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Entries in inspiration (5)

Tuesday
Apr172012

Painting Stories #17

I have no excuses, except to say..."procrastination is a helluva drug."


Warning, this image is pretty disturbing and was taken from here.

What I got (part of the WIP):

It begins with only the faint echo of the willow branches splintering in the gusts. Small leaves swirl on the wind and fall into the cave opening, still, like the creature, on the damp floor. Then, the formless figure convulses, pulses into a thin outline— bone, then muscle, blood and muck— until It stretches fingers and limbs, pumps blood, expels an awkward wheeze. Without a backward glance at the Master, or the darkened ground that was its bedrock, It traverses time, space and enters Man's dominion.

Sunday
Feb122012

Painting Stories #16


What I got:

Science birthed the flying vessels, the supremacy of ships and weapon that would maim, would kill all those who opposed him. His brothers and sisters had sent Lorelei to betray him, to steal away his power, his magics and those of all loyal to him. But, they had not considered his influence. They had not remembered his cleverness and, over time, he’d brought forth to his city, the steam engine, the canon, great machines of warfare and violence. Soon, he would have them, he would regain his strength and destroy those who had weakened him. The battle brimmed over the horizon, bubbling with the hope of destruction, but first, he would have Lorelei returned to him.

Tuesday
Nov152011

Painting Stories #13


What I got:

That night, the winds were ceaseless, cruel. Like the quick slaps of a thunderstruck wave, it hedged forward, onward until she is consumed by its power. It is relentless, like him, like his lust, his power and she can bear neither.

Picture courtesy of this place.Link

Wednesday
Sep142011

Painting Stories #11


What I got:
It was here, in this valley, among the brambles, flowing stream and cascading play of light and dark, where her spirit sprung so high, so present, that she knew she could almost touch the face of God.

Monday
Aug292011

Painting Stories #10

What I got:

It was a chrysalis of light and sound, woven together by the brush of energy she felt. The centrifugal force of magic lulled together so quickly that it hummed. It resonated through her fingers, electrified her skin and shown brilliant and burning in her chest.