A photo series tribute to Ray Bradbury's classic tale.
Chapter 5: Hackles Nibley
“Mr. Moundshroud, is that you!” cried Tom.
“Mr. Moundshroud, is that you!” cried Tom.
For towering forty feet above them in the sky, an immense scythe in his hands, was this cowled figure, its face in midnight fogs.
The blade swung down: hisssssss!
“Mr. Moundshroud, let us be!”
“Mr. Moundshroud, let us be!”
“Shut up.” Someone knocked Toms elbow. Mr. Moundshroud lay on the earth beside him. “That’s not me. That’s—”
“Samhain!” cried the voice in the fog. “God of the Dead! I harvest thus, and so!”
Sssss-whoooshhhh!
“All those who died this year are here! And for their sins, this night, are turned to beasts!”
Sssssswooommmmmmm!
Sssss-whoooshhhh!
“All those who died this year are here! And for their sins, this night, are turned to beasts!”
Sssssswooommmmmmm!
“Please,” whimpered Ralph-the-Mummy.
“Sssssssttttt! The scythe zippered Hackles Nibley’s spine, ripping his costume in a long tear, knocking his own small scythe free of his hands.
“Beasts!”
And the harvest wheat, flailed up, spun round on the wind, shrieking its souls, all those who had died in the past twelve months, rained to earth.
6 comments:
That shot is an absolute stunner, and wonderful in both concept and execution!
THANK YOU! We are really proud of this one!
Another great photo!
That photo is awesome! Is that a real cemetery in the background, or did you create it? That costume is very cool.
We brought those tombstones for the photo shoot. So glad you like this one!
Thank you!!!
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