Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

1315 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

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Double Exposure
There was only one rule: don’t open the door… If only I had listened to my own advice. If only I had not listened to my heart. Now, my heart is dead. I know I sound utterly crazy and dramatic, a bad combination but being who I am, I cannot help it.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Horror
Break the sky
keening through sun’s wake She broke apart the burnt sky With her piercing cry.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Don't Speak
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. “Don’t Speak,” was bursting through the walls, reverberating a fuzzy and airless feeling inside of John. He had Hello Dolly! on for background noise as he was looking at the bathroom door where momma was inside using. He remembered how it felt that one day when he was on the merry-go-round. His mom looked good that day.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Horror
The view of the sky from Hades
Mother told me skies Mirrored the water, I must Have made the sky cry.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
The day the Queen came back
“The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.” The nurse feeding the brood had mentioned several rumors that she had heard from workers who had been in that part the Eastern border.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
In the sky…
what’s that in the sky? Is it an Angel or spy? It’s bird poop——I cried!
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Orange lachrymose
microcosm orange juice Broken yolk, sun flashes fear Tears fall as sun sets
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
I’m too strong for that
I’m too strong for that Am I the door that says, PUSH I wouldn’t ever let that happen to me Come what may, I’m not gonna let that happen to
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Love in low, blue lights
if you were the weather, you'd be lightning—-low to the ground and a sudden, blood-curdling jolt Do you sense the crammed music inside the fleeting sunrise? Does it scream like the way you want me to feel your anger?
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Magnetic Bath
my breath stuck on my tongue, peanut butter glue in a bowl that encases the meadow, of wet grass, their wings flutter over the cool air
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
But what of yesterday’s tears?
she plummeted from the sky, the whipped air screaming from below She felt his last bit of warmth as the cold, dying river swept over
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
The physics and linguistics of scaring a bird
I scared the bird that was looking for food, wings flapping around with fear He flew away, in a panic landed on a wire and chewed on it for relief
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets