Prompt: Faces of a man, woman and dark-haired teenage boy, hovering above a mountain range like a book or movie cover, and a friendly dragon in the valley below. No river.
Prompt: Fantasy, 3d, high detail, fantastic beautiful woman, hair blowing in a gust of wind, engulfed in a whirlwind of autumn leaves and beautiful butterflies. A magical crown/halo of bioluminescent blue butterflies circles just above her windblown head of supernaturally silver hair and her eyes are glowing with a green firey flair, and her dress is a fantastical green and silver. The background behind and around the mystical woman is not clear but she is shrouded in a gray fantasy mist.
Prompt: Fantasy, 3d, high detail, fantastic beautiful woman, hair blowing in a gust of wind, engulfed in a whirlwind of autumn leaves and beautiful butterflies. A magical crown/halo of bioluminescent blue butterflies circles just above her windblown head of supernaturally silver hair and her eyes are glowing with a green firey flair, and her dress is a fantastical green and silver. The background behind and around the mystical woman is not clear but she is shrouded in a fantasy mist.
Prompt: They had driven over the crest of a hill. Below them was a pond, looking almost like a river so long and winding was it. A bridge spanned it midway and from there to its lower end, where an amber-hued belt of sand hills shut it in from the dark blue gulf beyond, the water was a glory of many shifting hues - the most spiritual shadings of crocus and rose and ethereal green, with other elusive tintings for which no name has ever been found. Above the bridge the pond ran up into fringing groves of fir and mapl and lay darkly transluscent in their wavering shadows. Here and there a wild plum leaned out from the bank like a white-clad girl tiptoeing in her own reflection. From the marsh at the head of the pond came the clear, mournfully-sweet chorus of the frogs. There was a little gray house peering around a white apple orchard on a slope beyondand, although it was not yet quite dark, a light was shining from one of its windows.
Prompt: A huge cherry tree grew outside, so close that its boughs tapped against the house, and it was so thick-set with blossoms that hardly a leaf was to be seen. On both sides of the house was a big orchard, one of apple trees and one of cherry trees, also showered over with blossoms; and the grass was all sprinkled with dandelions. In the garden were lilac trees purple with flowers, and their dizzily sweet fragrance drifted up to the window on the morning wind. Below the garden a green field lush with clover sloped down to the hollow where the brook ran and where scores of white birches grew, upspring airily out of an undergrowth suggestive of delightful possiblities in ferns and mosses and woodsy things generally. Beyond it was a hill, green and feathery with spruce and fir; there was a gap in it where the gray gable end of the little house she had seen from the other side of the Lake of Shining Waters was visible. Off to the left were he big barns and beyond them, away down over green, low-sloping fields was a sparkling blue glimpse of sea. Anne's beauty-loving eyes lingered on it all, taking everything greedily in. She knelt there, lost to everything but the loveliness around her, until she was startled by a hand on her shoulder.
Prompt: Turning leaves to gold, and the sky to topaz;
Rivers to emeralds, and the stars to diamonds.
It rushes by but leaves a golden memory forever;
It leaves a remeniscence of the times we spent together.
As it turns lilacs to fine amethysts, and roses to rubies;
It turns the smell and sight of the green grass to the sweet remembrance of your hand in mine.
Like the passing of a breeze in my hair, or the rhythm of a glittering and glassy brook - it may not last forever; it is summer...
Double exposure.
Prompt: Turning leaves to gold, and the sky to topaz;
Rivers to emeralds, and the stars to diamonds.
It rushes by but leaves a golden memory forever;
It leaves a remeniscence of the times we spent together.
As it turns lilacs to fine amethysts, and roses to rubies;
It turns the smell and sight of the green grass to the sweet remembrance of your hand in mine.
Like the passing of a breeze in my hair, or the rhythm of a glittering and glassy brook - it may not last forever; it is summer...
Double exposure.
Prompt: Turning leaves to gold, and the sky to topaz;
Rivers to emeralds, and the stars to diamonds.
It rushes by but leaves a golden memory forever;
It leaves a remeniscence of the times we spent together.
As it turns lilacs to fine amethysts, and roses to rubies;
It turns the smell and sight of the green grass to the sweet remembrance of your hand in mine.
Like the passing of a breeze in my hair, or the rhythm of a glittering and glassy brook - it may not last forever; it is summer...
Double exposure.
Prompt: A young, shy-looking blonde, renaissance princess with long blonde hair, sitting at a beautiful, long wooden table filled with foods and you can see the back and darkźhaired head of a young king sitting at the end of the table but you cannot see the king's face. The princess is of fair complexion, her goreous long fair hair is falling in waves down her shoulders but with part of it braided around her head. Her shy, enchanting eyes are a magical sparkling blue, and you can just see the top breast area of her beautiful pink lace dress. She is talking to the young king whose face we cannot see.
Prompt: A young, 19-year-old, shy-looking blonde, renaissance princess with long blonde hair, sitting at a beautiful, long wooden table filled with foods and you can see the back and darkźhaired head of a young king sitting at the end of the table but you cannot see the king's face. The princess is of fair complexion, her goreous long fair hair is falling in waves down her shoulders but with part of it braided around her head. Her shy, enchanting eyes are a magical sparkling blue, and you can just see the top breast area of her beautiful pink lace dress. She is talking to the young king whose face we cannot see.
Prompt: A young, shy-looking blonde, renaissance princess with long blonde hair, sitting at a beautiful, long wooden table filled with foods and you can see the back and darkźhaired head of a young king sitting at the end of the table but you cannot see the king's face. The princess is of fair complexion, her goreous long fair hair is falling in waves down her shoulders but with part of it braided around her head. Her shy, enchanting eyes are a magical sparkling blue, and you can just see the top breast area of her beautiful pink lace dress. She is talking to the young king whose face we cannot see. There os no one else at the table.
Prompt: A young, shy-looking blonde, renaissance princess with long blonde hair, sitting at a beautiful, long wooden table filled with foods and you can see the back and darkźhaired head of a young king sitting at the end of the table but you cannot see the king's face. The princess is of fair complexion, her goreous long fair hair is falling in waves down her shoulders but with part of it braided around her head. Her shy, enchanting eyes are a magical sparkling blue, and you can just see the top breast area of her beautiful pink lace dress. She is talking to the young king whose face we cannot see.
Prompt: Turning leaves to gold, and the sky to topaz;
Rivers to emeralds, and the stars to diamonds.
It rushes by but leaves a golden memory forever;
It leaves a remeniscence of the times we spent together.
As it turns lilacs to fine amethysts, and roses to rubies;
It turns the smell and sight of the green grass to the sweet remembrance of your hand in mine.
Like the passing of a breeze in my hair, or the rhythm of a glittering and glassy brook - it may not last forever; it is summer...
Prompt: I thank God for the sunshine, for the golden rays on the trees;
I thank God for the blue sky, for the joy that it brings to me.
I thank God for the green grass, for the blossoming flowers in the spring;
I thank God for the hope of a summer with friends, for the wonderful times that it shall bring.
Prompt: A beautiful, 19 year old, shy-looking medievel princess, with long blonde hair, wearing a gorgeous long pink and green dress, stands uncertainly in the large double doorway of an ancient royal dining room, with a handmaiden on each side of her, slightly behind her. Some of her lushous blonde hair is braided elegantly, making a crown around the top of her head, and a veil hangs daintily from the back of her head to the floor.
Prompt: A young, dark-haired king, sits in a large ornately-carved wooden chair with his back to us, at one end of a long dining table, piled high with all manner of delicious and exotic foods.
Prompt: The young, dark-haired king, Shumiel Dan, turned away from the floor-to-ceiling window of his sunlit, royal bedchamber and addressed the male servant who was about his own 18 years and tall, who stod respectfully in the ornate wooden doorway if the room.
Prompt: An 18 year old king with dark, shoulder-length hair, brown eyes and simple morning attire stands in front of a floor-to-ceiling glass window as the earlier morning sunlight pours majesticly into his royal bedchamber, gazing absent-mindedly down upon the extravagant garden and coblestone paths below.
One Ring to Rule them all One Ring to find them...
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Prompt: Frodo, a handsome young hobbit with curly black hair, stands in the darkness wearing his gray elven cloak, glaring at us and holding out one hand, palm up, and presenting the ring of power in his palm
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Wanna-be author. I hope to open up new, bright, loving worlds inside of people. And I want people to see Jesus in me.
P.S. I would appreciate it if you let me know when you use one of my prompts. I have no problem with them being used, I am just interested to see your results. No pressure. Cheers! And have a blessed day!
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AI saves me from having to prove what a terrible artist I really am. But thanks for liking some of things AI gives me!
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