The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Lydia Prime
I’ve never felt so alone, well, maybe never is a bit strong. While the gray creeps over the land ahead of me, I’m watching as everything tries to vainly run for cover. I’m sitting patiently against a huge oak tree, leaning against the rough bark, with my fingers twisting through the grass. The gray just keeps on moving towards me, steady in its pace. I look past its trail and see that nothing’s escaping. Everything it touches begins to shrivel, wither – die. Animals, to bones, to dust; mixed with the dirt and grass that’s dried and cracked to become a gravel-like sand. The clouds seem to be getting closer now, and even though I can just barely see the light shining in the distance, I know this is where it ends. Before long, my twisting grass becomes ashes, my huge oak tree trunk, drained to a fraction of itself. As for me, well, I too have been touched by the gray. It hurt at first, tearing flesh from muscle, from bone – from consciousness. That’s fine now though, because as they say, “ashes to ashes.”
Fiction © Copyright Lydia Prime
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More about Lydia Prime:
Lydia grew up in a small, ‘Mayberry,’ sort of town, in New Jersey. She thoroughly enjoys gummy bears and laughing through the darkest depths of life. More often than not, she writes about demons and monsters, however, being a recovering addict tends to turn inner demons into fearsome foes to be fought beyond the constraints of the mind. ‘Sometimes,’ she states, ‘what’s inside, is scarier than anything reality throws at you.’
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