Melissa Ingoldsby
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Salvation
Remembering the first time I stepped onto this small island, the thick, hot air making me dizzy and tired. I wanted to sleep, but I found some fish for dinner washed up from the shore. I then checked my surroundings. The sand was so coarse and the environment so harsh,
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Poets
The Rules of being in business according to Michael Scott
Michael Scott: Well David I will be honest with you. I do want the credit without any of the blame. David Wallace: Okay. We all know and love the boss of Scranton Pennsylvania’s own Dunder Mifflin Paper Company. We also simultaneously cringe uncontrollably and unconsciously; laughing at Michael Scott’s antics—yet that laughter has an undertone of embarrassment and nervousness. We want him to stop(the social anxiety of watching him flail/fail/fall and keep mowing onward anyway)—-yet we cannot wait to see more!
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Motivation
Exis & Satchel, soulmates
This story could not have ever been written without the interesting and dynamic characters of Ashton, whom I adore and I love very much! Satchel, Exis and Sloan are all the property (including backstory, features, personality, etc) of Ashton. If you liked this, you should check out more of his works, art and as such—the only thing I take credit for is the writing below. Thank you, and hope you enjoy!
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Humans
I Want Candy...
Unpopular Opinion: I love the incorporation of modern music in old time settings. It’s cringy to some, annoying to most—-and cloying and a bit pretentious to others—but the point I will make (in an attempt to understand the director’s decision) is this:
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Beat
Two Places(an old STL throwback article)
I do remember those days, back in my Childhood When you’d take me after a long day at Meramac Springs, and the whole truck would smell like bait, fish(all the trout we caught) and coins(you’d always have mountains of coins in your truck)...
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Feast
The Building
It was a tall building, not a skyscraper, but certainly about as tall as the likes of a New York skyline. It’s sort of brutalist style and design, slabs and stacks of concrete stacked upon each other like a seemingly endless stack of crooked blocks, was indicative of what it represented.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Journal
