highlights from across the year

Needs little introduction … the Godfather of Grim 😍 …

Pit Road at Night by Norman Stansfield Cornish (1919–2014)

38 383

highlights from across the year

Shift End by John Wood (b.1956)

66 692

highlights from across the year

🚢Good crop of boats and shipyards etc. across the year, this was particularly popular …

Night Shift Yardmen by Colin H. Davidson (b.1961)

67 674

Many thanks for your votes 😉👍

Top 20 🎖

17. Ian R. Pearsall: The Paradise
18. William G. Bell: A Stroll on the Pier
19. Laura Sylvia Gosse: Industrial Skyline at Night
20. Marc Gooderham: Time for Tea

17 133

Leader Board
17.Ian R. Pearsall: The Paradise
18.William G. Bell: A Stroll on the Pier
19.Laura Sylvia Gosse: Industrial Skyline at Night
20. David Mullholland: Waiting

Cut & paste above to search & vote for artists:
Like = 1pt, RT +2pts

20 88

Some selected artists from this year

Ian R. Pearsall b. Salisbury, Rhodesia, 1967 see:

‘The Paradise (on Paradise Street, Tunstall)'

33 198

Some selected artists from this year

Laura Sylvia Gosse b. London 1881 – 1968, ‘Industrial Skyline at Night’

26 176

Some selected artists from this year

David Mulholland b. South Bank near Middlesbrough 1946, ‘Waiting’.

21 177

A shop of oddities.
Been to the city many times before.
Never during the Devil's Hour.
To for my own good.
There was a
Was compelled to ask.
So, a question I asked
A question about my death.
Now, my soul powers the shop of oddities.

0 8

I hired a
Forbidden Research.
A hunt for immortality.
I could taste success.
This rot within me would not win.
The bodies held the key.
I bathed in the blood.
The search for the soul.
I didn't have one.
I could not die.
This rot could not damn me.

0 1

My blade is as sharp as a diamond as it slices through sternum of the
I open the ribs & pull out the heart.
My mouth waters.
Fresh may be best.
Fresh also gets a silver bullet through MY chest.
I get my hearts.
I live my life.
The Werewolf of Strife.

0 2

I drew the upon the once hallowed ground; long since been burned black by sin.
It sat at a crossroads.
I knew the cost.
The demon came.
A life for a life.
A soul for a soul.
I made my deal.
Sealed w/ a Kiss.
My body rots upon this damned ground.
Forevermore.

0 4

Under keen observation, the gruesome stew appeared to be a mixture of impaled limbs, sigil-branded skin that'd been rolled like my favourite cakes, & curious objects that screamed like bored cave ghosts. It tasted lifeless as its ingredients. 1

4 61

Day 1 ~ Illusion(ist)

♦️
"The Remarkable Lester Black"

3 9

October 15th and the word for is

“But no matter how much alcohol they poured or how tall the flames rose, nothing could erase the rivers of blood she’d damned her memory to drown in.”

Read the full story by
https://t.co/Qn1S5HKCX3

0 1

She stood alone on the precipice, ignoring the necromancer. Her lover left her to die of a broken heart, now they wanted to know why she taken her life. She wanted peace. Her foot left the ledge as she whispered, "All is forgiven."



5 19

Witchcraft is dirty~grave dirt&bones. The caricature of witches is worst part. I've never had a wart on my nose, nor my sisters. We’re wicked when we dress up, flaunt sweet youth & beauty. Confounds the hell out of witchhunters. Join our coven?


3 15