Sunday, September 18, 2016

Now Online: Lizardian Chapter 54

Chapter 54:
North could hear his mother crying from all the way outside.  She was hysterical.  She let out a loud sob as the front door opened in front of her, and she sniffed loudly as the door slammed closed behind them.  She clung tightly to Laurel as tears raced down each cheek, and North’s heart broke.  If she knew the truth, it would destroy her, but someone had to tell her.  And his heart rose into his throat as he now watched from the top of the stairs as his mother hugged Laurel in a tight embrace, but then his father separated them.  And they all looked up at North.
“Honey, go to bed.  I got this,” North’s father whispered to his wife as his hands rested on her shoulders.  “Take a sedative, and go to bed.”
“But Laurel,” North’s mother stammered.
“She’s safe,” his father replied.  “She’s right here, and she’s not going anywhere.  Okay?”
North’s mother kissed Laurel on the cheek and then said, “Okay.”  She slowly moved away from them and made her way up the stairs.  She grabbed North up into her arms and held him tightly too.  Then, she kissed him on the cheek.  “I love you,” she said to North.
“I love you too,” and he watched his mother disappear into her bedroom.
“Laurel, go take a long, hot shower, and then go to bed.”
Laurel was covered in blood.  Her hands were red.  Her face was pale, and she stared at the floor.  She slowly moved up the stairs.  As she did, North stepped away from her.  She noticed that, but she didn’t look at him.  Instead, she quickly went into the bathroom.
“North,” and he looked at his father.  “Go to bed.  Now.”
North returned to his bedroom.  He knew his father would also take one of his sleeping pills, and he would be out like a light shortly afterward.  He wouldn’t have to worry about his parents waking up suddenly or disturbing him.  North cracked open his door and watched his father walk into his bedroom, and then he listened for the water in the bathroom.  When he heard the shower turn on, he waited five minutes and then exited his room.  He quickly but quietly moved down the stairs and into the kitchen.  He knew what he had to do because no one else was going to do it, not even the sheriff or agent, who he had hoped would do it.

Now Online: Lizardian Chapter 54

Friday, September 16, 2016

New Short Story: By The Yellow Light

By The Yellow Light
by, Melissa R. Mendelson


I was nine when my parents got divorced.  I could hear them arguing downstairs as I clutched Teddy in my arms.  I always felt safe in this house.  I didn’t want to leave.  I wanted to stay with my mother, and for awhile, I did.  But then my father came and took me away.
His apartment was small.  It was also cold.  My bedroom felt like a shoebox.  It was big enough just for a bed and dresser, but that was it.  And if not for Teddy, this room would feel more like a prison than a haven, but I did my best to put on a smile for my father.  And for awhile, everything was okay.
It was around three a.m. when my father came crashing into my room.  He said that the door was locked, but I never locked it.  My window was also open.  I never opened it.  He claimed that I screamed like I was being attacked, but I don’t remember screaming.  All I knew was that my left foot was ice cold, and that was the foot that was dangling off my bed.  As I tried to rub my foot back to life, something dark touched my mind, and an icy feeling raced through me.  But I couldn’t explain it.  Did something attack me?
My mother came over the next day.  My father didn’t want her here, but she begged him to let her see her daughter.  He agreed, but he left when she walked in.  And she didn’t come empty handed.  She was holding a white, plastic bag, and whatever was inside looked really heavy.  She ushered me into my bedroom and closed the door.  She held a serious expression on her face, and I sat on my bed, awaiting more bad news.
“Look, what I am about to tell you can never be repeated.”  She sat beside me.  “I shouldn’t be telling you, but I’m trying to save you.”
“From what?”
“The Darkness,” she replied, noting my confused expression.  Instead, of speaking further, she withdrew an hourglass from the white, plastic bag.  It was beautiful.  It looked like it was made of gold, and inside was a river of yellow sand.  She placed it on the floor near the bed, and I reached for it.  But she pulled my hands away instead.  “A fairy blessed this yellow light, and forever will it keep away your darkest fright,” she said.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“It will keep the monster away.  Just leave it where I have placed it.  Don’t touch it.  Never touch it until it’s safe.”
“When will I know when it is safe?”
“You’ll know,” and she kissed me on top of my head.  “You’ll know,” and she stepped away from me.
Little did I know that would be the last time that I would ever see my mother again.  Almost a year had gone by, but with each passing day, she became a shell of herself.  She never answered the phone when I called.  She never replied to any of my letters.  I knew something was wrong, but nobody believed me.  And then one day, my father even got worried, and he went back to our home, where he found her.  But he wouldn’t tell me the details, but he was never the same after that.
I’m ten now.  The hourglass remained where she had left it.  When the sands had finished falling down to the bottom, they would rise up like magic to the top.  Then, they would fall again.  I used to find peace in watching this.  I used to feel safe, but the absence of my mother cut me deep.  And then, the dreams began.
I would awake in the darkest of night.  My mother would be sitting on the floor near the bed.  Most of the time, she wouldn’t look at me.  She would just cry, and I wanted to run to her, to hold her.  But I couldn’t move.  It was like some invisible force was holding me in the bed, and then she was gone.
I awoke late tonight.  It was just brushing past four a.m.  My mother was here, but she still kept her back to me.  She wasn’t crying tonight.  Instead, she was whispering.  It took forever to understand her, but then I did.  “It’s your fault,” she said.  “If only I stayed by the yellow light.”  Now, she looked at me, and a chill raced right through me.  “We can be together, if only,” but then she was gone.
“If only,” I asked.  “If only what?”
I waited for my mother to reappear, but she didn’t.  The nights passed by, and my emptiness grew.  Where was she?  Why wasn’t she coming back to me?  Was it the hourglass?  Something told me that it was.  What if I moved it, but what if that didn’t do anything?  Should I break it?  Something told me that was a bad idea, but I wanted my mother.  I needed my mother.  She would protect me from the Darkness.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.  It’s been two weeks.  I knew for sure that the hourglass was keeping her away.  Maybe, I didn’t have to move it or break it.  As I studied the hourglass, I realized that the top part did open, so when those yellow sands flew up to the top, I grabbed them and put them in a small jar.  And then I waited.
My mother appeared that night.  She was early.  It was just after two a.m.  She smiled, and that smile used to melt my heart.  But I shuddered instead, and she reached for me.  I took her hand in mine and realized how cold she was.  She must be this cold because she was dead, but no, she wasn’t dead.  She was here with me, but as she spoke to me, something seemed off. 
“Mom?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Are you really here?”
“I am.”
“Are you…”
“Yes, dear?”
“Are you really my mother,” and her grip tightened on my hand.  “Ow.  You’re hurting me,” and she tried to pull me closer to her.  As she did, her image shimmered.  There was something dark here, sinister, and I screamed.
As  I screamed, my bedroom door flew shut.  The lock snapped into place.  The window flew open, and a cold breeze filled the room.  The thing before me flashed between my mother and something else, and it was drawing blood now.  It wasn’t letting go, and as it pulled me closer to it, I remembered something.  And with all my strength, I turned around and seized the jar left on the bed.
I thought I had missed.  Then, all those yellow sands that escaped when the jar crashed to the ground rose upward.  They hovered in the air for a moment, and then they hurled themselves at the monster before me.  The Darkness howled as it released my hand, and then a pulse flashed across the room.  I fell across my bed just as my father came crashing in, but before I could say or do anything, I passed out.
I awoke in a hospital bed.  The room was a soft white.  The sun kissed my hand.  A nurse smiled at me and then hurried to get the doctor.  My gaze rose up to the ceiling, and for a moment there, I could see those yellow sands.  Then, I looked downward to the man sitting in a chair nearby.  He looked tired, older, and he cried when his gaze met mine.  “Daddy,” I said in a hoarse voice.  “Is that you?”
“It is, sweetheart,” and he grabbed me up into his arms, holding me tight.  “I thought I lost you,” he whispered into my ear.  Then, he kissed me again and again.  “I thought I lost you.”
“Dad, I just passed out.  I think,” but I noticed a strange look on his face.  “I saw you last night.  Dad?  Dad, what’s wrong?”
He sat back in his chair.  His tears were flowing now.  He wiped them away and avoided my gaze.  Then, he looked at me and said, “It’s been two years.”
“What?”
“It’s been two years,”  he repeated.  “You went into a coma, but I shouldn’t be telling you this.  Let’s wait for the doctor,” and he fell silent.
“It was the monster,” I said.  “It was killing me.”  I could tell that my father wanted to say something, but he didn‘t.  Did he know, or did he think my mother was just crazy until now, until the monster came after me.  “Daddy?”
“Yes, dear,” and I cringed at that.  “What is it?”
“I want to go home.  Not the apartment.  Home.”
“The apartment is gone,” he said.  “We have our house back.”
“So, can we go home?”

“We can go home,” he said.  “Just rest,” and he left the room, probably looking for the doctor and nurse.  But I couldn’t rest.  Instead, I looked up into the sun’s rays, admiring its golden sands.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

New Parody Lyrics: Crowley (Supernatural)

Crowley
(Parody of Eric Clapton’s song, Cocaine)
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

The boys wanna take him out, but they never take him out.
Crowley.
His accent’s a funny sound, commanding his loyal hell hound.
Crowley.

[Chorus:]

He can’t fly, He will lie, He won’t die;
Crowley.

He gave the Devil his dues; Rowena’s a pain in his caboose.
Crowley.
He’s got the boys on the run; He just wants to have some fun.
Crowley.

[Chorus:]

He can’t fly, He will lie, He won’t die;
Crowley.

If ya think that he is gone, that sexy devil will live on.
Crowley.
You got to watch your back for Crowley’s on the attack.
Crowley.

[Chorus:]

He can’t fly, He will lie, He won’t die;
Crowley.


(Repeat)

Monday, September 12, 2016

My Letter to Eric Kripke (Happy Early Birthday, Supernatural)

                                           May 23, 2006
Dear Eric Kripke:

     Suspense tingles along the spine as goose bumps rise on my skin.  My gaze settles on those that will determine the next course of action, and a voice cries out from within to warn them of danger.  Poised on the edge of my seat, I can only watch and wait to see what happens next.  But the suspense will linger through this season and the next, but that is why I love TV shows such as the Supernatural.
     The Warner Brothers (WB) TV station has a long history of running hit TV shows such as Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, Angel, Charmed, Smallville, and hopefully the Supernatural.  These TV shows provide many viewers with an escape from their lives and the world around them.  These shows have terrorized and thrilled many, who are glued to their TV sets for, at least, an hour.  Their thirst for more continues to grow as they wait for the next episode and the next to escape into worlds that they could only dream of.  If these shows especially the Supernatural were extinguished before their prime, many would be left unsatisfied and disgusted, and they would then turn to seek escape elsewhere. 
     We need TV shows such as the Supernatural.  Many viewers have always tuned in for the Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, the X-Files and anything else different.  Anything different has always attracted us, and this attraction will never be found in Reality TV shows.  There is a silent need that thirsts to witness things never thought possible and scenarios that will leave us hanging such as that season finale of the Supernatural.
     I urge you to please consider bringing this show back, at least, for one more season.  Keep a close eye on the ratings.  Please do not turn a deaf ear on the fans that yearn to see the show and its characters return to the network one more time.  Give it a chance.  You might be surprised at how much potential has been dormant in that show until now, and it might just become another long-running TV show such as the ones before it.
     On a side note, as a writer, I have dealt with writer’s block.  To me, writer’s block are the iron gates that taunt you with dreams and ideas held prisoner on the other side.  However, to get through those gates, I have discovered fan fiction.  Writing stories based off TV shows such as the Supernatural has helped my creativity to flow and allowed me to create my own characters and stories.  If these shows were not so deep and so amazing, I would be left holding a pen over a white sheet of paper.
     Thank you for creating one of the best TV shows that I have seen in a long time, and I hope to see its return.

Sincerely,
Melissa R. Mendelson 

Saturday, August 06, 2016

Publications

Book Publications:

Names In A Jar: A Collection of Poetry by 100 Contemporary American Poets

Espresso Fiction: A Collection of Flash Fiction for the Average Joe

Voices of the World:  A Poetry Anthology

Beast: A Dark Ethology Volumes One and Two


Gadfly Online:

2011: Passenger; No Leaders Among Men

2012: We Are The Villains Of This Story; Letters Cast Away; Leaving Nowhere Behind; After Dark: My Favorite TV Shows; My First Taste of Road Rage; Bleeding Through Reality (Let The Fiction In); Rampage; Going Haywire

2013: Living According to Tolstoy; Welcome Back to Tango of the Road Rage Drivers; When I Tried To Become A 9-1-1 Operator; Alarm Set; King of the Lonely Hill; Never in Stone; Saving Gifted Men and a Touch of Paranormal; (Alien) Baby Got Back; Glass Eyes; One Way Ticket; Friendship Rises Over The Dead Zone; Hail to the Three Kings, Baby; The Death of the State Employee; Heroes in Dark; Beyond The Spielberg Dream (My Love of Science-Fiction); A Brief Glimpse Over The Edge; Ghost in the Sands of White (For Walter White); Bye, Bye Mr. Burn Notice Spy; Simple Thoughts; Feeling Yourself Explode (My Take on Being Mad as Hell); Never Meant to Love

2014: Burning Down The Doll House; Over The Porch; Concrete Dreams; Front Page; Cruising Along Fate's Darkness; Where I Hit Record; The Trouble with Past Lives; NeedlePoint; Rhythm of Life; Checkmate; The NY State of Mind Does Not Brake For Enlightenment; You Killed Me Before; Guns Talk (A Parody of 'Little Talks' by Of Monsters and Men); Bleu Room with a Red Vase: Catching A Star At Jones Beach; Dialing The 4400 (A Parody of Adele's song, Set Fire To The Rain); 'Slip and Fall': A Review of Nick Santora's 2007 Thriller; Movies That Speak Volumes; Faded Shades of Rainbow; Remembering The Final Cut: Dedicated to Robin Williams; Don't Forget To Tip Your Cows; Lies (Parody of Sia's song, Chandelier); I Am A Clone; Here We Go Again (Another Tango Driver); Gold Beyond Blue; If Sam Axe Died; Unions; Fragments of Broken Youth; Extra, Extra; D.T.A.; Footprints in Sand; Alien Dream; Along The Rails; Cellar Dawn; Seeing Through The Facade; Blonde Android Shutdown

2015: Flirting with Revolution; Wanting to be a Cool Kid; The Silent War We Wage; Taking On The Universe; 24 Won't Come Back No More (Parody); Death Made a Pie; Spirits Among Us; Underground; Book Review: The Branches of Time; Gone Without a Trace; The Parachute Kids; The World is not Black and White; The Quiet Room; War Of My World; Remains of Peace; Carry On Winchester Sons (Parody of Kansas's 'Carry On Wayward Son'; Hanging Out in the Drive Thru (Parody of Train's Drive By Song); Book Review: Fifteen Digits; A Bitter Mockery; Blazing Eagle; Comic Book Heroes Gone Wild (Parody of Skid Row's "Youth Gone Wild"); Broken (Parody of Rihanna's "Diamonds"); The Waiting Room; What If Heaven Were Really Real?; The Tin Man's Heart; Missing Horror Movies of Days Long Ago; Iron Thorns; Gone But Not Forgotten

The Useless Degree Magazine:

Touch of Winter (Short Story): 2015

Bewildering Stories:

Summer Over The Death of My Youth (Short Story): 2015
I'm Better Off With a Cat (Flash Fiction): 2016

Wild Sound:



Glass Skies Over Home Log Line: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZE3usyyYlCE

The Unknown Rider (Winner of Twitter Short Story Contest):





Bystander Magazine:

Glimpse Over Darkness (Poetry): 2015

Antarctica Journal Publications:

Poetry:
Shining Through The Echo (For Robin Williams);  Are We Real;  Behind The Door;  Here;  Stone Slate;  Dream Always;  The Hole Within Us;  In Shadow;  Memorial;  Scarred; Today; What Is Family; Cruelty; Drifting; Whenever I Hear A Train; Shatter; Sending My Love Across The Distance; Wasting Time; King Me; A Break In The System

Poetry Featured in the 2015 Soul Fountain Anthology of Poetry

Art/Photography:
Farmland;  Kayaker;  Blue Surface;  Silent Post;  Who's Ready For Church;  Fog Rolling In; Manhattan (4 Photographs); Country Fair (4 Photographs); Long Beach, NY (4 Photographs); City Drive (4 Photographs); Country Fair 2 (4 Photographs); Abandoned (4 Photographs)

Song Lyrics:
Remember;  Shut;  On White Wings I Fly;  Comic Book Heroes Gone Wild; Supernatural Love; I Am A Clone; I'm Not Coming Home For Christmas; Wings of Gray; Paint My Heart Red; My Poor Mother's Country Land; CW Rocks True

Short Fiction:
Please, Stay and Guard Me, The Ticking

Review:
Spaceship and "Shake Time Loose"; When I Listen To Music; Lizardian; Just Talking About Science-Fiction