Tag Archives: Nina D’Arcangela

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Push by Nina D’Arcangela A quick hit, that’s all I need. The needle still in my arm, I drift with the flow as I sink deeper and deeper into the chair. I sink so … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Relic by Nina D’Arcangela Tiny bones arranged on a bed of cotton. A single daffodil snuggled in golden glory and lavender sprigs – an offering of love and fidelity. A stone from the garden to … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Tectonic Upheaval by Nina D’Arcangela From the chasm it rose, wings beating a false current. With a slap of its tail, limestone soldiers gave way to shards that matched the armor it wore. Fuel is … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Yummy Rummie by Nina D’Arcangela I hate these things. Is there anything more annoying than someone else’s happiness? Look at her, the bride-to-be, making her rounds like a moth pretending to be a butterfly. She … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Written in Crayon by Nina D’Arcangela Beauty lies still in the cool depths, yet no prince approaches. Have the fairy tales failed us, or us them? Perhaps still waters run deep so frogs can be … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Hunger by Nina D’Arcangela Lying beneath the chill flow; the murk and muck of time settled upon me as a cloak, I await the approach of the unsuspecting. This season of abundance my natural ally. … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Nextlahualli by Nina D’Arcangela Pain, muscles protest the need to move. Blind, she’s dragged into the glaring light. Vertigo, the edge of the frustum too near. Thunder, the sound of blood slamming through her ears. … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Over the Moon by Nina D’Arcangela This is my home, or rather the place I find myself confined. The light never dims, the moon a mockery of what I’ll never gaze upon again. The man … Continue reading →