Tag Archives: Nina D’Arcangela

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Forest of Sticks by Nina D’Arcangela In a forest of sticks, three wait while the fourth summons. Eleven cycles have passed since the calling was last performed. The youngest breaks the silence; patience not … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Revelation by Nina D’Arcangela Creeping slowly from the deep, the creature within obeys without question – as do the others. The line marches forward; the shelf shallows by inches. All the while, whispers gurgle … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Introspective by Nina D’Arcangela I sit here alone, thoroughly abandoned, and deserving so. Awash in paralytic dread, I mourn what I have not yet lost, but know will soon be stolen from me. I … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Eight Minutes Of by Nina D’Arcangela Eight minutes of… the gala was in full swing. Women adorned in their finest gowns, men in their spats and tails. All twirled the dance floor with inebriated glee. … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! A Seeing Night by Nina D’Arcangela Sitting before a low table on a pile of cushions, she prepares herself in the company of her four-footed companions. The atmosphere is one of calm anticipation. This … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Forgotten by Nina D’Arcangela Hell has laid claim to places on this earth, places that are lost, forgotten, for all intents and purposes, no longer exist. I woke in such a place. For days … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Open Wide by Nina D’Arcangela Flash! The light strobes, flaring at me. Flash! The heat from the bulb dries the sweat on my face. Flash! My eyes slam shut; they open to rivulets of … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Brew by Nina D’Arcangela The sizzle surrendering to silence, the flare diminishing to nothing more than a ghost upon his eyes, Darius wondered at the concoction brewing this Witch’s eve. An elixir he was … Continue reading →