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