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I'm Going to Comic Con in October

I almost went last year, but as of right now, I will be going that weekend, which is why I am posting this:

Comic Book Heroes Gone Wild Parody of Skid Row’s “Youth Gone Wild” by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Since I was young, I couldn’t put them down
Another misunderstood kid, another super identity found
Some never played by the rules while other boy scouts really cared
Some nasty villain’s reputation reigned everywhere

I sit and read, forgetting all about me
So many heroes have stood where others now stand
They are young with the world in their hands

We’re all vigilantes rocking style
We face fire by trial
Our lives are an endless mile
We are the comic book heroes gone wild
We will rise and refuse to fall
We’re united as one to save you all
Hear us roar the heroes call
We are the comic book heroes gone wild

Kingpin screamin’ in my ear about how Hell’s Kitchen is supposed to be
Getcha black pajammas, give Karen a smile, and son, come on and fight me

He said, “Hey man, I’m the fastest man that you oughta know.
I …

New Lyrics: Goosepond Wasteland

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Goosepond Wasteland Parody of The Who’s song, Baba O’Riley (Teenage Wasteland) by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Out here in the Goosepond, The water is really green. I stick my head in, diving deep. My wings won’t take flight. My legs are glued tight. I feel like I am sinking.
The town won’t break the algae apart. All this green is breaking my heart. The land we’re forced upon. At least there, we could enjoy the sun.
You walk by. Don’t even bat an eye. It’s only Goosepond wasteland.
If only I could sue, But geese don’t know what to do. It’s just another ordinary day. Even the fish don’t won’t to stay, But the algae remains. Won’t you do something, please?
Hey you! Don’t walk your mile. My flock, Don’t give me a smile. Look down At the water surrounding me. We have nowhere to go. We are at your mercy.
You walk by. Don’t even bat an eye. It’s only Goosepond wasteland.
The kids are laughing, chasing us. We hiss and make a fuss. We can’t stand on the land for too long. All this algae is why we’re singing this song.
Won’t you take a …

Horror Story: The Broken Dolls

The Broken Dolls Melissa R. Mendelson The house was quiet.  The walls were bare.  Family photographs were tucked away in cardboard boxes.  The staircase was dusty as if to cover any tracks of what had happened here, but the truth were the holes in the walls that still echoed with misery.  One cardboard box was torn open, and inside were broken dolls.  Their arms and legs stuck through the sides of the box, and their decapitated heads were all kissed by a hammer.  Even the teddy bears weren’t spared, and some of them still held an ugly, burnt smell. At the bottom of the box was a shattered porcelain doll’s face. “I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Doctor Leif.”  Mrs. Waters wrung her hands.  “That was the movers on the phone.  They’ll be here tomorrow morning.”  She looked over at the box of broken dolls and burnt teddy bears. Mrs. Waters struck me as a once lively woman.  Now, she had shrunk, caved in by despair, and her blonde hair was quickly turning gray.  Her brown eyes were tinted with f…

Goshen Art Walk - August 3, 2019

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Thank You to everyone for stopping at my table at the Goshen Art Walk on Webster Avenue in Goshen, NY on August 3rd.  I promise that my photographs will be posted to this blog soon.  In the meantime, you can find them here on Fine Art America: https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/melissa-mendelson.html

Also, if you are interested in my short stories, they are available on Amazon Kindle for $0.99, and you can find them here: https://www.amazon.com/s?i=digital-text&rh=p_27%3AMelissa+Mendelson&s=relevancerank&text=Melissa+Mendelson&ref=dp_byline_sr_ebooks_1

I hope everyone has a great weekend!

Melissa R. Mendelson


NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge Story: The Dead Man in the Ravine

The Dead Man in the Ravine Melissa R. Mendelson
The flow of water moving downward filled my ears.  The wind rustled through the trees and over my flesh.  The green grass underneath me turned red from the bullet hole in my shoulder.  Sunlight opened my eyes, and the rocks cradled my head. I had falling over the edge hard.  It was amazing that my body wasn’t broken, but moving my ankle nearly had me cry out in pain.  I slowly raised my head upward.  My eyes moved over the trees, but I could not see through the green.  Where was he? Suddenly, a bullet struck the ground not far from my head.  I glanced at the hole and then over at the water. I could not touch the water especially because I was bleeding, so I remained lying on the small bank.  And he emerged from his hiding spot, and I realized that he had been there all this time, waiting to see if I was dead. “You could have just put the bullet in my head,” I said, watching him shrug with the gun still in his hand. “I need you to answer someth…

Horror Story: Tears of a Clown

Tears of a Clown Melissa R. Mendelson
The cold beer felt good against Paul’s hand.  He nursed each sip as he sat back in the loveseat, staring at the man seated before him.  He savored each taste, running the man’s words across his mind.  He heard of small towns having their secrets, and some of those secrets were dark.  But what this man was telling him went beyond drama, and he didn’t believe in the supernatural.  He only believed in the cold beer in his hand. “I know that you are new to this town, Paul.  This town, Poenitet has its secrets.  Actually, it only has one secret,” the man sitting before Paul said. “Does that explain the adults dressed as clowns here?”  The man before Paul nodded.  “Does that explain why each family has their own clown?”  The man nodded again.  “So, what happened to your clown?” “Dave?  He died. Heart attack.  No one saw it coming, which is why I am here, Paul.  I heard that you were looking for work, and I am willing to pay you.  Just name your price.” “Matt,…