Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

1295 stories

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My work:

The Job , The Space Between Us , Green,

The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books

Silent Bites by Eukalypto

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Violence
I have a tendency of violence Flash Frozen in a tenuous consumption of a dewy, red feast How I preferred to serve your deer meat
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Overdue. Top Story - January 2026.
I’ve long waited to write this But now it’s over due My words that felt so strong Are brittle and broken, so torn He mocks me for all the torment of being struck
By Melissa Ingoldsby9 days ago in Poets
Sad sky
grey sky, I’m grey-cold Wind chimes soothe ice water song Night ember flickers.
By Melissa Ingoldsby12 days ago in Poets
Music in the background
Record plays near bed Dad reads to me in soft words Soothes my cold away.
By Melissa Ingoldsby20 days ago in Poets
Deleted scene only dialogue . Top Story - December 2025.
“Dan, I used to have this job... it was weird...” “Weirder than you already are?” “Shut it! This is serious.” “I bet, Arturo.”
By Melissa Ingoldsby22 days ago in Fiction
Full Star Howl
A star’s soul is full Its beam tears me in cold bits Wolf howls—I’m warm now.
By Melissa Ingoldsby22 days ago in Poets
Roar-melancholy-death
this is it, the end, the fire you firmly placed inside of my mouth slowly burning my will to talk To have a real song it was cleared by your fiery pyre
By Melissa Ingoldsby23 days ago in Poets
apoplexy Of vehemence
there is a hatred boiling deep inside I try to seep it out like oil bubbling in the ground In eyes alike, I find a hatred similar in taste
By Melissa Ingoldsby29 days ago in Poets
I heard a story
I never had a name until my father gave me one, As he made his hands dance on the cave walls that shadowed the rippling flames into funny animals and shapes
By Melissa Ingoldsby29 days ago in Poets
Pyrovia: inside me
inside: Pyrovia the catastrophic blistering, angry pyre that built me up Now, it is lit high up inside of my mouth instead of in my gut
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a month ago in Poets
Butcher
I’ve become a butcher of words Bloody cadavers that scream in pain Then pass out for hours Half-dead, half-alive I used to believe I was actually a surgeon, words that laid out a symphony in laser-precision
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a month ago in Poets
Secret confines
I feel like a fool. Worse than a fool. Beyond a shadow of a doubt I am the stupidest, most idiotic, most dumb, most—- You get the idea. I won’t get up to face the day anymore. I know everyone has tried so hard to help me, cheer me up. The problem is, I refuse to be cheered up. I really hate that feeling because Humboldt cheered me up for anything.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a month ago in Fiction