Category Archives: Women in Horror Month

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! No Place Like Homeby K.R. Morrison “There’s no place like home!” I had uttered those words when I’d first woken up/gotten back/whatever. Everyone was so relieved to see me come back to life. But … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Summer I Got Away by Christina Persaud  “Come back home, okay?”  I nodded, forgetting Dad couldn’t see me through the phone, and that it was an odd thing for him to say.  But my … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Woodsman Needs Skin by Christina Persaud  The year I turned thirteen, I made the error of accepting a dare. It was a silly, stupid thing to do, but I was young and had … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Telephone by K.R. Morrison I groaned as I looked up the stairs. I always hated this mission, but it had to be done. Our upstairs neighbor, Mr. Wadd, was a jerk. No two ways … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Ancient Blessing by Christina Persaud  Autumn rain pelted the young boy who had just found his mother’s dead body in their backyard shed. From her cold lips trickled something sticky and blue. Oliver, who … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Marble Castleby K.R. Morrison Jackie looked up at the marquee and rolled her eyes. She glanced at her friends in disgust. “I thought we were going to go to a casino,” she whined. This … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Parlor Room by K.R. Morrison  Todd had been told about this train system, and the art along its walls. But he had not been prepared for the cave-like features that the architects had added. … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Chase by Christina Persaud  I run through the woods, fearing for my life.  Legs that are pumping,  Propelled by my strife. I dip below branches, dirt meeting boots. I jib and I jab,  Dodging … Continue reading →