Mother, how could you? You’ve spoken to this recalcitrant child of seed, creating beauty in my malformed pulp through your tantrum of destruction; but this hurts me – leaves me a damaged husk straining to survive. Is this your intent? Am I to twist and writhe until all that once flourished is a tangled mass of malcontent? Mother… how could you?
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About Nina D'Arcangela
Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old graveyards.
Nina is co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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October 20th, 2015 at 2:45 pm
Absolutely brilliant!! Both picture and prose!! Love it, Nina!! 🙂
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October 21st, 2015 at 8:24 pm
Thank you, Joe! I’m very taken with natural elements conversing amongst themselves… with assigning roles to each and dissecting the interaction of what I suppose their ‘thoughts’ or ‘feelings’ toward each other would be. That makes perfect sense in my head, I hope it makes sense when typed as well. lol 😀
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October 26th, 2015 at 11:24 am
Made perfect sense! 🙂
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October 21st, 2015 at 12:23 pm
Reblogged this on and commented:
CHILD OF SEED by Nina D’Arcangela
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October 21st, 2015 at 8:25 pm
Thank you for reblogging my short prose, Jon! 😀
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November 22nd, 2015 at 3:55 pm
The title, words and photo intertwine (no pun intended) perfectly … and piercingly, too.
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November 22nd, 2015 at 4:13 pm
Thank you for saying so… Dialogue between the all encompassing ‘Mother’ nature and the reality of free-form growth or destruction in nature is a small vice of mine. As a photographer, I see a great deal of ‘punishment’ handed out to things of nature by nature itself. The picture, in this case, inspired the short prose. 🙂
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