Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

1297 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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What about my shredder?
I take care to not step on any cracks, I count each tile, I count everything twice, three times. It annoys you. I like how you say my name
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Am I supposed to feel like it that
was I home grown? Am I supposed to feel like that? Like a never ending factory to churn out my mush For you to read? Read my title and you’ll see what I mean. Mush. mistakes.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Orange Gulper
Orange Gulper oozed slightly up from the bottom of the pond, glancing up from the glinting moon-lit, murky water, and gulped soundlessly at the fat, orange fish flirting about the surface. The lily pads and lotus blooms kissed the goldfish and their swishing, colorful tails.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Dipped brown leaves
I dipped the painfully new green leaves in brown The mountain tilted over my feet You painted the roses red Buds that vomited out the hue
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
One word
burning Burning Burning Burning orange fire sun twilight sunshine moon glow You fall asleep on the water Twilight halls asleep burning
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Lonely dance
it’s obscene, to delve into the details that dip Like a pool, a well that dares to find the gory stuff that brings out one’s tenacity to survive
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Spaghetti Family part 12, all is lost without you
The morning hits me all wrong, and too overexposed and way too bright. Robin is in my arms fast asleep, but I feel that something is going to happen and it is not going to be good.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
Sounds like rain
the sad vampire crawls in between the spaces the sun crawls through, inching by the clouds, with difficulty, going to the dark like a parasite that needs that rich black shadow to pretend that life is real
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Whirlpool sky lights
Two whirlpool sky lights in the orange sea of space, Eyes that comb through the mists, That sound like home. No conditions, there never were
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Smearrrr
“I think you should run away together and get hitched,” the hard pressed Kandinsky whispered to me. His bright blue mountain carved a red dotted hope in my split sea, Venus had been birthed, as she perpetually had in between my legs,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Jade, spice, you were lost in a dream
lifted from yellow smoke, My heart spurts out like a half broken fountain. It appears to be working Only to the untrained eye.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Spaghetti Family part 11, Puppet Love
Later that night I put Manny to bed with the help of Robin. It had been a crazy day of horrible computer lessons and spaghetti fights, an outdoor spaghetti picnic and… technically the first kiss between Robin and I as our puppet selves.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction