As time crept closer, those fluttery wings in her belly grow more frantic; sort of like bats in the belfry but lower. Her nerves jangle along with her bones, and she wonders, on nights like this, how a person can survive it. How can a human soul continue to exist under such conditions? The clock... Continue Reading →

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Since when does belief in a god make you one over everyone who doesn’t believe as you do? This shit grinds my gears.  Who the hell gave anyone the right to judge me or anyone else over choices when you can be damned sure that the one preaching at you for having tattoos or piercings... Continue Reading →

When I was a kid I believed that Christmas was the most wonderful time of the year and that Santa could fix anything because he was magic then as I got older Santa was replaced with God but it came to the same thing eventually the magic wears off when you realize that no amount... Continue Reading →

My Mama named me James Andrew Moon but she called me her Jimmy Angel. My real Mama, not the one who pretends to be. I remember my real Mama. I am 7 years old and today is my birthday. The Mama I have now is mean and not at all like my real one. My... Continue Reading →

Most people complain about Mondays, and rightfully so, but for Yzabel, it was Wrenched Wednesday. Wouldn’t you know I, she thought, today is no damn different. The one day she didn’t want to be late to an appointment, and there is an out of order sign on the mirrored doors. “Jesus, I hate elevators,” she... Continue Reading →

it's 12:47 am and I am still awakelaying here eating a Nanaimo barthat I really don't want and sippinga decaf tea that is horrifying in itself,looking at the tequila bottle andwishing I had the will to drink it allwith a plastic straw *intentional shit stirring*tequila won't work and I know this like I know that... Continue Reading →

Sure, the configuration is pretty enough but it’s only the mask that I was born with. I don’t know what you see, only what I do and yes, I am aware that it’s not ugly but it is a burden to bear because no one understands that its just the clothes that I am forced... Continue Reading →

You promised me That you would take care of yourself. That you would be healthy and to do it for us, do it for you, So that we would have a future together. I believed you when you said that you weren't drinking. Naive? Probably. But – No one that drunk could carry on a... Continue Reading →

You told me you didn't want your words, What you said during that awful, cruel and Heartbreaking time to matter. To count against you and they didn’tI didn't forget them, however. I never did hold all those nasty things That you said to me against you. Even when you compared me to a wife That... Continue Reading →

Supporting the Scene – Writers Community

Such high praise from a mightily talented colleague. Thank you so much, my dear friend ❤

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Supporting the Indy Scene

MelMcCurdie

A Spotlight on Author Mel McCurdie

I know not when I started to converse with Mel, its been more than a few years now, though I do know that over time our relationship drastically changed the way I went about composing, what I refer to as my stabs at, short fiction. I’ve contributed to a few sites throughout the years. I have a number of tales and assorted reviews appear on HorrorWriters.com and I even co-hosted a site (ThyDemonsbeScribblin) for a few years where I feverishly contributed as if the world itself would fall from its precarious axis Sadly, activities behind the site led to its eventual decline but this wasn’t before I had been given the chance to get acquainted with Mel. She has always been there to lend an ear, an eye occasionally her words of wisdom and she probably praises my prose more…

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Dressed in my best casual “I barely care wear,” I, the perpetual wallflower, do what I do best I decorate the bleachers with all the other grapes dying on the vine. Some are small, grown sour and bitter, while others are soft and complacent, nearly dead but clinging to hope. Still others, the rare ones... Continue Reading →

I know that you loved me and that you did to the last breath in your body. I know it like I know that if I throw myself from A 13th floor balcony that what you loved would beNothing more than a splatter stain on the pavement. That's how I can live with the fact... Continue Reading →

It’s dead. There’s no coming back from that, barring some apocalyptic event. Dead is dead. The thing that makes you, You, vanishes, like smoke. You are here. Then you are not. Those of us left behind struggle to understand this concept. We can’t understand how we can see you, touch you one moment and the... Continue Reading →

You left me.Even before I got on the plane, I know now it was the booze.Your ever-present mistress. Maybe I was the mistress, andyou were cheating with meon your true love, Alcohol. Oh, I know,She's inviting andwarm and always there She takes away all the pain,but she is a whore. You must pay before you... Continue Reading →

I stopped wearing your ring It seems redundant, to me, Today, as I sit here alone before your ashes Instead off wrapped in your arms To wear them like the celebration  That our love once was When you are gone  ©MelanieMcCurdie2019

The sky was bluer then, when we were kids, and everything seemed bigger, like anything was possible.  We flew like the birds on our bikes down the dusty lanes of town, hooting and hollering like wild-boys on the full moon.  We met our friends at the mall and hung out at Klingman's Taste Supreme and... Continue Reading →

The Gods of my Knowing Don't answer anymore I have nothing more to give Than the devotions So I've resorted to praying Not my kind of prayer But a more formative knowledge And still receive no response ©MelanieMcCurdie2019

It's the little things that I miss A smile that says I missed you A kiss hello that says HELLO The squeeze of a hand Dancing in the kitchen The giggles over stupidity Making out in the car Watching hockey in companionable silence Holding hands because you can The little things that mattered most. ©MelanieMcCurdie2019

It's so difficult to move forwardsitting here staring out the window at the sunshine and twitterpated birdsthinking that I’d rather be lost in a bottlestoned out of my treeasleep where nothing hurtsand I'm not sure ifI want to feel somethingor feel nothing because both are painfulI'm not alone but I ambecause my heart isn't into... Continue Reading →

It glares, blares, screaming in my ears that it's coming It's almost here and I weep Soggy, tissues seeping Nothing I can do To stop it, Time Gods, I hate March ©MelanieMcCurdie2019

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