Tag Archives: Marge Simon

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Bone Structure by Tiffany Michelle Brown She has blonde hair cropped close, so close I can make out the sloping curve of her skull. Gold earrings hang low from her earlobes, the metal nearly … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Doll in Ferns by Marge Simon There was a field of wildflowers at my childhood house, things bloomed off and on all year long. In spring, vines overcame from the skeletons of dead … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Abaddon’s Muse by Marge Simon It begins like a peyote dream, a landscape of Artaud’s desert where rocks form anthropomophic visions that change in passing shadows and sun-shade astral kings replenish their inborn mortal … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Another Full Moon by Marge Simon We drive separately, meet at the little Italian restaurant you love so much. You are waiting in the foyer. It’s been a long time, say your eyes. I … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Our Bianca’s Hand by Marge Simon Our Bianca, a monster, a moron, unlikely choice for symbiont, yet she meets our needs. In time, she grows too old to serve us properly. We select a … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Girl in the Glade by Marge Simon He had come to claim the feral girl. She must be seventeen by now, all ripe for the taking. The brochure proclaimed that many a rich … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! A Good Wine by Marge Simon An old woman stands boning fish. She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand. It leaves a trail of silver scales that match the streaks in … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Gathering Time by Marge Simon It is the time of summer solstice, and the hot and humid air throbs with desire. Our tribe’s young men of age gather to hear the females sing. … Continue reading →