Tag Archives: Marge Simon

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 →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! About My Mum by Marge Simon  When I was a wee baby, Mum left me on a railroad track because my crying hurt her head. I was quieted by the vibrations of the trestles until … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! A Field of Poppie Kerchiefs by Marge Simon  Just at dawn is my favorite hour when the olden women come to sweep the streets. Their kerchiefs like a field of bright poppies moving on a … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Hour Glass by Marge Simon  Their apartment building was very old. He had tended it a long time, knew every inch of brick and mortar. In the basement, the pulse of its heart. He … Continue reading →