Tag Archives: Wynelda Ann Deaver

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Retribution by Wynelda Ann Deaver You’re too sensitive It’s just a joke Tiny barbs hurled With the precision Of a sledgehammer. Cruelties small and large, Meant for shattering, For breaking For annihilation But you … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Masks by Wynelda Ann Deaver He comes, a thief in the night, stealing moments. His robe, long enough to brush the forest floor, conceals him from sight. A mask of jaw bone and sinew … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Chains of Fate by Wynelda Ann Deaver It is soothing, the hook going and out, consuming the fiber, twisting it. Transforming it. A simple chain. Some long, some small. I rock in the chair … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Dominion by Wynelda Ann Deaver They have no dominion here. They can try to steal you away. Wrap their silly lies tighter than a California roll. Try to explain how your are born of … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Deadly Grotto by Wynelda Ann Deaver Come they told me in the darkest night, Come and find the fortress beyond sight, Where the golden glow Warms the vampire’s skin, Where demons wait idly by, … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Dollhouse by Wynelda Ann Deaver Don’t worry my dear, there are no angels here. This dollhouse isn’t meant for the faint of heart, no. No damsels in distress shall be comforted here and Daddy’s … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Into the Gloming by Wynelda Ann Deaver Head towards the gloaming, young warrior. Pay no attention to those who claim prophesy or sing hymns. . They speak of the glory of being the Change … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Flood of Justice by Wynelda Ann Deaver The lights shimmer, just out of reach. Calling, always calling me home. I was only allowed to stay out until the lights came on… But that’s been … Continue reading →

The Ladies of HorrorPicture-Prompt Writing Challenge! Blossoming by Wynelda Ann Deaver Sheltered or stunted? It started as a blessed cooling, of the bloom of first bud. Of becoming myself. Cool liquid, soothing the fire that sparked through me.  Promises of … Continue reading →