Melissa Ingoldsby
Bio
I write short stories and poetry. I hope you find yourself in between the spaces of my words.
Stories (381/0)
Dreamland part fifteen
Popee and Marifa had just finished their dinner of Thai food and they were playing with Kedamono Junior. “Funny, yummy, tummy time, my sweetheart!” Popee said to his son in a sing-song fashion. Kedamono Junior was his stomach on the floor with a large baby blanket underneath him, and crawling a bit, but mostly just teething on some baby toys.
By Melissa Ingoldsby24 days ago in Fiction
Carnivorous part eight
Arturo felt like he was on the moon. He was so happy that Dan loved the way he looked when he put on the skimpy red dress and did his hair, and with Dan helping him apply the makeup and blush, it all felt so good. It was so natural to have Dan there to paint his face so lovingly.
By Melissa Ingoldsby29 days ago in Fiction
Dreamland part twelve
To Popee, living with his darling son and loving partner, was the ultimate fairy tale come true. He never was told many fairy tales growing up, and knowing sharing fairy tales were generally a big part of parent/child time, he felt left out.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a month ago in Fiction
Dreamland part eleven
Finally, Popee found his voice. “What’s… what’re you two doing here?” Papi shrugged, “Your crafty little sister seemed to know where you were. We found out where you lived before… but someone, I think your neighbor, informed us you moved in the city.”
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a month ago in Fiction
