Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

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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

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I hate the sound of my crying
such a terror to be human In of such a mortal condition, there is no Lasting Peace against the evil of emotions Engulfed in more fluids that I loathe, I am longing to flush them like a virus
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Ghost Jar. Top Story - September 2024.
1, you placed me in a ghost jar. 2, you let me rot inside. 3, years later you still haven’t finished your locked door, you keep adding finishing touches to keep it from being opened
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
The Space Between Us
Since the day eternity Inhaled my heart, sliced Lastly by my father’s prayers of understanding God’s silence, Even the guttural vibration of
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Dead
Silence with Barbara, I am left with leftovers of an Intense burst of familiar quiet Looking for her when my gut sounds like
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Vogue
The day I lost my life, I cracked a grin. It wasn't like a soft smile, a subtle look of satisfaction or joy. It wasn't a strong smile, it felt weak. Though, on my face, I looked happy, I was in fact, the most devastated I had ever felt. My wife and child had been stolen from me. Stolen by an unjust God that I had been taught was loving, just and kind.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Bleed
I can’t bleed for you, my body Scares me I’m bleeding from the neck to the sole of my foot I can’t breathe for you, I’m not going back to the Joshua trees
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Shades of Carnivorous . Top Story - August 2024.
Arturo The boy starves to become to the man he needs to be. He exists in a vacuum of terror and scary questions that cannot be released without paying a large price for freedom. He latches onto deep, dark reds, to soak in his hunger like a ravenous wolf. When he meets the anger that feels like a twin in Dan, he wants to sink his teeth into that fury like the finest cut of beef, raw. He is carnivorous inside, a growling pang of non-stop hunger for something deeper.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Jake’s word (part two of The Loser)
The best type of comedy is the straight-man routine. The foil serves the over-the-top eccentricity and the straight man gives the dead-pan rebuttal or sets up the comedy foil to bring the big laughs in.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
“Old-Fashioned” super-hero (I’m not)
The day I lost my powers, I had my first Old-Fashion. That landed. I had three more and two glasses of frosty beer. I think it was a little past midnight when I got home. I was weary and I couldn’t stand much less go to the bathroom without my knees buckling.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Farce
some days, her silence scalds my ears I hear crying in a quiet, soft, enclosed memory that sounds like a mute lunatic Lurking on the edge of a bridge, pouring out her thoughts like joy turned into mania
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Her eyes said
she couldn't find the words in a glance, her eyes said, “Fuck me, hard.” listless, he was sprawled like he was enceinte, a male prostitute of
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
The Loser
“Loser!” my brother Jake would often mock. “The loser,” was my official moniker. I truly believe that was my first name until a doctor stepped in and took pity, changing it to Freddy instead of the aforementioned descriptor.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction