Tag Archives: Rie Sheridan Rose

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! I Should Have Noticed  by Rie Sheridan Rose  The river was like copper glass in the cool early morning of sunrise. I always tried to get out on the water as early as possible—to avoid … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Second Thoughts by Rie Sheridan Rose  There has never been a time Horror was not integral to Every fiber of my being. . John Carpenter’s movies, Or the novels of King and Lovecraft… Early babysitters … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Unnoticed by Rie Sheridan Rose  You would never know what lies inside the nondescript tan suitcase. It’s just one of dozens stacked away in the bowels of the lost luggage area at the airport closest … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Gathering by Rie Sheridan Rose  “Is he here yet?” someone whispered, glancing around the shadowed clearing. It was just past twilight, and the light had faded to almost nothing above the treetops. A sense … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Grandmother’s Grimoire by Rie Sheridan Rose  When my grandmother died, I shed few tears. No one else remained to mourn her. My grandfather had died decades ago, and my own parents when I was young. … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Seasonal Surf  by Rie Sheridan Rose  Some days are perfect for surfing. You can tell as soon as you hit the beach. The waves are cresting at a reasonable range, and you can taste the … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Black and White and Red All Over by Rie Sheridan Rose  There’s a silence in these halls held in by thick stone walls… Shadows thick as midnight, though the window pulses sunlight. . I was … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Caution, Breakable by Rie Sheridan Rose  Life isn’t always kind. Moments exist which tear your heart out in a figurative sense. For me, one of those moments was waking up in a hospital bed to … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Broken Doll by Rie Sheridan Rose  The first time the lid on my box opened, I came to life—no, not in the customary way. I didn’t start breathing air and pumping blood through my nonexistent … Continue reading →