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AHT 2020 Poetry
3 deviations
To Read
1 deviation
Literature
Old Sallow Lane
Sitting in fields of wind-sighing grain
ringed by vigils and thickets of trees
no sound comes creeping from old Sallow Lane.
In the village we all do as we please
and all are best pleased to follow the laws
and not one of us dare speak aloud our unease
not so near to Sallow Lane. But of course,
nothing threatens the peace of this place
Close to the Lane all futile panic withdraws
due to the price that we've paid for the grace
of the Thing down Sallow Lane. Praise Its eyes!
watching to see if you dare tread a pace,
down old Sallow Lane, where It lies.
AHT 2019 - Poetry
7 deviations
AHT 2019 - Prose
16 deviations
All Hallows Tales 2014 Photo Morgue
57 deviations
Literature
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
20 deviations
Literature
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
15 deviations
All Hallow's Tales 2013 entries
25 deviations
Literature
Caw
“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
19 deviations
Literature
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
30 deviations
Stock
7 deviations
Halloween
334 deviations
Stock Art - Halloween
66 deviations
Chromecore
173 deviations
Poetry Challenge 2011
9 deviations
The Body Electric entries
28 deviations
Literature
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
4 deviations
Drawing Day Entries 2010
11 deviations
Literature
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
38 deviations
Literature
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
Yarnraisings
5 deviations
Western Two Paths
7 deviations
Two Paths artwork
55 deviations
Gift Art
5 deviations
Elvira
59 deviations
Warbirds
43 deviations
Inspiration
106 deviations
Nunsense
42 deviations
Stampage
122 deviations
8th Birthday Random Features
6 deviations
Missing Vincent
20 deviations
Maintain the Quarantine
3 deviations
Lovecraft
12 deviations
Literature
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
7 deviations
Literature
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
57 deviations
Wallpapers and Skins
27 deviations
Avatars
5 deviations
All Hallows' Tales: Nightmarish New Beginnings
CONTEST CLOSED Look out for the results on October 31st. Step into my parlour... Welcome to the 14th annual All Hallows' Tales Contest, which I am hosting for @Memnalar this year, and I feel truly proud and honoured. I hope to make it feel as much like a 'normal' year as possible; as part of this, whenever you see the pumpkin symbol :pumpkin: it means I have copied Jay's words. This will be because I cannot word the thing any better myself, and/or there are certain traditional phrases that I feel it is right to include. (Just to be incredibly clear, any 'I' or 'me' copied over now refers to ME i.e. @ThornyEnglishRose and NOT to Jay!) As you very likely know, Jay's reason for handing over the reins this year is an unpredictable schedule at the start of a career change. By an extraordinary coincidence, I'm going through a major life change myself, having relocated to the coast (from Hertfordshire to Suffolk, if you want to know). The contest theme is, therefore, in homage to the
Journals of Magnificence
334 deviations
Art I've Commissioned
2 deviations
Literature
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
39 deviations
SUPER EXPRESSIVE BULLDOGS
7 deviations
Literature
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
AHT 2016 POETRY
10 deviations
AHT 2016 PROSE
18 deviations
Literature
Everything in between
A short comedy-horror story, now available as a Kindle eBook.
Hellhound and graveyard guardian Grimur fell asleep on the job. By the time he woke up hundreds of years later, the graves were gone and humans had developed automobiles. He had two options: check in with Beelzebub for his next assignment -- never pleasant -- or lay low for a while...
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AHT 2017 - PROSE
21 deviations
Literature
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
AHT 2017 - POETRY
9 deviations
Ursula
7 deviations
Literature
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
Yum
2 deviations
Literature
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
18 deviations
Literature
The Deathly Divorce
"The Deathly Divorce"
So be the night’s recurrent loss, a rebirth of Hallows Eve anew. Something Evil that spawned into this
Earthly realm and had oppressed heavily into a loved one, a Son. Now gone. Possession and reaped by the ending of a Life in Offering to please The Primordial Gods and Demons of the Underworld. Mourning and grief blew sorrows, twisted beneath no justice but a fire that covered hatred lost. Nothing was ever resolved yet after. No prison blood fire can hold anything beyond corridors of the deranged tortured soul where a Son’s offering lasts in an aftermath of an ending Life.
We lost him, Our only Son. The De
AHT 2018 Poetry
4 deviations
Literature
Field Trip
Stella had never been on a field trip before. Nothing fun like that ever happened at P.S. 103. Most days Stella’s school tablet sat untouched on her desk as she stared out the window, watching the usual red dust tumble over the horizon. But as she walked into class, she noticed a strange lady standing where Ms. Juno was supposed to be. This lady had a tight smile and looked funny. Not ugly or anything. Just too fancy for a Martian school in the boonies. More like a Starship Lady.
Somewhere, out there, the Starship Colonies are living it up, her mother would say during dinner. Once they find a patch of heaven, they’ll sett
Flash Forward Fiction Contest 3019
20 deviations
