A town full of happiness & joy
has turned sad like a broken toy.
Where once tourists frolicked in the sun,
frightened residents are on the run.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
A town full of happiness & joy
has turned sad like a broken toy.
Where once tourists frolicked in the sun,
frightened residents are on the run.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
Frozen in place.
Dripping tears for centuries.
Memories of a lifetime.
Praying for salvation.
A frown for eternity.
Will her tears sprout
a garden for The Dead?
THE DEAD GAME Series by Susanne Leist
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Spinning.
Turning.
Rotating.
Circling me.
Clouds.
Birds.
Sky.
Circling me.
I can feel the earth moving.
The trees trembling.
The grass shivering.
Circling me.
Nature takes its path,
removing the trash.
Enough humans for now.
So, take a final bow.
Let Mother Nature work to restore
the earth to what it was before.
The party at Diane’s house turns to the supernatural. It offers a medley of vampires, human vampires, and humans.
After the meeting, Todd led Linda to a quiet corner. “Please return to the dance floor with me.”
As she spun around the room with Todd, Linda searched for the other human vampires from Oasis. If they were on Todd’s side, then where were they? She wasn’t going to say anything to him about them; he had enough to worry about without her raising additional concerns. And what was a human vampire, anyway? Were they any better than regular vampires? According to Todd, human vampires were still human.
Tired of worrying about the town and its strange inhabitants, Linda said to Todd, “For just a moment I’d like to believe this evening is magical— what I’d imagined for tonight.” She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed.
They walk on silent feet
through the forest so deep.
I must keep moving my feet
without stopping to sleep.
The howling wind plays their song
of bloody deaths for us all.
They’re not for this place for long.
They wait for the town to fall.
They are surrounding me.
I can’t outrun their reach.
Somehow I must get free
and make it to the beach.
The ground is opening.
Sadly I know for whom.
I’m falling in a hole
that will soon be my tomb.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
A house dark and bleak.
I can’t even speak.
Dark shadows glare at me
Where clear windows should be.
Dare I venture inside?
I will swallow my pride
And cross the threshold
without being rash or bold.
There’s a secret party inside.
I wonder if I should run or hide.
Who’s the host of this feast,
Man or dangerous beast?
THE DEAD GAME
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where is everyone? by travisanderson
What might the future hold?
Buildings of concrete and stone.
Travel by flying cars.
Trees of green foam.
Sunlight only a reflection.
Lighted sabers for protection.
A future hard to bear,
A future all too near.
Your reflection taunts you
In shades of green and black.
Your thoughts and actions
From you and right back.
Dancing in the moonlight
can be hazardous to your health.
🌴THE DEAD GAME🌴
My warning has come true.
Stay at home.