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1. You must not insult any of the artists on the page.
2. You can send in a deviation that displays nudity, but it has to be artistic! We do not accept pornography.
3. If your deviation was not accepted, try a different folder!
4. If your deviation was not accepted, do not post rash comments. Simply contact me (Nik / crooked-clockwork) and ask for a reason.
5. If your deviation was not accepted, it's because it may seem like lazy drawing, writing, etc.
6. No mirror and/or phone camera photos! I will make an exception if it is FX makeup, sculptures, etc.
7. And, lastly, if there is a watermark over the photo that is huge, the piece will not be accepted.
This group is for artists who post dramatic and macabre deviations! Feel free to give us a watch, join, or submit some of your art!
Meet the Founder!
Hello there! I am the founder of Dreadfully Dramatic and my name is Nik. I am a photographer / writer / poet myself so you can find some of my deviations in this group here and there. Honestly, I do a lot of the submitting of deviations to the group and I approve all the submissions. The increased amount of fanart in this group is mostly my fault, so you can blame me for that.
Meet the Contributors!
Hello, I am Ilona, photographer from Ukraine Also I love to draw & soon I show something on deviantart You all know what Earth without ART its just 'eh" keep calm & try to make something cool
I am Jessica-Lorraine-Z, also known as ZombieQueen and Ziki. I create art in all mediums, however my main focus is on photography and photo-manipulation. I run two groups and help manage 8 others. I'm very active in the DeviantArt community and always respond to questions and comments. My main goal here is to express myself and enjoy the expressions of others.
Creepypasta Short: I've Done All I CanCreepypasta Short: I've Done All I Can by DaReckless
She saw me at the bar.
I opened a seat for her.
She asked me my name.
I told it to her.
She asked for my number.
I gave it her.
She wanted to date.
I've met up with her.
She wanted to marry.
I proposed to her.
She wanted a home.
I bought one for her.
She wanted a career.
I supported it for her.
She wanted a child.
I conceived one with her.
She wanted a raise.
I convinced one for her.
She wanted more money.
I got a new job for her.
She said she wasn't happy.
I bought jewels for her.
She was drowning in lust.
I had sex with her.
She said she was depressed.
I wrote songs for her.
She wanted more possessions.
I gave my paychecks to her.
She hated my appearance.
I shaved my head for her.
She despised my face.
I wore a mask for her.
She was uncomfortable around me.
I slept outside for
ModernschismWhenever I read Virginia Woolf, it happens.Modernschism by RussianTim
Hallucinated sounds, like the burning thorax
of a horsefly as it kills itself trying to reach
the center of an eco-friendly lightbulb.
Even then, I have to pretend to know
what she is saying; what anyone is saying.
“North, past the Egyptian cemetery,
the dogs went hunting.”
Who said it first: me, or her, or them?
“I remember my first period,
and a bizarre mark on the wall.”
This isn’t because I’m afraid.
This isn’t because I hate being told
what to read and how to read it.
The fly is really there, and like the fly,
I’m dying to feel some kind of warmth.
Like the fly, I’ve left something
in an irretrievable place; a glass cathedral.
pain versus pain/nothing at allpeople often believe that being heartbrokenpain versus pain/nothing at all by seraphiclungs
and having a broken heart are the same.
yesterday, i was reminded
that they are two very different things.
1:02 ami am falling asleep in the white waves:1:02 am by seraphiclungs
my heart is gulping for its own air in a drowned, drowning (dreaming) body
why aren't my eyelids working? i see when i no longer
want to see
5:31 AMi am stuck in the middle of the bed, it is 5 in the morning;5:31 AM by seraphiclungs
the dead birds are singing to me, (again)
superficial and smooth, glassy like the sea i dream in
but their metallic coos puncture my eardrums like an ax picking in a goldmine.
in the absence of rain, the air is thick and palpable, and
the burning only gets worse if you think twice about it.
Memories of WarMemories of War:
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
skyScarred and lonely I walk the earth
My feet dragging behind like some sort of leaded weight
Blood pours form wounds I had yet to sow
Questions swirled through my head like the cloud above my head, misshapen and without direction
Who are you?
Why does it hurt?
Will I ever heal?
I search for these answers; for I know they must be somewhere
Perhaps hidden in between the smooth river rocks who watch the world in a glimmering haze
A bird might have just flown away with them
My truth…hidden in between her golden beak
Sometimes I wonder if it even matters
Knowing these things
And each day I am reminded by the smallest of things like a flower blooming in the sun
Or a family walking in the park
Their truth is their purpose
To live and grow, blossom and to watch over
A smile taints my raw lips
" maybe…my purpose is to just wander...and watch…as the world passes me by…" I whisper to whomever may listen to such a wretched girl's voice
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