Melissa Muhs
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Hi, I found Vocal on IG & was inspired to write my first story. I write in the supernatural & psychological realism genres. The supernatural stories are read at Pleasant Hauntings on YT. Thank you for coming along on this new journey.
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The Bridge
“Good morning, Dad.” Liam brushed the match against the striking surface of the matchbox. The flame drifted in front of the photo, softly illuminating an image showing an older gentleman and young boy, around 11, dressed in hiking gear. Liam lit a small candle and looked upon the photo remembering his father, a tall and solidly built man with bright eyes and a great, proud smile as he wrapped his arm around his son’s shoulders in the photograph. It was Liam’s first backpacking trip in the Hoh Rainforest of Washington. Liam smiled proudly in the photo. He held a large walking stick, a large natural branch he had found on one of their hikes, and adorned with strings of rocks that dangled from the top. He had been collecting rocks on their adventures and stood triumphantly tall, holding the stick that towered slightly over him. His eyes glossed over the fond memories of his and his dad’s yearly hikes around the U.S. After Liam graduated high school, he and his dad built their cabin just outside the touristy trails of the park in the Hoh Rainforest. It was their favorite place to hike and camp. The rainforest was mystical with unique sounds, lush overflowing greenery, and just a touch of eeriness, great for ghost stories. Liam missed his father’s scary camp stories. As he got older, he often wondered if his father was making the stories up or passing on covert information about the rainforest. A high-pitched whistle brought Liam back to the present. He opened the cabin’s curtains, and a foggy, dismal twilight flowed through the windows. The fire from the night before crackled and spit tiny embers as though to protest its looming death. As he finished his coffee, he couldn’t get the thought of one of his father’s stories out of his head about a bridge. An uneasiness rumbled at the pit of his stomach, but his mind fought the ridiculousness of it.
By Melissa Muhsabout a year ago in Horror
Through the Eyes of Ghost
I was awoken suddenly by Ghost, my cat, springboarding himself off my arm. I was lying on my right side in bed. The moon glowed through the windows as Ghost circled back and shoved his face into mine. I scratched his cheeks as he purred loudly, ensuring I was not in line with his drool that tends to fall when he’s in an intense purring zone. He curled his body around and plopped next to me, the butt end of his body leaning against the top of my head.
By Melissa Muhsabout a year ago in Horror
Sigrid & Her Axe
Sigrid rests her hand on the wooden handle of the axe. She slows her breathing and remains calm but unmoving, while lying on her back listening. She keeps her eyes fixed on the skylight of the tent. The branches of the beech trees hypnotically sway in the breeze. The full moon’s haunting light briefly accentuates the canopy of leaves between openings of dense sweeping clouds on this chilly October night.
By Melissa Muhs2 years ago in Horror
The Attachment
Mena's black boots glistened from the petite puddles scattered on the old and cracked pavement that had turned black from the night's rain. She maneuvered between fellow pedestrians and pranced around the scattered pools of water that shimmered from ambient hues of gold and white light with a splash of blues, greens, or reds from the restaurants and bars of the French Quarter.
By Melissa Muhs2 years ago in Horror
HUMANITY
Light is fluttering across my closed eyelids. The glow from the sunrise makes its way through the skin, gently nudging my eyelids to open. I slowly open my eyes from a heavy sleep and telepathically greet the sun's morning light coming into the room. There is a slight breeze this morning, and the abstract shadows created by the summer leaves from the tree outside the window wave frantically across my face. Glimpses of sharp, bright morning light flashes into my eyes.
By Melissa Muhs2 years ago in Psyche
Humanity
Gabrielle walked the length and back of her living room as she had been doing for months since her vertebrae at L5 moved back into place. She created a physical therapy schedule to help heal herself from the damage the misalignment caused her body, a bulging disc, which she endured for two years. Professional physical therapy would require help at home, which was unaffordable. A friend or family member was not available to help her. She moved out of her home state, outgrew friendships she thought would last her entire life, and then COVID shut down most of the world, making life more isolating. The physical injury showed her who cared to help her and who falsely claimed to always be there for her. Despite what others have shown her, Gabrielle was determined not to give up on herself.
By Melissa Muhs3 years ago in Families
The Unseen
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window-" "What was that?" Laura asked nervously. She turned her body around to look for the source of the noise coming beyond the treeline. The top of the trees had a soft orange hue from the sun that was slowly setting. The campfire was warm offsetting the cool breeze present on this summer evening.
By Melissa Muhs4 years ago in Horror
