Melissa Ingoldsby
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A Fleeting Wisp of Hope
"I envy your conviction." Just words, but coming from Nny, it was the rarest of compliments. Before Edgar could say anything about it, his eyes wandered instinctively at the yellow pale of Nny's hand. Edgar blanched as those fingers reached for the trigger. Before the trigger was pulled, however, an even rarer event occurred. Their eyes met for the last time. Nny was almost captivated, by this man, by this total lack of social dignity, but he saw something more. He couldn't place what.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Fiction
How I believe Vocal and Memberful will make my dreams come true (I am Bexley hard-back novel!)
(Y’all, I got some new plans to add! Check it out!!) In High-school, I remember being in my Psychology class and a fellow classmate tapping my shoulder. I knew she was a writer for our school newspaper as I had heard her talking of different articles she had been writing periodically to others.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Journal
