Melissa Ingoldsby
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Media that inspires me, media that helps me write
I love movies. They have drawn my bloodless imagination into a whole new ocean of emotions, ideas and inspiration. Here’s an expansive collection of all media that inspired me, including movies and TV. I’ll just have a short description as to why. If you want to make a similar list, definitely link it in my comments.
By Melissa Ingoldsby7 months ago in Journal
I am Bexley chap 25 “Heavy”. Top Story - July 2025.
We had a moment. She asked me about true love. “So? Spill. I need to know. How did you know?” Emma says to me. It’s a moment of quiet after the storm. All of us have been in a heated debate of whether we should go home to heal Asher or go to talk to some of the higher members of the zombie elite. So far, there hasn’t been any sort of conclusion to everyone’s bickering. Stan and I don’t agree. He is my husband—-it saddens me that we’re not on the same page. He wanted to go home. I wanted to talk to the elite to get negotiations started. It’s not that I didn’t think going home to Asher wasn’t important—-it was. I just felt this heavy weight cross over me thinking about all the poor souls and undead needing help and better shelter, equal rights and a better life/unlife.
By Melissa Ingoldsby8 months ago in Fiction
I am Bexley chap 24 “thumbs up”
My father was a stern man who taught me to hate zombies with a venom I never quite understood. Yes, I understood distrusting them and having resentful feelings as humans were treated like second class citizens. It felt as if we were all living in an undead world, a kafkaesque nightmare that only seemed to be going on for its own twisted sake. The bureaucracy of its madness only tightnened its hold on my father. Strict rules set for humans, like only being allowed to get food, materials and other supplies every three days and only at dusk, weathered down my family’s tolerance for zombie rule. There were so many laws and rules that made living with the undead worse than actual death. It was insane to me that humans got it so hard and zombies had it so easy.
By Melissa Ingoldsby8 months ago in Fiction
I am Bexley chap 23 “Different”
“Does this gem heal? Like really heal bad things?” Hudson asked the new Bloodletter. His name is Amory. “It’s an Aurora crystal, and I have a clear quartz. I’m giving it to you. Take it or leave it,” Amory signed back, shrugging.
By Melissa Ingoldsby8 months ago in Fiction
Not this Sunday
If there’s one thing I know, it’s that life isn’t always scary all the time. Or so I was taught. I believed that scary was like the horror movies, full of action, drama, monsters. But going into my sheltered childhood, I see that horror is in silent pauses, the paces we can’t count, the silent complacency of our day in and day out goings on. The peace in between the horror is what bothers me the most. How can we enjoy our moments when horror is so steady, so unrelenting?
By Melissa Ingoldsby9 months ago in Fiction
