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 Serena Tasselli
By Mike
Border Specialist 09 crept out of the overturned truck he had been inside when the mines went off. Were he not a metahuman, the vigorous flipping of his vehicle following the explosion might have killed him. But he...
Read itinspired by the art of Eren ARIK
By Mike
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Automatons, New Romans, Auxerilians and the vast host of the other races of the Nine Realms. You see before you a digital map of our universe, but this is not just any map. This holoprojection...
Read itinspired by the art of Waclaw Wysocki
By Mike
“People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.”
Read itinspired by the art of Eren ARIK
By Mike
Dorn shuffled awkwardly on the deck as men ran all about the ship, pressing buttons and pulling levers and climbing up the mast of the ship he'd just joined up in as a cabin boy. It was amazing to see the waters pull...
Read itinspired by the art of Alexander Forssberg
By Mike
The murky pools wavered slightly as the steps of each person echoed away from the floated bridge. The fox, in his smallest of steps, sniffed the musty air and he smelled a deepness in the marrows rotting. Some great...
Read itinspired by the art of Ivan Lugomer
By Mike
Lia felt her neurons quiver and then burst. As her brain registered "I am dying," she ebbed quietly and watched the dirty canal amble onward through the various shades of brown that a millennia of pollution can...
Read itinspired by the art of Sergey Ushkov
By Mike
In the morning the snow had buffeted my temporary shelter, which I crafted from a human thimble and a half-frozen towel some child must have left in the snow. I had made significant progress towards my goal when a...
Read itinspired by the art of Kristian Llana
By Mike
He wondered perhaps
if God in heaven stoops
to paint the burlap sky; at all.
Or does the evening come
so lovely together on its own?
The way a tumble of paints
can visage themselves as a man,
a blade, or a horse,
...