Eight traditional-style flash designs of classic horror monsters, each on a sun-like red and orange backdrop, with red roses in the lower corners.

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Eight classic monster flash designs with roses

Traditional · Colour · Flash

Eight separate flash prints are laid out on a dark surface, each showing a classic horror monster character in bold outline and shading. Every print has a red and orange sunburst behind the figure, and several include red roses with green leaves. The palette is mainly warm reds, oranges and yellows, with black and grey used for the outlines and shadows.

Traditional Monster Creature Rose Sunburst Flash sheet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The travelling man left his cards with us when his lorry lost a wheel at the bottom of Coldharbour Lane. Eight of them, stiff as biscuit tins, each a monster with a red and orange sunburst at its back and a rose tucked near its shoulder. My mother pinned them along the woodshed wall where the rain could not reach the paint, and told me not to touch them.

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I touched them anyway. After supper I'd take the lamp out past the stile to where the beech wood starts and look at the Creature with his scaled hands spread over the ferns, and the Wolf Man crouched over his roses as if daring the village to come closer. The Bride's hair stood up in a red wave. The mummy's bandages had gone the colour of weak tea. The bald one in the high collar was the only one who never looked at the camera, only at the path that led down to the church.

On the Sunday the woodshed wall was bare except for the nails. I found the first card a hundred yards into the trees, face down in the bracken, its sunburst run to a puddle of orange. The Dracula card hung from the blackthorn by one corner. Frankenstein was propped against the lychgate with a stone on his chest, and the rest were scattered along the lane as if someone had been counting them out and lost track.

My father blamed the mill boys and went to bed. I did not tell him that the Creature was waiting on my own windowsill when I woke, scales wet, a fern frond caught in one claw, and that every rose on the cards I'd found had been pressed flat, petals up, the way you lay flowers on a grave.