I'm sitting here In the dark With my head Under the covers And toes exposed Watching a movie With the earbuds in The kind where everybody screams Eating cheese like a weirdo And I can't help think That it'd be more fun with company ©MelanieMcCurdie

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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 →

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 →

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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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 →

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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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 →

Fear Front Publishing the 3RD Wave

Jerry Winnett Creative

That’s right! FearFront Publishing will be releasing it’s 3rd wave of authors in mid to late April! These spooky and terrifying tales will have you begging for mercy! Yours truly is proud to be the designer for Fear Front Publishing and I am equally proud to show you the covers for the new wave of Authors! In my line of work judging a book by it’s cover is a must, therefore it is my pleasure to scare you, to  leave you in a state of terror.

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All titles will be available @Amazon.com

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By all means enjoy these horror filled volumes in book or ebook form! Release date Late April on Amazon.com

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Sometimes, when i'm alone/ almost by myself cos ghosts/ i wear pink with no makeup/ and let my hair go curly/ and pretend that i'm a warm/ blooded, a soft hearted girl/ instead of the cold minded/ all but invisible weirdo/ laying shrouded in bubbles/ adding salt to the water/ that is the truer image/... Continue Reading →

What am I thinking? You don't want to know. No, You don't. Believe me, as a prisoned resident, I know from personal experience that It's dangerous liasons and cutthroat city in there. It's certainly no place for a tenderfoot such as yourself. Huh. So you say, with that devilish grin and a flinty glint in those... Continue Reading →

i'm not what i appear i wish that i were able to be strong or confident or assured of myself truth is that in intimate gatherings in smaller spaces and darker places the likelihood of a typical initial response is relatively high due to social programming however, the effort expended to maintain in this manner... Continue Reading →

When I think of you Sometimes I smile A little bit dirty because ... But mostly I just sneer Choke back the temptation To grab the nearest blunt And let my mouth run amok Don't misunderstand I do not indulge in hatred Rather, it's pity that haunts me That try as I may to hold... Continue Reading →

The End of Her Rope

It is the last straw, this, the last time. This time his whore came to our home, dressed, or rather undressed, expecting him to be ready for her. In our bed. Not the first time, but certainly the final time. I’ve paid, and dearly for his indiscretions, physically, emotionally, having to swallow my pride and... Continue Reading →

This morning I did something I have never done before - while the children were bickering and the telephone was ringing and the television blaring - I snuck off to the powder room and quietly closed the door and then I slid down to the floor then with my elbows on my knees and my... Continue Reading →

What are we but an insouciant society heaving with tarmac nightmares? The point is the scrum, not the blood...or reward And such sociable birds we be, Angels with vestigial wings that loom around the truths like a massive Henge. What could be used to excise those who claim ignorance when it is actually arrogance? Flaying... Continue Reading →

I want a drink. It is thirsty work Fighting your daemons Why not just give in? The bottle beckons; Dance, the cruel tease she Makes the poison glow The potion relieves Just one sip will make It all better - but It won't nor can it. Just another lie Like that from your lips ©MelanieMcCurdie

There's a woman in the mirror that I barely recognise - maybe a little around the eyes and in the ghost of a smile that seems to tremble on the verge of - I'm not sure but I empathise with the wistfulness that lies behind the false facade window dressing you know, maybe it's a... Continue Reading →

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