THE EDGE

 

 

We have reached the edge.

Nowhere left to go.

We escaped the party.

The deadly game from hell.

 

Let’s jump into the ocean.

Swim our way to shore.

To the beach filled with tourists.

Where help can be found.

 

We can’t return to End House.

The evil house of illusions.

Filled with traps and dead bodies.

We will never return.

 

Come, take my hand.

Let’s fly off the rocks.

Soar through the air.

Like a pair of white doves.

 

Footsteps behind us.

Creatures fly above.

The time is now or never.

To take our chance.

 

THE DEAD GAME

SHAKE YOUR RAINBOW

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Wiggle.

Shake.

Whirl.

Life is good.

Nature is beautiful.

In so many ways.

With so many colors.

Purple.

Blue.

Fuchsia.

Do a little dance.

Shake your rainbow.

Light the world.

 

FOUR MEN

 

I see men

Walking

In the cold

Coming closer to my home.

Snow swirls around them.

Feet crunch on ice.

Four of them.

Why are they here?

Four men.

The window mists from my breath.

It fogs my view.

I must run.

I must hide.

Four men.

 

CHURNING

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The sea churns.

It burns with anger.

Waves of passion.

Ready to strike.

It will hit the shore.

So be prepared.

The Dead return.

For you and me.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

Book Two of THE DEAD GAME Series now available.

A SLICE OF HEAVEN

 

 

Please give me a serving

of this beautiful pie.

A slice of heaven for me

topped with a cherry.

White beaches

surrounded by fuchsia cream.

Chocolate chips floating

in a blue filling.

I dip my finger into this heaven,

ready for a taste of this feast.

READ ME A TALE

 

 

Read me a tale, grandfather,

of battles and dead bodies.

Turn the pages, grandfather,

of the book of horrors.

Tell me more stories, grandfather,

of evil armies and sadness.

I will close my eyes, grandfather,

and wish the darkness away.