Tag Archives: Naching T. Kassa

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Practice to Deceive by Naching T. Kassa I was never much for reading. I mean, what can you learn from books? Some boring dude put down words a hundred years ago and I’m supposed … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Skinwalker by Naching T. Kassa Rick Redbird stood beneath a moon of dark tidings. Clouds skittered across the wide sky, blotting out the moonlight and casting shadows over the desert. Red, sandstone boulders … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Narcoleptic by Naching T. Kassa Emily lay in the throes of paralysis, the dream fresh and real in her mind. Dr. Ferris’s honeyed voice served as narrator to her nightmare, his questions echoing over … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Death’s Gift by Naching T. Kassa “Where did you serve?” the young man asked. His words echoed in the dim firelight. Jed avoided his eyes and stared into the burn barrel before him. A … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Who is Adam? by Naching T. Kassa Some called him the Michelangelo of Spring Creek Correctional Center. Others called him by a different name. Robert Clem stood in the snow, watched by the pale … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Best Served Cold by Naching T. Kassa The King grinned as he stared through the tower window. Beyond the castle lay a series of hills. They had not existed a year ago. No one … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Change by Naching T. Kassa Miss Pym had always dreaded menopause. She despised hot sweats, cold chills, and the other discomforts which accompanied it. Most of all, she feared the lack of control … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Sustenance by Naching T. Kassa Marco Calabrini stood in the shadow of a skeletal tree, squinted down the path between the tombstones, and cursed the full moon. It shone over his cemetery, silvering the … Continue reading →