The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Lydia Prime
Deceptive features that show an unnatural ability to feel. Chiseled by the hand of God himself perhaps, or better still, the hand of something so much darker. Whispers float above the heads of travelers near and far, mocking and judging as she watches. The grinding of rocky joints and suddenly her quiet form is that of a huntress ready for her prey.
No longer dormant, her skin is supple and lips plump. Stony remnants fall away with each step into dusty heaps, marble eyes are the only feature to stay; a tell for a fair chance, as though victims of hers rarely deserve such graces. She saunters from her alabaster home and greets the unsuspecting. A motion with her hips and a quick smirk brings him in, he follows her as she leads him to a most divine and secluded spot. They dance across the ruins of a fallen land until he reaches a bit too low for her liking. She pulls away and he holds tight.
“You’re a lucky lady,” he chides. “You’ll enjoy this.” He pulls her arms above her head with just one hand and looks into her eyes for the first time. He notices something isn’t right and her smirk returns spreading wider as her marble eyes begin to glow. Flesh bubbles and melts away before there’s a chance to scream. She dines on his soul, so mangled and wrought with darkness. Satisfied for the evening she pushes the bony figure aside and strides back to her place among the others.
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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