Stories by Digital ArtLords. Write a headline and also your take on what's going on in the image. Submit your own flash of inspiraton to bring Digital Art to life.
inspired by the art of Eldridge Stanley Que
He has no name, not because he lacks personality. In fact, he has a given name. One that was given to him the day he was born.
But it is of no consequence. Not today, not ever.
For he is not one, but many.
inspired by the art of Johnny Morrow
The priestess of Lloth sat quietly at the temple gates of her beloved spider god. Her eyes closed, turned inwards in a deep meditation. The political crisis eating away the noble caste of Menzoberanzan, the dregs of...Read it
inspired by the art of Raul Eduardo Sanchez Osorio
A big, grey alien with several bone-like thorns all over his body.
A simple yet somehow over designed look that marks the spirit of the 90's in comics, Doomsday was the one who "killed" Superman on the iconic story...
inspired by the art of Ursula Dorada
The new team in the Ultimate Combat League to make the rounds was the 'Azte Wrecking Crew'.
What brought them to the attention of the mainstream audience was their meteoric rise in ranks ever since they debuted and the...
inspired by the art of Julien Hauville
Once they turned the machine on, all electronic devices stopped working, All our machines had stopped firing.
We couldn't fight their war with pure infantry. Without artillery, heavy ordinance It was a slaughter Earth...
inspired by the art of Rastislav Le
It was just another evening inside the Mage University. yet another day of studying old tomes, hearing ancient Elves lecture about the posture one must have while casting fire balls of pure destruction and so on and...Read it
inspired by the art of Andy Timm
By Hunter Baugh
It's not every day you, shit. How are people supposed to know that I'm narrating here? Or that I'm swinging down a light pole a la Spiderdweeb? Or that my costume is totally...on backwards.
-hey, you. Pause and...
inspired by the art of Damian Audino
By Hunter Baugh
He looked out, emptiness and grass looming. He had trouble remembering what it was like to walk through quietness without the sounds of gunfire, or conversation. Years of proximity, sleeping always in sight of someone...Read it