Melissa Ingoldsby
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What was hiding in the keyhole
He made me feel immaculate. Like something beyond pleasure. He said he was making me into art when he laid me out, massaging every inch of me. I know blokes are quite different creatures when it comes to sex but this was ridiculous. I never had a lover try to get to know me so deeply, delicately and just—-ardently… the way Humboldt wanted to love me.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Fiction
finifugal. Top Story - November 2025.
My best friend told me things that were deeper than the breadth of my own experience. I fear that I have similar feelings, almost like I lived these things through his eyes. The discreet way I handled this discernment had me reeling in a strange sense of bewilderment. Sometimes, when he spoke, I felt a strange reflection stirring in me — as if his pain had found a home in my own chest before I even knew what it meant.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Fiction
I am Bexley The Bloodletter’s Scourge chapter 32 “Bhoot Chaturdashi”
Bhavna showed us what she had been writing. She was secretive for so long about her calligraphy. Now, she laid it out for Shadow, Jake and I to look at. Her letters were so delicate, elegant and looked surreal to me. My human mother who gave birth to us would tell us human history, biblical history and principles of life. Bhavna, who took us under her zombie wing, as she called it teasingly, taught us of her lost Bengali culture. Her Indian roots were all lost as zombies typically did not celebrate anything or mark dates for things. There was no markers for time.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Fiction
Runaway Train chapter 31
“Ben’s told me on how obsessed he was with trains since he was little, so it is wild to me that we met on one,” Cara started. The other Bloodletter’s moved far away from the group. Only Indigo and I stayed with the group in the dimly lit church.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Fiction
