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Weekly AI Prompt Challenge Week of 5/26/26

Another challenge I am participating in with the community of AI art enthusiasts I joined is a weekly prompt challenge. The resulting art is of course the final goal of the prompt written, but the sharing of the prompt, what tools were used, and what platform the art was made on are also part of the submission. Some AI artists are very close fisted about their prompts because they do not want to share their intellectual property with anyone. This challenge, by nature is inviting others to share in that creative element of trying new prompts and learning from how other artists manage to get their results from AI.

This week’s challenge asked the question, “What does a witch do when she can’t sleep?” I wanted to show a regular person tinkering with a soft, peaceful glow about her. I didn’t want her to be green or ugly or any of the stereotypical things like wearing a witch’s hat or riding a broom. She is just making tinctures and soothing her nervous system with quiet meditation.

Here are the technical aspects of this submission: Gencraft – Model: 40% Olaf’s-AutumnVeil3.0; Style: Polaroid

And this is the prompt that finally resulted in the image I liked: moonlight on a dark night shines in a window onto a cute quirky young woman with hair in a messy bun and glasses wearing pajamas mixing tinctures into small glass jars in a comfy room filled with crystals and herbs, incense, magical items, orbs, old books, shelves of knick knacks and candles, fairy lights around the ceiling and decorative accents that feel magical and inviting

Week of 5/26/26 “Insomniac Witch”

Here are two honorable mentions that did not get submitted, but turned out nice:

As You Speak, So Shall You Be

(Poem 305 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/sqqZdi

There once was a girl
who was very mean;
she pushed her brother
and refused to clean.

She did not feed the cat
and yelled at her dad;
she hit her mother
and broke things when mad.

One day she yelled
at a little old lady
who was sitting alone
in a spot that was shady.

The girl demanded
the woman give up the spot
because the sun was up
and she was very hot.

So the little old lady
gave up her prime seat,
but rather than thank her
or say something sweet,

the little girl screamed,
“You’re ugly and old!”
And the woman turned ‘round
with a look that was cold.

Her face transformed
to a monstrous sight,
and the mean little girl
was filled with fright.

“Your very own words,”
the scary witch said,
“now apply to you
until the day you are dead.”

The little girl gasped
and ran to her room
where she looked in a mirror
and was filled with doom.

No longer young looking,
her skin was lined;
she could hardly see,
as if she was going blind.

Her bones hurt,
and her joints ached;
her hair was white
and her hands quaked.

She climbed into bed
and fell into mourning.
For all naughty children,
let this be a warning.

@Home Studio – 305th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Little Old Girl photos to accompany my poem: