The chill winter wind blows in many things, slumber, depression, and death among them. This winter, I leaned into these themes to create a dark and wintry #prompt list.
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The chill winter wind blows in many things, slumber, depression, and death among them. This winter, I leaned into these themes to create a dark and wintry #prompt list.
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Free to use. Please tag #Dedcember or quote post.
Day 3 of my macabre #artchallenge! Prompt was "Ritual and Sacrifice".
Also this was me using Clip Studio for the first time... So I'm blaming my shitty rendering on the new-program learning curve.
Day 3 of my macabre #artchallenge! Prompt was "Ritual and Sacrifice".
Also this was me using Clip Studio for the first time... So I'm blaming my shitty rendering on the new-program learning curve.
First day is complete! Prompt 1: Tombstone
"Cold granite presses against my back, making me shiver despite the warm, humid morning. I'm used to waking up naked on a stranger's grave."
First day is complete! Prompt 1: Tombstone
"Cold granite presses against my back, making me shiver despite the warm, humid morning. I'm used to waking up naked on a stranger's grave."
Hyacinth: An dark anthology about princes and bad things happening to them
Dedcember: A daily prompt event with a macabre theme.
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Hyacinth: An dark anthology about princes and bad things happening to them
Dedcember: A daily prompt event with a macabre theme.
GvM's 100 days of Peen: Art featuring peens!
Kink in Court: Daily discourse around misunderstood kinks
Prompt 3: sacrifices & rituals
'I'd give my humanity,
For moments like these.
Sugar spun kisses,
And wild eyed glee.
My blood is an offering,
To star-eyed gods,
So the sands may fall,
Only one grain per month.'
Prompt 3: sacrifices & rituals
'I'd give my humanity,
For moments like these.
Sugar spun kisses,
And wild eyed glee.
My blood is an offering,
To star-eyed gods,
So the sands may fall,
Only one grain per month.'
Prompt 8: prey
I whirl around and squeeze the trigger, the shot splits the air.
Nothing is there.
It's a chilling thing to realize-- I am no longer hunting this thing, but feeding it.
The chill winter wind blows in many things, slumber, depression, and death among them. This winter, I leaned into these themes to create a dark and wintry #prompt list.
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Free to use. Please tag #Dedcember or quote post.
Prompt 8: prey
I whirl around and squeeze the trigger, the shot splits the air.
Nothing is there.
It's a chilling thing to realize-- I am no longer hunting this thing, but feeding it.
Prompt two: bones
'"Do you feel that?" I press Jessie's fingers against my jaw. She recoils when the bones crunch underneath her touch, the sound like rice in a mortar and pestle.'
Prompt two: bones
'"Do you feel that?" I press Jessie's fingers against my jaw. She recoils when the bones crunch underneath her touch, the sound like rice in a mortar and pestle.'
Prompt 9: flowers of the dead
He clutches the carefully wrapped peace lilies against his chest when he first approaches Dave's casket.
God, he hates it so much. Why do the dead deserve flowers? Weren't they more for the living, anyways?
The chill winter wind blows in many things, slumber, depression, and death among them. This winter, I leaned into these themes to create a dark and wintry #prompt list.
#ArtCommunity #Writingcommunity #horrorcommunity
Free to use. Please tag #Dedcember or quote post.
Prompt 9: flowers of the dead
He clutches the carefully wrapped peace lilies against his chest when he first approaches Dave's casket.
God, he hates it so much. Why do the dead deserve flowers? Weren't they more for the living, anyways?
Prompt 5: Oddity
'"They told me you've killed ten people." I smile at the doll's lifeless gaze, the cracks in its porcelain cheeks. "That you're cursed."
Stroking its faux locks, dark as soot, I lean in as if to tell a secret.
"Promise?"'
Prompt 5: Oddity
'"They told me you've killed ten people." I smile at the doll's lifeless gaze, the cracks in its porcelain cheeks. "That you're cursed."
Stroking its faux locks, dark as soot, I lean in as if to tell a secret.
"Promise?"'
Day 4: life & death
Title: spider & fly
'My hunger is a hollow beast, always gnawing, but as familiar as your fear.
Don't escape me. Not yet, please.
I'm so lonely and the only ones who visit never stay long. I wish they could stay;'
Day 4: life & death
Title: spider & fly
'My hunger is a hollow beast, always gnawing, but as familiar as your fear.
Don't escape me. Not yet, please.
I'm so lonely and the only ones who visit never stay long. I wish they could stay;'