Tag Archives: Marge Simon

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Art of Buying Voodoo Dolls by Marge Simon  She crosses the street to the dark side of town, where terrible things are bartered or sold. It’s a dangerous place as twilight descends, but her … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! A Hotel of Many Rooms by Marge Simon  I am a hotel of many rooms. Each one is a living cell. I play host to many travelers. They recognize my breath beneath the spray that … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Blood Sisters by Marge Simon  Thanks for the light, lover. Come close, I shall tell you a secret about me and my sisters. Tonight, you may call me Carmilla. Born of landed gentry, a life … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Drawing Down the Moon by Marge Simon  Armageddon came and went. They’d planned to tour Greece this summer, but now that’s out. They put the last of their pot in the Ford pickup, take Route … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Old Gramaphone by Marge Simon  Welcome, Mrs. Bitefester! My, don’t we look stylish today, love the hat! And how are we feeling after our little ferryboat ride? Scenic, yes? Now do hurry up. We’ve … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Birthday Boy by Marge Simon  My days have been numbered ever since that horrid book, IT, was such a success. The little brats are either hostile or afraid of my costume. Still, I need … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Groom by Marge Simon  Spilled drinks, broken glass Gin-slurred accusations O god what he did to her face! a stream of bloodied tears   He did it with his penknife, gauging out her eye, … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! My Sparrow by Marge Simon  We left the city to live near the sea. It is a comfort, for it seems so much mightier than the long black ships. Not of our earth, they hang … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Striving To Be Lolitta  by Marge Simon  I wasn’t there when he held me close, kissed me all over, down to my toes, that was my fantasy. . I wasn’t at that motel with him, … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The End A Poem Redux by Marge Simon  Composing his last poem, the Poet walks the beach at the end of the world. His lover lags behind, a bag over her shoulder. The ocean is … Continue reading →