Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


Cold and beautiful. Arches and spires lift your eyes to the sky; an outdoor cathedral that sends your soul soaring into the heavens. Yet as you press closer in, a quiet inner voice makes you pause. A single figure stands before the massive double doors. Something about his stance makes you wonder if he is a friend or foe. You suddenly notice the antler-like shapes rising up all around you, like defensive spikes protecting a fortress. What would a cathedral need defenses for? Then you finally notice it. High above the door hangs a white skull–at first imperceptible among the intricate designs embellishing the structure. Just what, or who, is being worshiped here, anyway? You know what they say about curiosity…is this just another beautiful structure, or in going forward do you risk having your own skull added to its adornments?

Title and Artist Unknown

Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


It is All Hallows Eve. Under the rising moon, shadows stir, taking physical form as they can only do on this one night every year. The pumpkin patch is the perfect place to gather. The perfect pumpkins have already been selected and carted away. What remains are the scarred, malformed, broken, and rotting pumpkins; perfect vessels for an unholy ceremony–the selection of the coming year’s shadow king. Surrounding him are those pledged to follow his reign as he spreads fear and chaos among the humans. They circle him, taking part in an ancient dance, disguised as Jack-o-Lanterns, scarecrows, cornstalks, and dead trees. The Shadow King rules them all.

But the farmer sees the glow, and hears the commotion coming from his field. He slowly approaches to stare down the king. He has something in his hand–what is it? Has he come to stop the shadows, or will he fall prey to them? Perhaps he has been part of the shadow world all along, and he is only his true self on Halloween night. What happens in this spooky tale is entirely up to you…

Happy Halloween!

(Title and Artist unknown)


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Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


He has been on the road for more than a week now, alone. He’d slipped out in the dark of night with his most trusted steed, his sword, and just enough food and money to get by. All else was left behind, and gladly. With his head hung low and buried in the hood of his cloak, he managed to go unrecognized long enough to get into the mountains. His steps will be harder to trace on this stony, frozen path, so long as the wind and snow continue to cover them.

Every once in a while he peers back the way he has come, just to be sure he’s not being followed. No doubt by now everyone has been alerted to his flight, but he took care of that too, strategically planting clues intended to misdirect. By the time they figure out they’re going in circles he should be well away, and anything left of his trail gone cold. If he’s careful, and wise, he just might make it to the other side.

Who is this man, and where is he going? The rest of this story is up to you...


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“Alone in the Mountains” by Daria Rashev

Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


Cold, harsh, and dangerous; this town sprang up right against the mountainside. No warning could drown out the siren’s lure of quick riches. Some have already found it…enough wealth to live like kings for generations. They are the cause of envy and inspiration, fueling the drive to keep looking, no matter how poverty-stricken, how desperate, how sickly. That melodious lure pushes men beyond reason, sometimes beyond sanity. Even broken bodies are not enough to scare away these determined seekers who dance each day on the edge of death. Somehow even those who find what they came for just keep looking for more, never quite satisfied enough to pack up and leave.

Those in the outside world call it a sickness and shake their heads. Few dare to settle in this place where strength, power, and cunning make the law, and wisdom means knowing how to watch your own back. There are no friendships here, only alliances which can be broken as quickly as they are formed. Those who dare to live in this little town don’t see the sickness, and any suffering is a small but necessary price they are more than willing to pay. As the sun rises each morning, they gaze upon the mountain’s glory and pray. Surely this will be the day they finally become like kings, and all their desires will be fulfilled. But it could also be the day the mountain decides to reclaim its treasures, crashing down its fists of snow and stone to bury them all.

“Mining Town” by Thom Tenery

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Enjoy an Excerpt from Into the Shadow Wood

Our weather-worn tents were nestled into a small clearing, like growing things that had sprung up out of the ground. There were so few of us left…so few. Remaining were the stubborn, the desperate—those who, like me, simply couldn’t let go. Something was still driving us to fight—to hope—in spite of the brutal truth that we had lost. What are we still doing here? This decision to go on is folly. Alaric’s words echoed in my mind. They rang no less true now than they had in the heart of the Shadow Wood.

Though I had escaped the confines of its borders, the Wood had not released its hold on my mind, and my nights continued to be filled with its dark torments. I slept fitfully, with a knife in my fist and my bow close at hand…just in case. The Shadow mocked my inner pain, whispering words of despair to my soul; I would never be free. Each morning I bathed in a nearby stream, scrubbing my skin nearly raw, shaving my face, and grooming my hair. No matter how vigorously I washed, I could still feel the slick residue of the Wood’s filth, and my lungs were heavy with its thick air. When I caught glimpses of my reflection in still pools, the face looking back at me seemed not my own. And it was not only my looks that startled me. At meal times, despite my best intentions, I ate like a crazed, half-starved animal. My brethren no doubt saw me as such judging by the cautious looks I caught from the corners of my eyes. So far, none of them had dared to ask about my journey into the abyss—they seemed afraid to know what could have possibly reduced me to such a state.


Book Description: Into the Shadow Wood

Once a proud member of the Sovereign’s prestigious personal guard, Einar has lost everything: his home, his Sovereign, and his purpose. Most of his closest friends have either been killed in battle or executed. His friend Nevon died trying to fulfill a dangerous oath…one that Einar disagreed with, but now feels honor-bound to take up in his stead. The quest plunges Einar into the depths of the dark and twisted Shadow Wood, testing the limits of his strength, his beliefs, and his sanity. What he finds in the Wood is far more ominous than anything he’d expected. If he’s not careful, Nevon’s fate might end up being his own.

 

Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


This small tower blends into the landscape as though it has always belonged here. But who lives inside? Someone who likes their privacy, that much is for certain. Maybe a hermit, who just wants to be left alone, or a monk who has vowed to to live a solitary life of study and prayer. It could be a wizard, who needs peace and quiet for his craft. Impoverished knight? Rogue outlaw? It’s possible that no one lives here at all, and the place is abandoned. It’s pretty overgrown, after all.

Are you bold enough to sneak up and look through the windows, or even go right up and knock on the door? Just remember there’s no help anywhere close by, so I’d be wary of going inside if I were you. 

(Title and Artist Unknown)

Fantasy Art Wednesday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Wednesday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


Beautiful, yet forlorn, this place is slowly succumbing to the ravages of time. The lonely figure walking this crumbling corridor is determined to remain its companion to the very end. It was a glorious place once, built by a wealth and power that has long ebbed away. But while this structure was new, and whole, it gave the lives of those within it meaning and purpose. This robed figure has not forgotten, even though its noble arches are now draped in vine, and the crows brazenly come and go as they please. There is writing etched deep into the stones beneath the pillars. Each word is a plea from the past; a silent but unyielding voice that demands a place in the present. The robed figure knows what they say. Do you?

Crows’ Abbey