THE HOUSE

 

 

The house sits alone.

Shutters hang broken.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

Open the door.

Climb the battered staircase.

A house ravaged by a storm.

A savage storm that hit only this house.

I hear a creak on the stairs.

A sigh from within the walls.

A cry from the basement.

They’re back.

THE DEAD GAME

I WILL SURVIVE

 

 

Icy water surrounds me.
The cold pulls me deeper.

Deeper into the unknown,
I sink.

Waves tear at me,
dragging me far from shore.

I swim.
I tread water.

I hold my head high
Above water.

I will survive.

END HOUSE

 

End House sits alone.

Its shutters hanging.

Furniture upended.

Shattered pictures.

Shattered dreams.

Open the door.

Walk up the battered staircase.

Past the broken statues.

A house ravaged by a storm.

Inside and out.

A storm not felt by neighbors.

What happened?

THE DEAD GAME

 

THE BROKEN-HEARTED

The Broken down

 

 

We must hide from sight.

Here comes the bright light.

It will find us here.

We are filled with fear.

The Dead are walking.

We shouldn’t be talking.

THE DEAD GAME

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