Melissa Ingoldsby
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Chapter 30 “The Lottery”
Emma looked as though she had all her blood drained suddenly, then with a soft squeak, she sang out with her skin glowing once again, “Cara! Cara! Is that the Holy Ghost or is this my SISTER!!!!!” She jumped up and ran over to the tall black woman. I immediately recognized her though it had been a long time. Several years since their parents died and Cara left.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Fiction
Knock at the door
The door spoke to me before we even walked in, but the knock was making me think it was alive. I had to go inside, the folkish, Finnish painting of the man on the horse was speaking to me. The eye peering through the keyhole pierced me inside like soft jelly. It glowed like a devil.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Fiction
I am Bexley: The Bloodletters Scourge Chapter 28 Fish. Top Story - September 2025.
This journey has truly made me feel the full weight of what tired actually means. There’s something about this fresh air that is slowly making me feel what it means to be alive, feeling every step I take, and ever since my husband touched my stomach, I am feeling a squirming. It’s something else that’s a part of me, but not me. Am I carrying a baby? How is this possible? I am so confused.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Fiction
He folds, or so it seems
“Humans have been trying to court with disaster, with their own demise, since its beginning. Humankind is fascinated with death. Why it happens. When it happens. How it happens. In their Bible, they caused their own destruction by their sinful ways. Many cultures find Death to be an embodiment of a sleeking, mystical, cloaked figure that finds you when you die to send you to the afterlife. Obviously, this terrified humans. They are afraid of leaving this earth, as desolate and hopeless as it may be. No one can escape it,” The nameless, hunched zombie signed to us in a haughty, undignified manner. We saw the jewels sewn in their clothes. They clattered against the cloth in a unbalanced way. I wished I had gone home now, honestly. I know my wife will be ok, but still. These elite zombies were scaring me.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Fiction
