Elisa Ashley - Yahoo! Voices

Angels in Waiting (REWRITE - 483 Words)

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 10:44:22 EDT

The girls spent a lot of time playing in the garden among the tidy rows of blossoming flowers, having tea parties beneath sun-streaked blue skies and running and giggling in the sprawling green grass next to their home in the country.

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Apr 22, 2008

Mother's Day Poems

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 10:59:47 EDT

mother's day poems

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Apr 10, 2008

Holding on and Letting Go

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 22:04:30 EDT

Life is learning to give and take.

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Mar 29, 2008

The Audacity of Hope

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 22:01:34 EDT

Hope in the face of adversity

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Mar 29, 2008

My Room

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 16:52:08 EDT

A short story dedicated to Matthew who gave me the first sentence. :)

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Mar 10, 2008

Symphony of Souls

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 20:20:21 EDT

Everything we have experienced, or will experience in this life or not brings us together

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Mar 06, 2008

One Year Later

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 09:22:30 EDT

Recovering from rape

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Feb 15, 2008

Hormones First Thing in the Morning

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:58:21 EDT

Girls and boys ARE different!

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Feb 08, 2008

Wait!

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 15:05:56 EDT

Please I wasn't finished I still have things to say to you To make you believe me

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Feb 05, 2008

Love Comes Softly

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Fri, 04 Jan 2008 15:18:23 EDT

Love is what is there when you're sick it's what you talk about when you're together When you're quiet, but not silent

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Jan 04, 2008

The Jingle of Change in a Pocket

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 12:27:40 EDT

The jingle of change in a pocket dictates the way that I feel and brings a premonition of my future

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Dec 19, 2007

The Underlying Sadness

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 12:11:19 EDT

The underlying sadness stays with me It breaks my heart again and again

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Dec 19, 2007

Merry-Go-Round World

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Tue, 20 Nov 2007 09:04:00 EDT

Poetic injustices of the heart

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Nov 20, 2007

Into the Blue

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 14:56:00 EDT

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Nov 15, 2007

The Mansion of Mystery, CONCLUSION

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Fri, 02 Nov 2007 08:38:00 EDT

Chloe exits once more and I, again, sit stunned on her bed. My thoughts are whirling and while I am trying to sort them out Chloe comes back in. Behind her is her friend, Elizabeth Wilton-Turner Hewitt.

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Nov 02, 2007

The Mansion of Mystery, Part 5

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 22:42:00 EDT

Do I believe in ghosts? How else can I explain Chloe being in my hallway when I was here alone, and then vanishing into thin air? Yes, I believe in ghosts. At least, I do now. I have no other explanation. My thoughts only seem to run in circles....

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Oct 27, 2007

The Mansion of Mystery, Part 4

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 12:56:00 EDT

Other than the yellowing fading newspaper clipping of the photo of the painting of Chloe, I cannot find her anywhere. There are no names, no people, no listings, no journal entries of or by anyone of that name.

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Oct 26, 2007

I Refuse

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 21:40:00 EDT

A semi-poetic demand for justice

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Oct 25, 2007

The Mansion of Mystery, Part Three

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 12:05:00 EDT

I stand at the top of the staircase in the hallway and listen, trying to stop my breath from coming in ragged gasps so I can hear. There is an eerie stillness and suddenly, what I hear is a frightened shout. VICTOR!!

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Oct 23, 2007

The Mansion of Mystery

contributor-community@yahoo-inc.com (Elisa Ashley) — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 13:22:00 EDT

At the foot of the staircase I do not see my backpack. I shrug and walk through the downstairs, retracing my steps to see if I left it somewhere along the way. I find it in the kitchen. I haven't been in the kitchen today until just now.

Contributor: Elisa Ashley
Published: Oct 21, 2007