Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

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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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Friend death
you left because you thought my life was so fucking good Well, it wasn’t It never is It will never be But today the sky was so fucking blue, it was surreal, teal, aquamarine
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Poets
Runaway Train chapter 31
“Ben’s told me on how obsessed he was with trains since he was little, so it is wild to me that we met on one,” Cara started. The other Bloodletter’s moved far away from the group. Only Indigo and I stayed with the group in the dimly lit church.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Fiction
Slut
I was a slut, I am a slut, the hour of the slut powers the Nucleus of such an act; The act of remembering, storing Is an act of the slut
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets
Dreams begin in a cold, blank space
I lay down upon the crisp landscape, my breath cloud visible in the frigid air. I could stay here forever, and be truly happy.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets
Naked
naked, she unzipped Leather for a monster hide Full frontal horror. — Inspired by my brother Mike’s story.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets
Bad feeling
The pond looks shallow! I have a bad feeling. Don’t—— Dive, splat—-my poor love.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets
Broken
yes-you saved him—-but Fungus took over spider her web is broken.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets
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 Ingoldsby4 months ago in Fiction
Secrets
I am not the first to be beaten by the one they love I am not the last to be beaten by the one they love Secrets linger in the storm that skewers my emotions with a long metal stick
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets
Mollie
The white men hold shadows darker and deeper than in any cavern, space, moon, sea they shine lights as if they created the beams
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets
Grounded with poetry
when one looks upon the shaking leaves of a forest The poet sees a canvas. The poet sees millions of hands, a dancing woman, the crying breath of spring such as the likes of mournful Persephone
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets
Mother’s calling
that can’t be my mom She’s standing here…cuckoo’s roar I cry as she calls.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 months ago in Poets