Happy National Donut Day from the Davis Graveyard
Harold the Gravedigger squinted through the pre-dawn mist. A low, guttural groan echoed through the Davis Graveyard, sending a shiver down his spine. Not the usual mournful sighs of the restless dead, no. This was a sound more…sugary. More…sprinkled. Harold gripped his shovel tighter. The rumors had begun a week ago – whispers of a giant, sentient donut rolling through the cemetery at night, leaving a trail of sticky frosting and disembodied sprinkles in its wake. Tonight, he'd finally catch the culprit red-handed (or, should he say, red-glazed?). As the groan grew louder, a monstrous shape lumbered out of the fog. It was a donut, alright, but colossal. Its glazed surface shimmered under the moonlight, studded with malevolent chocolate chips and a single, menacing gumball eye. A chorus of disembodied moans rose from the disturbed graves as the donut flattened several headstones with an indifferent squish. Harold, adrenaline coursing through him, charged. "Hey, sprinkle-brained...
Very cool. Is that humongous monument a family memorial or a military monument?
ReplyDeleteThat is a family memorial. (no way to get inside, just a monument.) A lot of the graves around it were all the same name.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Oh man, so much inspiration. The textures and color differentiations are really getting me. If I were to paint some of them that way I would think they looked fake, and yet here they are in all their glory. I could spend this next build season just trying to recreate feelings this tangible. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful pics and scenery!
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