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Announcing my annual Black Friday/Holiday booking special ‼️

If you book with me in the next week, you get a discounted rate for any dates falling within the next two months. Take advantage of this deal as this is a rare occasion in which we could shoot horror, classical, fantasy or commercial sessions all for the same price. Pay half now and the rest on the date of your choosing.

A small free will be added for costuming, makeup or more elaborate sessions.

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“Withered Bride”

A woodsman approached the rivers edge through the thick mist of the frigid morning. He carried a dirty rucksack and an air of malice. Stopping at the waterline he sling the pack off his shoulder and rooted around within before pulling out a sharp circlet and an old leather tome. The book was bound in leather cracked and worn from many hands rubbing across its cover over the course of what only could have been eons of time. His boots sank down into the liquified mud as he bent down slowly and submerged the tips of his fingers in the flowing water. Opening the great book and scanning its pages he hummed a soft melody that eerily resonated accords the surface and through the dried birch branches. He stayed that way a long time, humming and stroking the water. At last, bubbles broke the gentle flow of water and a grey thing emerged from muck and sucked cold air into its dark, decayed lungs for the first time in many years. It was a woman, veiled in bridal style but naked otherwise. She peered down at her body, covered in ancient clay and silt from the rivers bottom. How had she awoke? Who had she been? Who was the dark figure before her? Her sinister purpose came into focus as the woodsman decorated her desiccated skull with the muddy crown. The light that existed in her eyes flickered and faded to be replaced by two small unfashionable voids. Those voids settled on the irises of the woodsman.
“I love you.” She uttered in a rasping breath.
The woods man nodded and gave a stiff grunt. He then retrieved his rucksack, turned and began stalking off through the forest. She followed, the sound of the leaves crunching and her creaking bones intermingling on the wind.

What a nice time hanging in the autumnal woods with a good friend. 😇

I’m really enjoying giving my sets a heightened dimension with prose. I’m no Faulkner but I like to stretch my linguistic skills. I never get a chance to write anything since leaving school.