Tag Archives: Scarlett R. Algee

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! A Garden of Reaching Hands by Scarlett R. Algee The voices have finally stopped. Vultures are circling, and three crows have clustered in one of the hawthorns, but Cecily ignores them. Instead she … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Locus Obscurus by Scarlett R. Algee It happens because one day you ask your great-grandmother what’s in the old dusty wooden box at the back of her sewing table. She frowns and jabs … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Sparks Like Stars by Scarlett R. Algee When you were a girl, your mother always told you stories. Fantasies, fairy tales: the sorts of things that involved unicorns and fairies and fine high … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Sustenance by Scarlett R. Algee At Processing Site 17, on Wednesdays, we feed dissidents to the Machine. It’s a simple process: their crimes are read, they’re dropped from the platform, they scream until … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Final by Scarlett R. Algee Malory knew the door; had wondered about it for the entirety of her stay at the academy. Impossible not to, the way the other students tended to … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! The Last Day of Christmas by Scarlett R. Algee From above, again, the noise. Angelica stares down at her carpet and realizes she’s about to need a lot of ammonia. The blood is … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! A Little Friendly Competition by Scarlett R. Algee It looks like a nice street to die on, he’d said. Nice. That’s a good word, she decides, studying the stretch of cobblestone beneath her … Continue reading →

The Ladies of Horror Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Black, Red, Black by Scarlett R. Algee Far off down the boulder-strewn plain, she sees them coming, arcing black shapes against the greenish light of the mist-shrouded sun. He gurgles. She looks down; … Continue reading →