The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Ela Lourenco
The hands of the clock groan towards twelve
My skin itches with anticipation as I watch and wait
I barely even notice the handsome men
Suited and booted as they twirl
The lovely ladies in their ruffles and lace
Ruby red lips, not a hair out of place
The ballroom gong strikes midnight
My body pulsates, energy zinging
Senses alert as I throw away my mask
At my signal my dancing ladies follow my lead
Baring their beauteous faces for all to see.
The men, those idiots are dazzled even more
For such flawless skin and tempting curves
Are hard to ignore
My ladies smile as they set the bait
Moving forward, as hunters to their prey
Sniffing, scenting, circling in for the kill
The night belongs to us, it won’t end
‘Til we have drunk our fill
We begin our dance to a symphony of screams
Sating ourselves, gorging on life’s own essence
As we begin our long-awaited feed.
Virile young men now broken marionettes
Rugged tan skin now palid colour of death.
Blood paints the golden walls
The once white marble statues are pure no more
Our time is up as though in a flash
As the first ray of sun filters in
My sisters lick their fingers
Daybreak is nigh
We must descend into our lair
Until the next time…
Fiction © Copyright Ela Lourenco
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Ela Lourenco:
Dragon Born: Book Three
The Royal tournament, the Karnac, is fully underway. But there is deception and betrayal at every turn. Unseen dark forces are at play, both within the school grounds and out with. Even the Gods are unable to help when a new threat looms over them all.The very existence of Azmantium depends on Lara fully becoming the Child of Fire and casting aside the Shadows lurking in every corner of her beloved planet.Can she overcome the challenges that await? Will the Shadows cover the world in darkness? Only Lara and her friends can change the fate of Azmantium.
Please don’t forget to visit the other WiHM 12 projects taking place!