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Painting

Oil, acrylic, watercolor, and digital painting

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Wolverine: Rust and Ruin

The night smelled like iron and wet ash. Logan stood in the alley behind a burned-out tenement, rain dripping off his jacket, pooling around his bo...

WINDIGOkid

October 02, 2025

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Strange & Necessary

Strange & Necessary is a deep dive into the gothic literature, film and folklore. It’s for the too-beautiful, the too-strange, the too-questioning creatures  that unsettle the world simply by existing. Here I unravel history, film, and folklore while weaving in the threads of my own book. This is a candlelit diary of orphans, sin-eaters, poisons, crows, and heroines who reveal society’s hypocrisy and remind us that difference is not only strange, but necessary.

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Whiskey Suns and Asphalt Dreams

I was an unlicensed weather system when the sun crawled over Las Vegas like a jaundiced tick, and the air tasted like burned coins and motel chlor...

WINDIGOkid

September 24, 2025

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The Echo Room

Evelyn arrived at the research facility long after midnight, her breath crystallizing in the air. The place was a concrete labyrinth — no windows, ...

WINDIGOkid

September 24, 2025

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Chronically Indigigoth posted about 1 month ago
I love writing - poetry, stories, just thoughts. I love every type of art and creativity. Recently I been struggling with a chronic illness and it makes it hard but I’m also more creative than ever. Anyways just thinking and tryna post today. Hope yall had an amazing day 🖤🖤🪶

Ashes of the Fleet

The fleet had broken in the sky. Fire still rained in streaks, burning trails across the night like the heavens themselves were bleeding. Of the t...

WINDIGOkid

August 25, 2025

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Shards of Faith

The Metropolis skyline burned orange in the late afternoon. Traffic hummed, the air thick with exhaust, when the sirens split the streets open. Su...

WINDIGOkid

August 25, 2025

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Ashwood: The Marrow Hunt

The Ashwood was never quiet anymore. The trees whispered with the dry rasp of infected lungs, the ground crawled with the stink of rot, and the win...

WINDIGOkid

August 17, 2025

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Red Sky at Dawn

The sky bled crimson over the ravaged lands of Yomi-no-Kuni, a parallel realm twisted by ancient wrath and the sins of gods. The trees here grew wi...

WINDIGOkid

July 20, 2025

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Clinic 88

The sky over Zone 4 is the color of dried blood. Plastic bags drift like ghosts over the burnt-out cityscape. A mother named Eris Rell, terminally ...

WINDIGOkid

July 17, 2025

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1917 : Weapon X

The war had already gone on too long. The fields were no longer green but churned with red, soaked in mud and sinew, veined with trenches like open...

WINDIGOkid

July 06, 2025

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Is everybody happy I am the god who created this cartoon

I’ve decided I’m going to attempt to read Thus Spoke Zarathustra. And I say “attempt” because that’s what it feels like... like I’m gearing up to c...

Jeff Richardson

June 18, 2025

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