, chest pain, and low oxygen levels, so I persuaded him to get checked out. I followed the triage nurses to the ER room my husband would be examined in, and my eyes drifted to the small whiteboard on the wall that lists the names of the attending doctor and nurses. I sighed and locked eyes with my husband, who knew exactly why I seemed troubled without me needing to speak a single word. I had encountered the attending doctor previously, and it was easily one of the worst experiences I’ve had with healthcare professionals.
By Aston Martinez 2 years ago in Humans
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Through the Eyes of the OwlRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
"Remind me again why I'm awake so early in the middle of nowhere?" Damon's grouchy voice cut through the thick darkness of the Airbnb cabin he and his wife, Avery, had rented for a week-long getaway. It was the third day of their trip, and Avery had insisted that they wake up before dawn to see the sunrise by the lake. He yawned, feeling the humid air coat his lungs as he ran his fingers through his thick blonde beard.
By Aston Martinez 2 years ago in Fiction
The Lives You Save
The sun was sitting low, cresting atop the surrounding city buildings. The light it issued shone dimly through darkly tinted windows, creating an ambiance you could only find at a hole-in-the-wall coffee shop such as Allison’s Espresso Express. The small building smelled strongly of exotic coffee blends and a variety of toasted sandwiches. The few customers were either mumbling in hushed voices amongst each other or clicking away on cell phones and laptops. Colleen Caraway sipped a black coffee in the corner. Colleen was a quiet woman in her early forties with an athletic build and a soft, smooth face. She was maintaining slow, deep breaths to still her mind. Breathe in…2…3…4. Breathe out…2…3…4. The soothing breaths coaxed her lightly shadowed eyelids to close ever so gently over dazzling bright blue eyes. A long and full set of eyelashes brushed against her bold cheekbones. As her eyes reopened, the spark that often presented itself during work had diminished into a dull glaze that didn’t signify much more than the basic presence of life. Long hair the color of saturated beach sand was pulled into a high ponytail. The strands were neatly sprayed into place to maintain the sleek look even after a long shift. Her work was done for the day, but she dreaded nothing more than her time off and the absence of anything to occupy herself with.
By Aston Martinez 3 years ago in Humans
