Melissa Ingoldsby

Joined February 2021

1314 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

Silent Bites by Eukalypto

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Jake’s word (part two of The Loser)
The best type of comedy is the straight-man routine. The foil serves the over-the-top eccentricity and the straight man gives the dead-pan rebuttal or sets up the comedy foil to bring the big laughs in.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
“Old-Fashioned” super-hero (I’m not)
The day I lost my powers, I had my first Old-Fashion. That landed. I had three more and two glasses of frosty beer. I think it was a little past midnight when I got home. I was weary and I couldn’t stand much less go to the bathroom without my knees buckling.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Farce
some days, her silence scalds my ears I hear crying in a quiet, soft, enclosed memory that sounds like a mute lunatic Lurking on the edge of a bridge, pouring out her thoughts like joy turned into mania
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Her eyes said
she couldn't find the words in a glance, her eyes said, “Fuck me, hard.” listless, he was sprawled like he was enceinte, a male prostitute of
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
The Loser
“Loser!” my brother Jake would often mock. “The loser,” was my official moniker. I truly believe that was my first name until a doctor stepped in and took pity, changing it to Freddy instead of the aforementioned descriptor.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Power to the powerless
I can’t see past the last point of mortal order and underworld dysphoria. Everything is blurry. A white space filled with a black hole as I am left in a chaotic world of darkness and death.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
The dead witch
Once, I was an respected alchemist. Now, I’m a curse on an undead wretch. “I’m possess… posses… posssed!” The stupid Bloodletter screams but it comes out like a hacking cough, throaty and sore.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Fiction
Dreams begin in a cold blank space . Runner-up in Overboard Challenge. Top Story - August 2024.
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 Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
Aloof
you’re acting so aloof If you didn’t want to be reminded of pain Why did you cause it If you didn’t see the cracks Why did you build up the walls
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Twin Stars
A special limerick for you both: There once was a set of kooky, annoying twins Who switched places & caused everyone’s head to spin
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Coffee Break
rejuvenation: Dawn fishing to play hooky Coffee, fresh, warm hug
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Dreaming
i rediscovered you like an old favorite song I listened deeply like a first breath after a long swim I dreamed of you over and over like a loop
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets