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Melissa Ingoldsby
Bio
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
Stories (1084/0)
Brewing spins on old recipes & Drawing for my friends and family
I am not a very talented artist when it comes to drawing and painting, I only draw what I know and what I love. My main form of therapy as an emotional sieve and as an release is writing poetry and writing short stories. Romance is my absolute favorite thing to write about, if you haven't noticed from my stories on here!!
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Humans
What does your dream look like?
I was watching the BFG, and I loved the idea of dreams---well, the essence of a dream, being captured in a glass jar. Sophie was a cheeky, sarcastic, witty little lady who didn't take crap from anyone and I wanted to live inside of that world, and I admired her because I felt like I was her---and being inside of the world of Giants and Dream Country was something I think I could survive in too. I wanted to dip my fingers inside of the jar, and fall into it like a well, and swim deep in that world, in the mystery of that mystical and magical, almost Will-o'-the-wisp kind of feeling. To live, to love, to escape.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Kernel of an idea
Dreams, the quintessential experience of every nightmare that isn’t during waking hours. It is improbable that dreams can be an easy escape from reality when in day to day life there is kidnapping, rape, murder, betrayal, and not to mention the slow drudgery of everyday tasks, jobs—-dreams gone to waste. Of course there are some luckier than others, who just seem to fit into the roughest terrain and seem to know exactly how to maneuver through it with grace and prosperity. When I was first brought into overseeing a highly secretive and high profile mission that required keeping secret the most important dream of humanity since man first looked at the moon, it was not easy to manage. My dreams canvassed more than what normal folks wanted. I never wanted children, a wife, a job. I never wanted a huge house and a yard with the picket fence. I didn’t even want to live on earth.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Futurism
Underrated Love songs (And a few extra). Top Story - May 2021.
In these crazy and uncertain times, where face masks are the requirement (or at least highly recommended) to go out and isolation isn’t all self imposed now, in the horrors of the Covid-19 Pandemic squelching our semblance of peace and security by even just stopping by the grocery store—- my recommendation is something that may seem trivial but it can be cathartic: love songs. This brings you back to a simpler time, but also a very complicated one. Being a teenager. All of your teenage angst. And the romance it brought up! Here is mine----along with my original writer's findings that this article had sought to relay.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Beat
Depression Beats
After 2011,(I was eleven years old) I had gone into sporadic bursts of depression and being completely anti-social. My family was a bit split up, yet we all still lived together. I felt a bit cast out, yet I was still there, eating at the dinner table with everyone.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Beat
achromatic
I Am Not. I feel colorless sometimes. I am not a magical thing, or a work of art for you to gawk at, I won't mask up, I won't color up my gray--- no, my achromatic feelings for you they are here, they are drained already, and when I finally can do something (that makes me feel fulfilled) to show a little bit of something like a different little hue, then I might be inclined to show you the side of me I only show to my mirror the achromatic light and dark shadows I drown in and also live in. Achromatic; living without color does not mean you have no brilliance but it does suggest a life lived listlessly but mine isn't---it is lived passionately through my colorless days and my dream filled ones, a labyrinth of memories and nightmares, fresh pains and old tears, I am not just those things But I am everything, something without shadow and sound and without fear--- I am not
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
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