Tag Archives: Marge Simon

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Courtesan: 1804 by Marge Simon For you, I dance the Odissi, gold bangles on my wrists, fingers stained with bright magic, a gem on every toe to enhance your leisure or goad your lust.   … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Vampire Ball by Marge Simon Tonight, a celebration such as Machiavelli himself might have planned, with elite victims of high social standing. Dashing and dapper, the Monsignor descends the stairs, flourishing a polished cane. … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Moontree by Marge Simon Chilly night Out here in the dark, my god what was I thinking? It’s chilly, I pull my shawl closer around my shoulders, warm against my skin.  Grandmother made it, … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Last Dead Soldier by Marge Simon To who finds this letter: We talked about the good things tonight.  It’s Anna’s need, not mine. Mama pounds on our door, but Anna says we can’t let her … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! His Brideby Marge Simon Their celebratory champagne overflows its welcome. The wedding guests escape to their cars,leaving the raging pair to it. rekindled jealousyspilled drinks & broken glass,slurred accusations He selects a grapefruit spoon, … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! View from the Pierby Marge Simon “A man lives so many different lengths of time.”           -Steve Hall, The Raw Shark Texts Before him is a lake that stretches for miles. The remains of an … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Communionby Marge Simon Cecile arranges a set of Winsor chairsside by side on the beach, one red, one brown.I smile, for she wears her best bombazine blouse,giving us a hint of the night’s festivities … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! A Carnival of Ghostsby Marge Simon So there was an argumentabout something, you forget what.Wife took the car, fled to her mother,or maybe you dropped her off,you can’t be sure, but never mind. Now here … Continue reading →