Tag Archives: Donna J. W. Munro

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Singing Face by Donna J. W. Munro  Once upon a different time, faces were as private as excreting holes and genitals. From birth to death, porcelain shells of many colors and expression would be … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Gourd Fall by Donna J. W. Munro  By rights, the queen of the Fall should have been Sorcha’s, eldest daughter of the Mclau clan. They’d won the spot with their industry, more children, more … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Burn Pit Prophet by Donna J. W. Munro  By the time the last flame died, and the coals cooled, I wasn’t myself. My sun brown skin crackled with black ridges, weeping valleys, and crusted plateaus. … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Holding a Candle by Donna J. W. Munro  The candle she lit in his bones was just for show. His ribcage, picked clean a fortnight before, shone bright against the darkness of the sooty chapel … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Nesting Dolls by Donna J. W. Munro  The joyous news came on a rainy February Saturday, so early in the morning that the horizon still sparked with stars. The baby had arrived. She was seven … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Blinded by the Light by Donna J. W. Munro  Laney found herself staring up at the light again. The cold breath of the night tickled her face, though she didn’t feel it. The little fella … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Mouth of the World  by Donna J. W. Munro  Mama says that there’s a beauty seeing in the dark. She can’t see the light at all with her smooth pebble eyes. I got Daddy’s eyes. … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! We Won’t Be Quiet Anymore by Donna J. W. Munro  “I had the dream again.” He doesn’t look up from his phone, but I went on hoping he was listening. It was better than starting … Continue reading →