Melissa Eaves

Joined June 2021

73 stories

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I am an freelance writer. I love the written word and the poetry of my soul is expressed by mastery of it.

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Home is hamburger frying Freshly cut lettuce tomatoe And an onion A small indulgence on a monthly sly Home is bathwater running
By Melissa Eaves4 years ago in Poets
Home is...
Home is a slow morning on a Sunday A place that stays cool well into midday A breakfast smell that lingers and wafts A cozy book and a cool bed
By Melissa Eaves4 years ago in Poets
A Page From My Life
Beneath the shade of the pear tree, I sat preoccupied. The wind picked up and the leaves whisphered and sang that silent song that wind and leaves often sing.
By Melissa Eaves4 years ago in Motivation
Silence
We watched either other warily. Its brown golden pools of eyes unreadable and closed to me. The snow came in steady softness falling in fathomless quiet.
By Melissa Eaves4 years ago in Fiction
Modern and Primeval
The stoplight turned green, a little orb of ignored order, as the cars drone around in a pretense of controlled order, I casually watched the kingdom crumble.
By Melissa Eaves4 years ago in Horror
Zombie
I dyed my hair red today, and as the color bled across my fingers, I thought of dyin or killin, of how to live. I thought of all the time and space between me and then, about how much drama, it takes sometimes to live.
By Melissa Eaves4 years ago in Humans
Sunken Daydreams
The pictures hung off the wall like brief nods to the time before this, they were slanted and buckled . The walls looked haphazardly strewn up, and the curtains hung in unhappy, unsymmetrical clumps, begging for breeze, for a breath of fresh.
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Horror
A Thousand Words
“Do you wanna fuck?” The girl/woman stood looking straight and shameless. Her dress was pink and snug to an hourglass figure that went on for miles. A little ragged, but breathtaking.
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Humans
Shank
He moved through the water. Strong and sleek and proud, the look in his eyes? Absolute annoyance. He was annoyed by their continued presence in his waters, he was confused by their inability to understand his grace or acknowledge his power.
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Earth
Railroad
June, 1991 Eliza was reading again. “Reading is boring.” That's what her brother Jacob said. "Well whatever, keep your underdeveloped brain, moron," she winked at her sister Emma.
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Fiction
Dead Man
“They blew his fucking head off!!!” “Oh god oh god,” she said sarcastically,lighting a cigarette. “ They blew his fucking head off, you don’t say?”
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Criminal
Abandonment
The sun blew hot and golden rays of breath into my exhales and inhales. I sat alone beneath a blue sky on a summer day. The solitude was deafening and exhilirating.
By Melissa Eaves5 years ago in Fiction

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Home is...

A Page From My Life

Silence

Modern and Primeval

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Sunken Daydreams

A Thousand Words

Shank

Railroad

Dead Man

Abandonment

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