I know what overwhelmed feels like ... It's personalised torture straight from the brain You can't breathe and everything is too close Then it’s too hot – then cold – then hot Sometimes, hands shake and bones creak Your stomach twists and turns along with your heart You don’t want to eat or drink because... Continue Reading →

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I truly think that the community of man, is not meant to be awake so much We aren’t nocturnal Not by nature or design We are not bats nor bears, so we don’t hibernate. Except by choice or through a divine act; call it a interjection of benevolence from some derelict deity ©MelanieMcCurdie2018    ... Continue Reading →

I went outside again today It was very bright and loud There was fucking snow everywhere but The sun was all sunny MAKE UP YOUR MIND!! All this as the doors to that Wanna be Hoth out there Come closer and closer It caused my chest to freeze up And I started to sweat Because... Continue Reading →

I feel as though we live in a world full of false faces We are forced to wear masks, act is life is hunky dory, She wears a smile so all is sunshine and daisies It's a joke with no punchline. Nobody wants to look past their proboscis and Past the mirror in their eyes... Continue Reading →

Aphotic

The night grows deeper, without so much as a whimper, not even the gradual darkening of the day had taken place, as was the norm on those exceptionally long winter nights. Outside the cheery voices of partygoers, reveling in the holiday atmosphere, rang out, startling her from her daydream.  Fetching a sigh, she slips out... Continue Reading →

So its fairly late and I'm laying here in a dark room, petting the vocal Ms. Molly, and waiting for sleep to capture me. I have Hotel Transylvania 2 on the tube but sitting under the covers, all I can envision is Cinderella's evil stepmother Lady Tremaine, laying in her own bed, petting the less... Continue Reading →

Recently, I joined hosts James Saito and Terry Sherwood on episode 4 of Sinister Inclinations: The Horror Show: My continued thanks to them both for having me along for the ride. On this journey into horror, we discussed my works including my upcoming novel, The Lunatic Posse, and also several other topics including serial killers, exorcist  and cannibal films. Please take the... Continue Reading →

It’s a sleepless struggle

I’m tired, and I cannot do more than pace, the bed calls me, but all I’m able to do is walk in agony, battle-sore from the war in my heart Being awake and lonely, alone in a place I hardly recognise away from the one who knows me best The pain makes me vulnerable, especially... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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