Ignite your imagination! Create your own apocalyptic visions with our free AI image generator.


Created a year ago · 5 comments· 0 likes
Flux
(Continues in Comments)
John Sullivan stood by the fogged window, his cigar casting a slow-burning ember of orange into the dim light of the room. Outside, New York City groaned with the weight of its own ambition. A mist clung to the streets, wrapping around carriages and streetlamps like the ghosts of men who’d been buried too soon. He took another drag, filling the room with the acrid scent of tobacco and power, his eyes narrowing as he watched a shadow move in the alley below.
“Too quiet tonight,” he muttered, more to the smoke than to anyone in the room.
A contemplative Irish-American man sits in a smoky study. The room features dark wood, leather books, and a warm lamp. The scene is rendered with a cinematic, film-grain aesthetic.
Created by JellyDonut on Sep 10, 2024 using the Flux AI image generator model.
Join the conversation
From the corner, a younger man stepped forward, slick with the kind of nervous energy that made Sullivan’s skin itch. Patrick O’Leary. Fresh-faced. Eager. Too green.
“They’re sayin’ Doyle’s boys are makin’ moves, boss,” Patrick said, his voice tight. “Word’s they’re lookin’ to claim the docks.”
Sullivan turned, his mouth pulling into a slow, dangerous smile, the cigar still smoldering between his fingers. “Is that so?”
Patrick swallowed hard, glancing toward the floor. “Y-yes, sir. We… we could send a message, you know, just to remind them who owns that part of the city.”
The air in the room shifted as Sullivan stepped forward, his boots heavy on the worn wooden floor. His presence was like a cold blade against the skin, sharp and inevitable. He placed a hand on Patrick’s shoulder—firm, but not yet crushing.
Cinematic
Medium
1:1
Short
50%

Wow, I'm impressed! I could imagine this like the beginning of a movie scene, the wording is great. Keep it up- you have me eager for more! And I'm following 😁🩵