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Home (Story Below)


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Home (Story Below)


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48069 Forest Fog Foggy Forest

AHT 2020 Prose

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48069 Forest Fog Foggy Forest

AHT 2020 Poetry

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To Read

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Do not tell me

Do not tell me ; little boy, who reads the cauldron like a man ; you're lip sinking satanic rituals behind your mother's back    i    know     you're    a witch ; don't tell me            you're a ghost                who's lonely            haunting broomsticks            and smoking dope            you're a cynical mope               who's collected his                    own shadow book ;                tried to cast a spell                to be immune to evil            will you look in the mirror                my dear, I know She was the aunt who always knew the body of all darkness when above all, the grandmother stabbed

AHT 2019 - Poetry

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Fairy's Oak

AHT 2019 - Prose

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All Hallows Tales 2014 Photo Morgue

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Ghosts Don't Tell Lies

Once upon a time, my best friend died. It was a stupid little accident, something that could have ended with a scare and a scraped elbow, but ended in an endless string of condolences. Not so much for me, for the family. I tried to support them then, but they didn't need me. I was not sure they had even needed my friend all that much. They grieved and cried a little at the funeral, and then moved on. I know they did, because I didn't. I couldn't for some time, because it just hurt too damn much, and then, I couldn't for a whole other reason. You see, my friend came back to me. Not to the family, not to Sam, who had been dating him for two we

All Hallow's Tales 2015 Entries

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Dead Ringer

When they shook hands, the first things John noticed about Gregory Treb were his fingers. “Piano-playing fingers,” his old woman would have said. They were long and lean- the kind more suited to detail work than heavy lifting. It wasn't a trait John had expected in a bellfounder. He was sure Mr. Treb would disagree with this idea- just like he disagreed with everything John had said. “That bell is a masterpiece.” The man flung his arm toward the stone chapel behind them. “You have no idea how many days went into making it. And now you're demanding a replacement?” John sighed. “As town foreman, it's

All Hallows Tales 2014 Entries

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All Hallow's Tales 2013 entries

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“Kill the heretics and their demonic creations! Chase them off into those abhorred woods they adore so much! Burn their house down to make sure they never come back!” The angry villagers’ voices echoed in Sienna’s head as she and her dad trudged through the thick layer of fallen leaves on the floor of the “abhorred woods.” She didn’t understand why the people of Salem hated magic so much. Did it scare them? Sienna was familiar with the feeling of being frightened by the unknown, mostly due to her past experiences in this forest. Too bad it was the only way she and her dad could go to elude the people

All Hallow's Tales 2012

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Black Water Slough

       Halley crouched in the shadows eyeing the cabin before her.  A full moon lit the door-less entrance, highlighting the woman where she had been flung on the floor trussed like a pig for the spit.  There was no sign of the abductor, no vehicle in evidence.  Should she go ahead or call for help?  The boss wasn't likely to be happy with her either way.       A slight noise or maybe a stir of air sent her sideways and scrambling to her feet.  She flung one arm up to deflect the swinging club aimed at her head.  She was certain she didn't know th

All Hallow's Tales 2011

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Pack Large Textures - 1807


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A Good Year For Monsters book cover illustration


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Demonic Portrait Stock (RAW+JPG)

Stock Art - Halloween

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Home (Story Below)


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Nightmare Before Christmas

Poetry Challenge 2011

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The Body Electric entries

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Bob Wakes Up

     Bob woke with one thought on his mind: He was hungry. It did not seem strange to him that he had to punch his way through two inches of wood or dig his way up through several feet of packed soil. As he gained his feet, he did not bother to brush the dirt off his clothes. Something was wiggling in his ear. He almost reached up to rid himself of the potential pest, but the smell of warm meat was carried to him on the night breeze.     Large stones jutted up from the ground around him- this was a graveyard- and Bob was careful to go around them. Still, there were some stones that hid low and caught on Bob's feet, and he found it took a lo

Vampires for Kids Challenge

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Drawing Day Entries 2010

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Contest entry Memnalar

They've never been comepletly normal, but you wouldn't think they'd be the type to keep secrets like that. I guess they don't want to be exposed of bieng what they are. Something just not HUMAN...

All Hallow's Tales 2009 entries

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I need help

If you are reading this I could really use your help comparing both pieces below.  They are two versions of the same exact opening to Chapter 1 and I'm looking for some help on which one is stronger/better.  Thanks ahead of time! Here is the original opening to Journals of the Apocalypse. July 8th, 2012: 0700 It's been seven days since it happened.  We're trapped in the middle of nowhere.  Not really sure what happened at this point other than the mushroom clouds we could see over Columbus and Cleveland.  Only thing that saved us was that we decided to go out to Amish country last weekend.  Thank GOD it's in between both cities.  Cell phon


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Battle Prayers

Western Two Paths

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With Due Regards to a Mr J K

Dear Scabmaster, We approach you on this fearsome day with news of imperative importance.  Since we, as responsible citizens, are aware of the imminent zombie threat and strive toward zombie awareness and preparedness, we cannot in good conscience ignore such a situation as this with which we are currently faced.  It is a well known fact that our society's infrastructure is tenuous at best even without the Undead Menace. That we're able to maintain even a bare modicum of free communication should be considered by every intelligent citizen as a blessing.  Under such a consideration, it is imperative that we take

Two Paths artwork

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Witcher Elene

Gift Art

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Elvira Mistress of the DarK


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Storm Angel


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Autumn Love - nun


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Sisters In Ink


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8th Birthday Random Features

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The Last Man on Earth

Missing Vincent

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ZCU ID Alternate

Maintain the Quarantine

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Shub Niggurath 1


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Bless Me Father

 “Now. Find the egg” Every year the old man said the same thing, and every year we would split up, running barefoot through the city in all directions calling to each other as we rushed gleefully to nowhere in particular. Knowing only that for this one day someone cared about us. Three hundred and sixty days out of the year the man was a cantankerous old fool one. The sort of person that had no time for the children of the streets, but there was something about Easter that changed him. For a few days he was like a kindly grandfather who fairly doted on us, bringing soup and bread for us and even taking those few that he could into

Easterween 2009

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By the Highway

The trees were all dead. No leaves, bare fingers stretched towards the sky in a twisted sort of prayer. The houses below them had no prayer – not even one coming from a tree – that could save them. They were ramshackle, they were peeling paint and broken pipes. They were forgotten glass shards embedded in a crying toddler's foot, or cold wind blasting its way through a broken window. They were everything that a house should not be, hazardous and inhospitable and ugly. They spared the families embarrassment, though, the houses. They were all the same, the same despair, the same inescapable, cavernous appearance. They were nothing to

Featured DDs

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Spirit Day Free Journal Skin

Wallpapers and Skins

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Soot ball-Free avatar


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Angels Without Wings January 2021

@Angels-And-Gangstas @Angels-And-Gangstas January 2021 Angels Without Wings Who Are Angels Without Wings? They Are Those Fellow Deviants: Who act Unselfishly and are Humble by Nature Who more or less Regularly Feature Other Deviants Who Willingly Offer Tips, Hints and Helpful Comments Who Answer a Fair Amount of the Comments They Receive Who Give Kind and/or Uplifting Words When and Where it is Needed Who Feature and Promote Projects, as well as Contests and Challenges Encourage or Otherwise Assist Deviants Who Need Support/Help Who Give Fair and Helpful Critiques (whether official or not) As Well As Doing Whatever Else is Helpful, Kind and Supportive Each Edition of Angels Without Wings will Honor Very Special Deviants with a Pair of Wings in a Feature Journal by @WDWParksGal and her Gangstas of love (in alphabetical order): @BonzaiRen @Dieffi @Felizias @MEPArtz @RTNightmare @shutterkittyy @Stygma @TheStockWarehouse @Tigles1Artistry On Hiatus: @PaMonk

Journals of Magnificence

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Art I've Commissioned

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Seven Days of Sci-Fi - DAY SIX

  You used to work there once, though I doubt you remember. They called it the Iron Sideshow. You used to be the main attraction, back before the League of Robotic Rights Movement took you. Anna Droid 2000 the Incredible Metal Girl, you were called. You brought in such big bucks that the ringmaster of the freakshow, Taundrette Alverson, played cricket with the Queen of the New Republic Russia every Saturday. Do you remember that? No? Master Alverson would even bring you to matches sometimes, to show you off to Queen Illyana.  Do you remember any of the other frea-- er, performers? Cyrill the Sassy Cyborg? Melissa the Girl Who Remembers Every

Seven Days of Sci-Fi

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I know these people


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The World's End

Where ravens feast on mortal sin, The world ends at a clifftop inn Whose greeting is a fleshless grin From pirates' gibbet at the door. This lonely structure is adorned With bodies of those men unmourned, With sign proclaiming Ye be warned, And always room enough for more. Our story, though, tells not of this, This feared, this known, this bland abyss, But rather of the promised bliss A spyglass offers to these men. For if, once fear has gripped his mind, Our pirate's hand, then eye should find The spyglass hidden just behind The rotting gibbet post, well then... Well, then he runs, or jumps, or flies, (That is to say, the fellow tries,) En


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AHT 2017 - PROSE

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The Ifrit Ruba'iyat

Graceless descendant of the Smokeless Fire, Banished as the Perpetual Liar; I now bear the fiery brand of Ifrit, Exiled afield to the woods and briar. Born of a spark from the Almighty’s seat, Yet denied of a body warm and sweet; Forever drawn to the scent of the dead, And blamed for men’s own murderous deceit. Shackled down by the Prophet’s chains of lead, Forced then to carry out bidding most dread. Compelled to follow Salomon’s order, Trespassing boundaries none dared to tread. Now slave to a power-mad tyrant hoarder, Witness to sensual and wanton disorder; Head afire with decadent fantasies Had sullied my hand


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Inside The Blizzard


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Cheesecake Recipe

CHEESECAKE SERVES: 12 Generous Slices PREPARATION AND BAKING/COOLING TIME: 2 1/2 to 3 Hours OVEN TEMPERATURE: 350° BAKING UNIT: 10" SPRINGFORM PAN ~ Grease Pan or use a Parchment Paper PREPARE CRUST AND FILLING ~ Baking Instructions:           CRUST: 1 3/4 Cup Keebler™ Graham Cracker Crumbs (or crush your own from any brand ~ or use 15 gluten-free honey-graham cookies by the brand Enjoy Life™ crushed finely ~ or two cellophane packages of Keebler™ Wheat Crackers finely crushed) 1/2 Cup Butter or Margarine Melted 1/3 Brown Sugar 1/2 Teaspoon Cinnamon Blend the ingredients together then press firmly onto the botto


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Journal Into Madness

March Third    After a bruising three hour ride in a rickety donkey cart, I have finally reached the monastery. No road builders will come with miles of this site. It also turns out, much to my lasting disappointment, that neither will electricians or plumbers. Even now, I write this journal by the light of a candle grudgingly surrendered by the head of the order. Tomorrow I will endure the ride back into town for a personal generator, comfortable bedding, and decent food. I might be living among them, but there is no reason I should be forced to endure the tasteless, meager slop they call food.    Perhaps I shall spend the day there. Eve

AHT 2018 Prose

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