Melynda Kloc

Joined February 2021

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Creating one-of-a-kind moments through immersive art and writing.

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should I tell you
should I describe her eyes? hazel but grey & actually blue but also filled with a soft white, creamy starburst center and there were browns and golds and reds and greens
By Melynda Kloc3 years ago in Poets
Maybe I am The Scarlet Witch. Top Story - July 2022.
Maybe I am The Scarlet Witch. Unaware that I’ve created a false reality. But not false enough to mean that it doesn’t exist - that the people inside aren’t real.
By Melynda Kloc3 years ago in Poets
Maddie
thud thud thud A grimace forms on my face. I start to shift my head away from whatever it’s hitting. I realize my body is stiff and aching and I stretch my arms above my head and my knuckles smash into cold metal.
By Melynda Kloc3 years ago in Fiction
Corundum Stone
I feel like a part of me is dying Or already dead Like I’ve been fighting to keep something alive That’s no longer inside
By Melynda Kloc5 years ago in Poets
Emerson Joy
Emi... My wonderful, sweet, courageous, beautiful little miracle. Where do I start? This adventure of carrying you with me for 10 months, was cut short to a mere 25 weeks.
By Melynda Kloc5 years ago in Families
We Both Go Together If One Falls Down
"If one goes down, the other starts swinging...” I remember when I was enough for you. I remember when you were all I needed.
By Melynda Kloc5 years ago in Poets
Honey & Glass?
I heard a girl say she wanted to be like all of the other girls made of honey and glass & I thought 'sweet, but fragile'
By Melynda Kloc5 years ago in Poets
I Like To Say, 'I Grew up Rough'
I like to say I grew up rough. When I say ‘I grew up rough’, I mean that my dad and his friends fashioned paddles out of two by fours and traded them with each other like trophies and their favorite one had thirty-six holes and it whistled through the air and snapped like a frozen lake that’s being walked on and isn’t quite strong enough to support weight, and that half-second breath before the ice splits, is the red lattice pattern that ring-worms itself through skin.
By Melynda Kloc5 years ago in Families
SuperHero Vs. SuperHuman
If you’re a die-hard, nail-biting, sweat-through-your-clothes-while-you-watch-the-movies kind of Marvel Universe fan like me, you’ve probably seen the entire Marvel movie collection, and you’ve probably also read (like me):
By Melynda Kloc5 years ago in Geeks
Chasing Chad
Slivers of light sneak through the blinds and catch my eyes. My arms drift above my head as a stretch tackles my body. I pull myself from the couch and realize the time. 2:18am. A smile slips across my face; I forgot about the time change. I forgot about the flight. I forgot how I got here, why I’m here, all of it.
By Melynda Kloc5 years ago in Families