Tag Archives: Lori R. Lopez

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Goliath by Lori R. Lopez From an opaque night a tempest brewed, crackling, raining bolts of fierce light, stirring a dark soup to crash and maim the hull of a sturdy Cargo Ship, a … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Looking Glass by Lori R. Lopez Wait. A slight movement attracted her full attention . . . One of those furtive flits of the eye. A passing fancy along the fringes between sight and … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Carni-Val by Lori R. Lopez A rickety Caravan of growls and creaks, grumbles, tin-whistle wails, parading common lanes like a patchwork show contrived to entertain young or old with an air of derelict shady … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Bitter Skies by Lori R. Lopez The Butterflies are back. In waves of thick silent menace, on wings of dusty brilliant hues they dive. And we rush for cover, dreading them more than most … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Atomaton by Lori R. Lopez Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Someone should oil that wheel! Or give her earplugs. It was disturbing. Confined to a box, a four-by-four cell made of cement. Unable to see anything … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! In Pieces by Lori R. Lopez That chair will be my death. Worn, rather ordinary to look at. Except the base, designed to raise and lower, cant to a more comfortable angle — or … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Sitting Room by Lori R. Lopez There were chairs in a parlor where nobody sat, and dust collected in layers. A table for card games that nobody won; you could see the bare … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Locked Door by Lori R. Lopez Never tell young people what not to do without fully explaining the reasons why . . . It compels them to wonder, speculate, obsess, racked by suspense … Continue reading →