splendiferoushoneyby Martin at hipydeus


The past calls.

A past filled with parties.

Balls held at the castle.

Dancers in the moonlight.

Close your eyes.

A carriage waits for you.

You arrive at the castle.

Footmen escort you.

You ascend the staircase,

wearing your new ball gown.

A man leads you to the dance floor.

Close your eyes.

Yes, it is a dream.

Keep your eyes closed,

and sway to the music.


A party not to be missed.
A masquerade ball for the elite.
A secret party for the rich and famous.
A time to make or break alliances.

A tall woman stares at me.
Her face hidden by a long beak.
Her hair a luscious red.
Could be real or not.

All of this could be an illusion.
Set to confuse my mind.
I won’t be side-tracked by all the beauty.
I’m here to locate the elusive host.

The first party took two of our own.
I won’t allow it a second time.
I will trust no one.
Not even that beautiful woman.

Where is Linda?
She’s supposed to be at my side.
She has joined the other residents.
Shana is standing by her side.
I will leave them be.

“Hello Todd,”
A voice murmurs in my ear.
I recognize the deep voice.
“Hello Hayden. What do you want?”
I have no time for him or Wolf.

“Wolf would like to speak with you.”
Hayden gives a hint of a smile.
“Talk with me or kill me?
I might find time later.”
I quickly walk away.

The music rocks and rumbles
In tune with the throbbing bodies.
All intent on keeping up to the beat,
Keeping abreast of each other.
A creature who loses sight of what’s important
Becomes fodder for the history books.

Hard partying and playing brings results.
New acquaintances, new alliances.
The lifeblood of the paranormal.
Keep silent, listen, and absorb.
And never fall behind.

I must speak with Wolf.
I can’t delay the inevitable.
I must know what he is planning.
I must be prepared.
I like playing the game like all the others.
I just play it better.

Linda is gone again.
She is in the garden with the two demons.
She mustn’t be alone with Wolf and Hayden,
For they have turned many a pretty head.
I can’t see them anymore.

There they are behind the rose bushes,
Behind the fountain of a mermaid shedding tears.
The garden is too quiet.
Linda is backing away in fear.
Time to intervene and put an end to the charade.

Wolf is downed by my blow.

Linda is staring at me in horror.
It must be my eyes.
They must have turned yellow during the attack.
I can’t let her think I’m a creature like the rest of them.

“Linda, don’t be afraid of me.
It’s still me.”
I walk to her.
She moves away.
I won’t rush her.

Too many things to explain to her.
Too many choices for her to make.
She needs time.
And she needs to trust me.
Time will tell all.

Now I must deal with Wolf and Hayden
To the death if I must.
They need to be destroyed.
The last battle to the death.

The Last Game To Be Played.




Life in a ball.
A tiny capsule of life.
Where we may fall.
And then rise again from strife.

Life can be short.
It can easily stop.
It may be sport
To some of us or not.

Take advantage of it.
Ride the choppy wave.
Live life to the fullest.
And be worthy of a save. 

The bouncing ball could be yours.
Take hold of the ride.
It departs on many tours.
Take care not to hide.


A masquerade ball.
One of my favorite events.
Hidden behind disguises,
people reveal more.
More than they should.
They will dance and drink the night away.
Swaying to the music.
Bodies relaxing.
Tongues loosening. be a fly on the wall.

I will wear my mask and heels.
A long silky dress.
A smile on my face.
I’m ready for adventure.
Who shall I pick?

The man surrounded by beauties.
The man sitting sullenly by the bar.
Or the man observing everyone
from a distance.
I choose him.

He’s looking over at me.
Is that a wink for me beneath his mask?
He is tall, dark, and handsome.
My perfect type.
Who is he?
I don’t care.
He’s all mine for this evening.




Take me to the ball.
In the round, glass house.
A green ball of lights.
Lit up from within.

Take me to the ball.
I want to dance.
All night long.
Until the sun rises.

Take me to the ball.
Where there’s laughter.
And dancing.

Take me to the ball.
I come alone.
But I will leave with a partner.
My dancing partner.

Take me to the ball.
A ball given by one of the dark ones.
The walkers of the night.
The givers and takers of life.

Take me to the ball.
And I’ll search out The Dead.
They will walk no more.
And our town will be safe once more.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist




Winter Beauty

Excerpt from THE DEAD GAME

Chapter 22

Their car neared the house. A stunning sight unfolded before their eyes. Encased in a tight circle of trees, shimmering from the lights strung through their heavy branches, the glass house sparkled against the dark night sky: a huge glass ball shooting green sparks of light from within its rounded walls. Its great dome twinkled as radiantly as the multitude of stars shining down from above.

      Todd left the car with the valet and led the way up the marble stairs to the rounded front door. Two armed men, dressed in tuxedos, guarded the door, their holstered guns only slightly marring the fantasy image running through Linda’s vivid imagination: for as soon as she turned away to admire the scenery, she was once again in fantasyland.

     The panorama facing her was doused in white. Gleaming white snow caps covered the tops of the tall trees and the great dome of the house. Snow was falling on them from somewhere. She could feel snowflakes melting on her lips. They felt wet, like real snowflakes. She touched her face and hair. Her hand came away wet. She had snow on her fingertips. She searched the grounds for a snow machine, but couldn’t locate anything—not on the glass domed roof or in any of the trees. She couldn’t believe that genuine snow was falling on them from the dark sky. The landscape resembled a winter wonderland despite it being fall in Florida.

     Todd placed his hand against her back to escort her into the house. The others followed them into the glowing green ball that was alive with dazzling lights, music, and laughter.

     Once inside, Linda was mesmerized by the glittering glass walls that mirrored the dancing images of the guests twirling around the marble dance floor. These images were cast in bright halos of light reflected from the myriad of crystal chandeliers hanging throughout the room.

     Soft candlelight from mounted crystal sconces flickered across the intricate patterns carved into the green walls. It was the most beautiful and fascinating house that she had ever seen. She glanced back and watched Shana’s mouth drop open. She was certain that Shana would agree that the house appeared simply magical.

     Couples were swirling around the immense dance floor. They were dancing in a large studio between Diane’s life-sized statues. Each sculpture was carved from clear glass: each one revealing a full-sized person. Linda found them to be too lifelike. She stood next to one and stared into it frozen face. She was startled by a fleeting expression of horror that seemed to cross over its features; as if a real person was trapped inside, staring out at her from within his glass tomb. Then the look was gone and the statue appeared lifeless once again.





splendiferoushoney: by Martin at hipydeus

The past calls to you.

A past filled with balls and dancing.

Balls held at castles.

Dancing in the moonlight.

Close your eyes.

A carriage awaits you

to carry you to the ball.

A castle lit up by candles.

Footmen escort you.

Your name is trumpeted .

You glide down the staircase

in your new ball gown.

The music begins to play.

A handsome man walks over

with an extended hand.

He leads you onto the dance floor.

You dance and sway

to the beautiful music.

You close your eyes.

Yes it is a dream,

but keep your eyes closed

and dream on.


The Dilemma

What do you think is going through the dogs’ minds?  Are they too afraid to move?  Do they know that it is just a bubble?  Do they want to touch it?  Will they just stand there and wait.  I think that they will wait and see.  They will keep waiting until the balloon  will pop in one of their faces.  And if the same thing happens next week,  they will most probably do the same thing.

What do you think is going through the dogs’ minds?

Are they too afraid to move?

Do they know that it is just a bubble?

Do they want to touch it?

Will they just stand there and wait.

I think that they will wait and see.

They will keep waiting until the balloon

pops in one of their faces.

And if the same thing happens next week,

they will most probably do the same thing.