Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

1326 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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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 Ingoldsby6 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 Ingoldsby6 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 Ingoldsby6 months ago in Poets
Bad feeling
The pond looks shallow! I have a bad feeling. Don’t—— Dive, splat—-my poor love.
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 months ago in Poets
Broken
yes-you saved him—-but Fungus took over spider her web is broken.
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 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 Ingoldsby6 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 Ingoldsby6 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 Ingoldsby6 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 Ingoldsby6 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 Ingoldsby6 months ago in Poets
“The Date”
Buy The Half Paper Moon today! ———————— My heart is a rock making smaller stones I hate the human experience I know you are not really of such smallness, the quality of human that divides us against the grain of higher existence
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 months ago in Poets
Knock at the door
The door spoke to me before we even walked in, but the knock was making me think it was alive. I had to go inside, the folkish, Finnish painting of the man on the horse was speaking to me. The eye peering through the keyhole pierced me inside like soft jelly. It glowed like a devil.
By Melissa Ingoldsby6 months ago in Fiction