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BLACK XMAS

Terror for little girls and boys. We're sprinkling with darkness this holiday season.

Featured Work

Wishing you a Merry Scary Christmas by Adara Rosalie

Just like the GRIM BROTHERS and their fairy tales, is it possible the Frosty the Snowman was not always so sweet? Mixing Halloween and Christmas together. I wish all of you out there a MERRY CHRISTMAS!! RB Rocks! Would you like to see a Christmas shirt of this character?
Happy Holidays by Digital Jelly

Season’s Greeting – Chow Down! / Speaking of seasoning…pass the salt.
Writing

Inside the true Santa's Grotto…A creepy poem about Santa’s Grotto

Another Christmas chill about Santa’s Grotto isn’t what it seems
Writing

The Christmas Eve Nightmare…An evil santa!!!!

A poem about a very creepy Christmas Eve
Winter Landscape...A Weekend in the Country by Janis Zroback

By the time we got to Little Milton, the weather had changed…whose idea was it any way to go down on this weekend of all weekends….after all it was Christmas…Pamela had extended the invitation weeks ago, and none of us were keen on the idea then…a remote place…a house no one had seen, or heard of…Wren House?...the name conjured up nothing but a sense of moulding age…on Friday someone, maybe Tom, who was always bored and looking for excitement, made what seemed now to be an idiotic suggestion, that we should all drive down and visit old Pam…the day started out fine and we were in great spirits…even the ancient Rover seemed in good form as we rolled out of the city…it was just after dawn so there was no traffic, but by mid afternoon the wind changed, and it became very noticeable that there was no heat in the car…after the mornings hilarity, silence grew till it was almost palpable…even Dahlia’s feeble attempts to continue telling jokes fell flat….the sky grew much darker, and flurries of snow mixed with rain battered the windshield….Mark’s driving, erratic even in good weather, became downright dangerous on the treacherous roads over the downs…suddenly the old faithful car seemed to make a last gasp for breath and then died….peering out at the unfamiliar landscape we knew the worst… we had now lost our way...Janis (fiction..A Weekend in the Country) Watercolour on Clayboard..part of the Winter Landscape Collection, which is now featured on my art pages...HERE / And HERE / Effet De Neige
Dont Drink an Drive by LoneAngel

Its that time of year that we all take a few drinks… / Its fun and good cheer… / But remember dont drink an drive… / Because if you do… / I will be waiting for you… / So go on make my day… featured in the group / BLACK XMAS / THE TORCH
Snowy by Fire Marie

More from this set: / Godfrey /
don't forget me... by Adam Stone

2008. Age 21. Merry Christmas everyone! The boy here holds tightly onto his stocking, hoping and wishing to be remembered by Santa. Every year he is forgotten, every Christmas he wakes to an empty stocking… But every year he places it at the end of his bed regardless, for the hope that there is some magic in this world is his greatest gift
The Darkened Yule: Samantha Angelica Sylth by Vestque

The result of listening to a ton of Christmas songs and watching “Sweeney Todd” last night, lol. Yay.
frosty's demise... by kangarookid

frosty’s demise… trying for an animated feel…

Recent Work

Winter Landscape...The Bothy by Janis Zroback

“The Bothy” continues the story of four friends who set out for a Christmas weekend in the country..the first three chapters can be read by clicking on the links on the images seen below We were shattered….ahead nothing but impregnable darkness..behind us just a faint glimmer from the snow that covered the fields and hills that surrounded us on all sides…with Dahlia getting more burdensome by the minute, we decided to press on in the direction where I thought I saw the light…the snow fell harder…the sled that we loaded with our things dragged heavily behind me..my suggestion that we should leave it behind was quickly vetoed and in light of what happened later, I was glad we brought it along…the wind was relentless…biting, stinging wet particles of rain mixed with snow assaulted us from all sides, as we continued our slow march to ….where?...where we going?...we had no idea but felt an imperative need to keep moving…by this time Dahlia had fallen asleep…a great improvement, as she was now silent, but though she was a slight creature, Mark and Tom were becoming increasingly weary with the weight of her… / Then I saw it again…”There”…I cried, pointing to the sky, and this time the others saw it too…a faint light in the distance, hovering just ahead of us…this encouraging sight spurred us on, and turning the torch on and off in an effort to avoid Dahlia’s fate, we moved through the deepening twilight…one more corner and we saw it…a bothy…partially buried in snow, at the end of lane, and up an incline…The Ritz hotel would not have been more welcome than this little hut, left on purpose it seemed for stranded travellers like us…the door unlocked, we went in, placed Dahlia on some straw in a corner and looked about us for any amenities the bothy might provide…what luck!! there were two candles on a ledge and a few tins of food…we made ourselves as comfortable as possible to wait out the night, shutting the door tightly against the increasing wind which buffeted the building…we fell asleep instantly….much later, the wind seemed to die down… awakened by a slight sound I rose up and in the gloomy murkiness of the room I saw a shadow standing in the open door... For those unacquainted with the term, a bothy is a basic shelter, usually left unlocked and available for anyone to use free of charge. It was also a term for basic accommodation, usually for gardeners or other workers on an estate. Bothies are to be found in remote, mountainous areas of Scotland, northern England and Wales. They are particularly common in the Scottish Highlands.wiki. Watercolour on Saunders Not Paper / The Grove / Lost / A Weekend in the Country
Another Christmas by artistmind

pencils on paper / myspace.com/Artistmind come join me and my brilliant art friends,and show off your work. Xo, Sylvia
Ruined Decoration by frogster

For the upcoming holidays. Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2007, Larry Fridel. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
'Have a Very Creepy Christmas...' by Jodeetaylah

Give a card this year with a bit of difference to your normal Christmas card. Don’t be boring!
The Last One Standing Shirt by seventhfury

Remember playing King of the Hill during the winter as a child? There could only be one left standing! This shirt harkens back to the glory days and reawakens the inner child in us all. Printed on Teal by American Apparel. This shirt is a Limited Edition tee. Only 100 will be printed! Available at http://www.furyshirts.com
Frosty Gets Capped by Digital Jelly

Frosty lost bladder and bowel control during the drive by…we think Santa was behind this gruesome execution style murder. Santa has stated he would not be sharing the limelight with “Vanilla Iceman”, as he called Frosty.
Winter Landscape...The Grove by Janis Zroback

“The Grove” continues the story of four friends who set out for a Christmas weekend in the country…in the first chapter, seen HERE the friends’ day starts out joyfully, but soon deteriorates along with the weather, and they quickly become lost…in the second chapter seen HERE they decide to walk to their destination, but without any idea how to get there... Watercolour on Saunders Not Paper Look” I cried, but my cry fell on deaf ears…Dahlia, who had still been sobbing that we should stay with the car, terrified that she would fall, stumbled and actually fell, and before we knew it slid rapidly into one of the ditches that hidden by snow, lined the roadway…how to get her out without their falling on the treacherous ice, elicited a heated argument between Tom and Mark, Dahlia screaming and thrashing about all the while…finally by Tom yelling that “the more she moved the deeper she sank”, Dahlia got the message and the two men by lying prone on the icy lane, managed to drag her out dripping wet, but… without the boots…it was quickly apparent we would never get them back…no one could possibly reach down to try and find them…we dried her off as best we could, wrapped her in one of the blankets we had luckily brought with us and the two men elected to carry her in turn on their backs…that meant our progress was slower than ever…worse yet, the only torch we had was now flickering badly…to save the battery I turned it off, hoping that we would be guided by the light of the waning moon…... / Suddenly I remembered what I had seen…I turned back excitedly…”Look there”...I pointed to a spot ahead of us…I had seen what looked like a small sheltered grove, but what had really astonished me was the light…blazing brilliant light pouring down through the trees as if from the skies…”Look where? asked Tom…”There” I replied…then stopped silent…my hand dropped to my side…the light had gone…there was nothing there….only impenetrable darkness stared back at us... / Lost / A Weekend in the Country
Happy Holidays by Digital Jelly

Season’s Greeting – Chow Down! / Speaking of seasoning…pass the salt.
Eat,Drink and Be Merry by Danielle Reck

My festive Christmas Skull, something a bit different for the holiday season!

About This Group

Hi and welcome to the Black Christmas group.

We weaving the spider’s web around the black Christmas tree to catch up holiday wishes…

➪ This group is open for any alternative / dark / gothic / horror / nighmarish / creepy Christmas related art (created with any medium) & writing.
Please upload only your best work so we can keep the quality high.