Tag Archives: E.A. Black

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! You’re Invited to the Ghost Ship Halloween Party by Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi Lucy strode out of her ship office and onto the starboard deck. She realized she was over doing it with Halloween … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Final Tryst by E.A. Black “Loser!” Goddamned bitch. Who did Amelia think she was that she could talk to Alan like that? He hadn’t heard her voice in years but he recognized it immediately. … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Flea Market Wishes by Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi “How much for the figurine?” said Cassie. “How bout a deal of $5 for you, dear,” said the pot-bellied man at the flea market. “It’s worth … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Into the Blackness by Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi Black scorpions crawl from her maw, as she mesmerizes my mind with her graphic darkness and bleak time obsession, laughing at my dilemma of living with … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Mourning by E.A. Black There were dozens of them – glowing blue like a spent flame. I felt the air against my face as they flapped their wings. Moonlight caught their colors along the … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! With Silent Words He Wrote for Her by Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi And he spoke to her, in unspoken language, hidden beneath phrasing and silence, but she could read his thoughts, feel his tension, … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Tea for Two by Erin Sweet Al-Mehairi Legs crossed, hands in lap, I sit quietly with my fingers entwined near my mother-in-law on her colorful, ornate settee ready for tea. We have porcelain … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Mother Nature by E.A. Black I first noticed something was wrong when the fireflies disappeared. I used to see them when I was a kid all the time at dusk. Then, by the time … Continue reading →