THEY DO EXIST

Of course they do.

Who else keeps you up at night?

Who haunts you in your nightmares?

Your mother-in-law?

No.

It’s The Dead.

They walk the streets of Oasis.

They take their victims with stealth and finesse.

Find them in The Dead Game.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

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HIS PLACE

The sun begins to set.

There are scurrying sounds

as the animals prepare for the night.

But the old elephant stands in his place.

He doesn’t need to move.

He has everything he needs

right in front of him.

He keeps a watchful eye

on the other animals.

But he stands in his place.

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 201

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Linda was locked in a passionate embrace with Todd. But Todd’s mind seemed to be on other things again.

     Todd groaned in response, his playful tongue reversing direction, picking up speed until it reached her mouth once again. Then he descended upon her with his mouth; his warm mouth, which was molding itself to hers. His whole body was molding itself to hers, until she felt as one with him. She was falling…falling into his embrace….

     Right in the middle of their passionate embrace, Todd abruptly lifted his head to look down at her. “Are you sure that you wouldn’t rather be with a strong vampire like Hayden or a dashing vampire leader like Reece?” He was searching her eyes for her reaction.

     “Why would you think that I would be interested in either of them?” Linda asked. She felt lost without his touch, without his lips pressing down on hers, seeking entrance to her body. Why had he stopped kissing her? How could he turn himself on and off so rapidly? Her body was still humming from his kisses…and from that tongue…

     For some unknown reason he was acting insecure, but he was never unsure of himself. Maybe he just didn’t trust her after witnessing the passionate scene between her and Wolf. Or even worse, maybe he wasn’t as lost in their passion as she had been?

     Determined to change the subject, she asked, “Do you have any family? I have a large family with many cousins. I have two older brothers, who have always insisted on looking out for me. But do human vampires have families?” She was beginning to ramble on, so she stopped talking.

     He grinned down at her. “Of course I have a family. My father, who is a vampire, fell in love with a human and therefore, had chosen to join the experiment. The same thing had happened to Sam, Gregg, Judy, and Ryan.”

     “Do you have brothers and sisters?”

     “I don’t, but I have many vampire and human cousins.”

     “That should make for some interesting family gatherings. What about the older human vampires in town—who are now all dead?” She suddenly felt bereft without them.

     “Shirley, Hank, Minnie, and Frank were the original human vampires. They were created over forty years before our group. They never had children. Minnie and Frank were much older than they appeared. Human vampires don’t look their age, and live much longer than humans.”

     “You will age slowly while I grow old ungracefully,” she said.

     “You will never age ungracefully.”

LIFE IS SHORT

Life is short.

We are born.

Then we die.

What we do in between

is what’s important.

We determine which way

life swings for us.

Are we good?

Are we bad?

A path we alone can determine.

We keep swinging our chains

until our time is over.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

STAND TALL

Don’t step on the cracks.

We’ve been warned since birth.

What will happen?

Will we break our mother’s back?

That won’t happen.

But we don’t want to fall

between the cracks in life.

We don’t want to be lost

in the sea of humanity.

We want to be noticed.

Noticed in our own right.

For what we believe in.

For what we do.

So don’t fall between the cracks.

Hold your head up high.

Stand straight.

Stand tall.

MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS

e-e-r-i-n-e-s-s:

Nosferatu (1922)

When the clock chimes 12:00

midnight in the glass house,

time will stand still.

The music will stop.

Dancers will freeze in place.

All will be quiet,

waiting for the last chime.

After the twelfth bong,

time will be released from its trance.

The dancing and music will resume.

No time is lost.

Nothing is gained.

The Dead have assumed control.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.

Laden with moisture.

Clouds roll in.

The sky grows darker.

Then you hear the first drops.

The water pounding on the roof

in a staccato melody of its own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

The rain washes our streets

and clears our minds.

Preparing us for a new day.