Sargsyan, the black crow, perched on a gnarled branch, fixed his obsidian gaze on 9-year-old Eddie Hodgson. His coal-black feathers ruffled, and his caw carried an unsettling message, sending shivers down Eddie’s spine. It was an encounter that left young Eddie with haunting memories of that peculiar crow. Wesleyville Collection Paintings
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Pumpkin Harvest
As the harvest moon hung low in the autumn sky, Clyde Watkins, a proud farmer, gathered the final pumpkins from his farm. With a satisfied smile, he knew his pumpkins would bring smiles to children’s faces on Halloween, a testament to his hard work and dedication. Wesleyville Collection Paintings
Bentley Hart – Rabbit Oil Painting
Twilight was coming to the glen. The fireflies had just started their nightly adventures while Bentley hopped home. He was out later than he should have been because he had found an enchanted waterfall tucked away in a copse of trees. He had been foraging when he ventured a little further than he had ever gone before. The view was enchanting, the rushing currents, the water flowing over craggy rocks into a crystal clear basin below.
Nocturnal Adventures
Xavier Cuddlestone’s emerald eyes transformed into fiery orange orbs as the Halloween moon bathed him in its eerie light from the shadows. His feline silhouette took on an enchanting, spectral aura, marking him as the true spirit of the spooky season, ready for nocturnal adventures. Wesleyville Collection Paintings
Theodore O’Quinn
Meredith walked through the gardens like she and Grandma Em always did on Sunday afternoons. The ritual was never missed. She remembered when they first started the tradition. The sun high in the sky, illuminating all the colors of the garden blooms and the smell of the flowers mingled together carried on the early summer breeze. Meredith reached over and ran her fingers through the flowers letting the petals tickle her hand. As she watched the blooms sway, she caught a glimpse of a hummingbird floating in, wings beating, poking about in the bee balm. As it flitted from flower to flower, she felt that Grandma Em, gone just months before, would always be with her on her Sunday walks.