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NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge 2 Story: Through The Looking Glass, I Will See You Again

Through The Looking Glass, I Will See You Again Melissa R. Mendelson “Please, be open.  Someone here? Please, help me.  My cat’s not responding, and it’s too far to get into town.  And I know that she is not going to make it.” “Mrs. Whisper, calm down.”  The veterinarian appeared behind her.  He wore loose jeans and a button-down shirt.  He had a black beanie over his head.  “I’m here,” he said, staring at the cat in her arms.  “Let me take her from you.” “I didn’t know what to do,” Mrs. Whisper said as she handed the cat over to him. “She’s still breathing.  If I didn’t see your sign, I wouldn’t have found your office.  You’re so far in the woods, and I can’t lose her.  I just lost my husband last year.” The veterinarian placed a gentle but firm hand on her shoulder. “Breathe,” he said, and Mrs. Whisper burst into tears.  “I’m going to take her into the room now.  We’ll be waiting for you.” “No,” Mrs. Whisper cried.  “I’m okay,” and she wiped her tears away.  “Will you be euth…. Euth…” “Eut…

Tall Tale TV Features Short Story, "One Last Droplet of Rain"

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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…

NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge 1 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…