Melissa Ingoldsby
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Dear best friend
Dear my best friend, Happy Mother’s Day! I miss you. I imagine we are having a huge pancake breakfast together with tea and laughter and loud music and fun. My morning is not so much this way. I have a migraine and it’s very stressful with my mad and sad raven.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
I got a new writing job and published my first traditional novel I am Bexley . Top Story - May 2023.
Hello, my fellow Vocal writers. I love Vocal and I’ll always remain loyal and happy with my Vocal platform, the supportive and thoughtful communities surrounding it and the way Vocal has shaped, honed and helped my writing career in so many ways. In this article I wrote many a moon ago, I expressed how the diverse challenges Vocal presented to us as writers and authors opened up my perspectives and truly made me hone my voice.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Motivation
A secret
(The imaginary scene in my head) The person sitting behind the metal desk in the large grassy area outside the campus dipped their donut in a mug of warm espresso, and took a bite of it. I could tell they were relishing the cruller and the coffee. It was nice outside, spring, warm but not too warm.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
To my best friend
Dear my best friend, I am going to stop using signals and just write it out this way, though I’ll just keep it obvious that it is between you and I and state things only you would know about. I’ve felt like a living ghost that was fading for over a decade with that terrible dark raven and now I am coming to light and the raven openly hates me for starting to live again. Of our lemon balm days and pancake plans, tea times and book store outings we planned, of course. I am considering of expediting my plans to sooner. I am not sure exactly when but I’ll try to keep you posted. Summer is coming and you know what that means for me. Hugs and prayers and hope from me, my dear friend.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Jagged
jagged, I cut open my wall and I saw the emptiness inside the mirror. The mirror that made up society. The dead rat that was full of saw dust and full of trash, I saw hatred and they all had it for each other, they just wore masks, some hide it better than others but I don’t I am free I am free I am—-
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
