I'm afraid. Do you know how difficult it is to be afraid when you are expected to always be strong? How hard it is to be truly scared of losing something that means everything and having to listen to the advice from those who have no concept of what it means to love something other... Continue Reading →

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The burden of truth Proof, whatever you call it It's that temptation to burn Scald your mind with scales It's a weighted feather A sip of gasoline dressed up as cognac They tell you to drink it all down One shot wonder, and you do While the world in your head, Groans, bemoans that same... Continue Reading →

PSYCHO SHORT: ROLL THE BEAUTIFUL BONES BY MELANIE McCURDIE

A review of Roll the Beautiful Bones 🙂 ❤

Jacob Floyd's Ghosts and Monsters

Roll the Beautiful Bones

“In the small town of Skull Creek, death is on the prowl. Some say that it is a copycat killer out for his moment of fame, but Jacqueline DePasse and her diligent crew of detectives soon learn that it is so much more than a tribute to the only known and convicted female serial killer in captivity, Cathleen Carson. Jacqueline with the assistance of crime reporter Jake Michaels and her team soon discover that one victim has survived and that she will be the one that must Roll the Beautiful Bones and find the key to stopping a killer before he strikes again.”

Roll the Beautiful Bones  by Melanie McCurdie is an unflinching  journey into the serial killer–copycat killer phenomenon. It’s a short read, but there is so much intrigue and bloodshed contained within that, even though you’ll be left wanting more, you won’t be disappointed. I, for one, love…

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She says her name is Munday, blushing on the edge of shy, With her amber highlights flushed, she nearly glows in the ambiance. Gently she lays in my hands As though she were made for them, and maybe she is. How she is loved, Monday quivers,  breathlessly. It sounds like scores of Seraphim She quivers, Just like... Continue Reading →

Youth's graceful ballet Supple, kept alive, so often, so quietly It fades, as prancing ponies do It gets wiped away by wrinkles and silver linings And like footprints in the sand We begin life again, older These shrouded smiles Some trapped in memories Rather than photographs in albums Are the faces of ghosts Found in... Continue Reading →

Gotta Light?

The flame lights up the shadow thrown by his rakishly cocked fedora as he lights his cigarette with the stylishly dated trench coat firmly belted, the collar up in back “Here’s looking at you schweetheart” He says in a very bad Bogey imitation And I smile, a little giving an eyeroll and shaking my head... Continue Reading →

2017 has been a difficult, amazing and strange year for most of us, full of losses and finds, sadness and surprise, horror and in my case, a tonne of happiness.   For me personally, it was especially difficult and also delightful.  After 18 years of marriage and two amazing children, my marriage fell apart despite of... Continue Reading →

I knew we were forever on that late January night when you carved our initials into the stained bark, in the dark at the base of the Hangin’ Tree. It sealed a pact and a promise that I gave freely as you came to me dressed in the flesh of the one I adored, at the time. An... Continue Reading →

Maybe I do think Hell is full and maybe, just maybe, I know for a fact that devils roam among us. Maybe I found one. Maybe I know one; and maybe he laughs like sin is a flight of fancy while he watches from his solicitous shadows. Enticing, that daemon, he ignites a barely controlled... Continue Reading →

Angel is a lone woman in an apartment that resembles a padded cell in an asylum, and the only friend she has in the world is a man named Calvin Moon, who happens upon her and a live internet feed while searching for entertainment. To Calvin’s surprise, he finds just that. The hitch is that... Continue Reading →

I just don't understand. I can't comprehend how using actual words does not make you heard. Then WHY, exactly am I wasting my breath talking to a deaf world full of people singing 🎤 me me me 🎤 ? I suppose ... I like the sound of my own voice? Still, it's a good question   ©MelanieMcCurdie2017

Too much. You are too much. You're a mother now; you can't act that way. Can't you tone it down? Act your age please Be an adult! Gods woman, You are just too much - Too much of what? Too much of a human who loves life? Too real and raw for people to deal?... Continue Reading →

I am very tired My body runs on caffeine and good will A little duct tape just here for lift    In my head is a very overwhelmed Lonely for her Love woman Running worries like numbers 123, 864 tabs running 24/7 365   I'd kill for a little rest and maybe Some peace of heart,... Continue Reading →

I am indeed the best butt of some inside joke  snicker, sure, cos it seems legit to you to do it but  Just think a minute - tick tock tick tick tick - What if it were you? Huh, boo? What to do? Easy to pretend, ignore, deny deny deny But try to see it, iook through my... Continue Reading →

The Back-burner Yawp You know, All this magnificent mess before you, Beauty by My Eyes Bloody Well Ache... Remember me? That brilliant bitch that resembles who I was?   It's tough on me too It's hard on ME, too Did you realise, that I'm getting hit from all sides? Forever explaining and justifying Swallowing my... Continue Reading →

Judge and Hangman’s Jury

Listen - Don’t talk to me like you know. You don’t know anything, not about me, not about my life. And. Nothing. About. Then. Don’t beg me to speak and then admonish my tale by asking inane and stupid questions, those whose answers still terrify me. Still, you claim you understand in a manner most... Continue Reading →

Why don’t I believe in God? That, my friend, is a loaded question and the bullets are defined and honed to offend, no matter what my response   But since you asked, and remember, this is my opinion, not yours - I think the fundamental lessons that we learn from birth, that unbidden and undefined... Continue Reading →

Billy’s New Friends

written by my talented sister Carolyn

Words From The Underground

Little Billy walked home from school that day, same as every day, past the old playground next to the abandoned church. Not sure why it was even still around…there were weeds everywhere and all the equipment was falling apart. Only one swing on the swingset was still intact. As he passed by he could hear the chains squeaking when the wind blew upon it. He wasn’t sure why but it creeped him out a lot. He wished he didn’t have to go anywhere near it but it was the quickest way home.
He had left school later than usual because Tommy was waiting for him outside the doors. Tommy was the school bully and he knew if he’d left when he was supposed to right after school he’d have been in really bad shape by the time he got home. It had happened before and he didn’t want to deal…

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Reaper’s Enchantment

For years it glittered The golden ring on her finger A well-worn symbol of her love and devotion In happier moments she wore it with pride, content in her emotional inertia Glad to have a warm body to cuddle up with Sometimes felt like a handcuff or a cage without bars on the long lonely... Continue Reading →

I could climb the stairs again and again  yes I know that - I do know that  its the accurate  definition of  insanity, but - but what if it was  just as difficult  to stand in one place staring at the door  for eternity never knowing that  those stairs laying there beyond the doorway lead upwards... Continue Reading →

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