Tag Archives: A.F. Stewart

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Shed by A.F. Stewart You could see it from the road as you drove past my neighbour’s farm. A weathered hut, cement and stone with a tin roof, and a rusted metal … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Castle on the Hill by A.F. Stewart The first night of the rising blood moon, they all shivered behind closed doors. They fell to their knees and said their prayers, those that … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Zombie House by A.F. Stewart “I’m ready for my close up.” The noseless, grey-faced terror grinned, its bloody mouth showing several missing teeth. With a quick glance at the armed security, the cameraman … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Spiders in the Blood by A.F. Stewart Dozens of tiny spider corpses littered the marble floor and the velvet draped table, scattered across a half-filled glass decanter and the adjacent black rose. A … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Ghosts of the Grasslands by A.F. Stewart Call to me, oh sunlit savannahs, oh plains of desolation. Call to me from blood soaked ground and smoking ruin. I can see you. Your shadow … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Remains by A.F. Stewart The unmistakable sound of a metallic spring being plucked echoed through the room, followed by a hiss. The cat lifted its paw, before scratching again at the metal bed … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Shadow Man by A.F. Stewart “Can you see the Shadow Man? Can you see the Shadow Man?” Perched on the low wall at the edge of the playground, Annabelle listened to the boisterous … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Exestential Breakdown by A.F. Stewart Tick tock, Davy. Tick tock. Listen, listen. Hear the clocks? “Please, no. Not again.” A small whimper in the night. ‘Round and ‘round your brain they go. Where it stops, we … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Magenta Dreams by A.F. Stewart Have you ever walked through the place of nightmares? I have. It’s beautiful, all midnight violet and stillness stretching across an indistinct horizon. A land of indigo woods and an amethyst … Continue reading →