JB Ingland

Joined March 2020

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Toxic Adult Child & Parent Relationships
John has been working on his graduate program for the past year to acquire his Master in Education. Both of John's parents are Educators and he has always admired Teaching. Along the way, John has met Sara. Sara is a small business owner of a local Antiquities Shop. Sara and John hit it off and soon they become engaged. John's parents have welcomed Sara with open arms. John finishes school and begins Teaching. For the first few months, life is lovely.
By JB Ingland3 years ago in Families
O Time, Be Still
A dewy morning sky Gives way to fresh birdsong Crisp air fills awakened lungs Boots stuffed with fuzzy socks Long knit sweaters
By JB Ingland3 years ago in Poets
An Unexpected Visitor
The pillow felt heavy against my cheek as my body sunk into the feather-down mattress. I wrapped a clammy hand around my comforter, pulling it over my head. The familiar wave washed over me.
By JB Ingland4 years ago in Fiction
Through the Eyes of Meg
Meg sat at her desk. Her pen hovered over the parchment. Many times the pen moved toward the parchment and then away; her thoughts jammed with ideas, but not the ones she needed. Her new book had just been published. She had promised a series of three. A story that told tales of dragons, villains, and, of course, love. Instead of writing the sequel, she sat stumped. Worried she wouldn’t be able to deliver.
By JB Ingland4 years ago in Fiction
Requited
Morning light shone through the pale-yellow curtains, warming my soft sweater as I curled up on the sofa with morning coffee. The clouds had parted, giving the sun its time to melt the newly fallen snow. My thoughts wandered back to the previous night and my lips lifted in a smile.
By JB Ingland4 years ago in Filthy
Let Me Be Real
I struggled to get up this morning. The pounding of my head numbed the stiffness in my muscles and the soreness of my back. Another day without a word. Another day where I don't know what to expect and I planned to be as compliant as possible.
By JB Ingland4 years ago in Psyche
The Giantess of Dasos
Deep within the forest of Dasos, there stood twin mountains. Within those mountains lived a giantess and her sister. Short strands of golden locks framed faces that held pale blue eyes. If not for their enormous size, these women would be bewitching, but their need for human flesh made them more beast than beauty.
By JB Ingland4 years ago in Horror