CRASHING WAVES

 

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Crashing Waves

 

CRASHING WAVES

Waves crashing to shore.

I want more and more.

The mist in my face

Keeps me in this place.

The tides dare to peak,

Lulling me to sleep.

This is my spot for now.

Waves, I refuse to bow.

I stand strong on the rocks,

Time passes on the clocks.

Deserted house I might be,

But I stand alone and free.

SPLIT SECOND DECISION




You’re driving down the road at a high speed,
listening to the squeal of your tires in protest.
Your tires are nearing the edge,
a steep drop to sharp rocks.
Is this what you want?
Is the adrenaline rush worth it?
You have a split second
to make the right decision.
What choice will you make?


COME TO ME

COME TO ME

The ocean shimmers.

Shades of blues and greens.

Soft ripples.

Lapping waves.

Reflecting the sun’s core.

Glistening.

But here she comes.

The ship to shore.

Too close to the rocks.

Stay clear of the sharp points.

Stay clear of the strong currents.

Come to me.

Come to me safely.

I WILL SURVIVE

Water all around me.

On all sides.

Ice cold water.

Like a hand from below,

pulling me deeper.

Deep into the unknown.

Must hold on.

Hold on to life.

Waves pushing me away.

Away from the shore.

Away from life.

I will swim.

I will tread water.

I will keep my head

above the water.

I will survive.

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 153

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 153

The young residents of Oasis were determined to fight the demons invading their town. Their plan was weak but they were ready for battle. Or so they thought.

“If we begin the fight on our own, then they’ll be finally forced to confront the demons,” David said. “It’s over for us one way or the other, so we might as well go down fighting.”
“Make sure to inform Todd and Sam. That’s the only way this plan will work,” Linda said to the priest.
“I’ll go right away,” said the Father, pulling on his coat.
Linda watched as the priest hurried out the door. He had accepted her story about Wolf and The Dead a little too easily—without asking even one question. She hoped that she was just being paranoid and that the priest didn’t have his own ulterior motive—like everyone else seemed to have in this town.
Turning to leave, she spotted someone standing inside the front door; eavesdropping on their whispered conversation. She peered closer and was shocked to recognize the priest’s housekeeper. Why would the housekeeper be interested in what they’d been discussing? And why was she hiding? Linda mentally added this person to her ever-growing list of suspects.

Meanwhile, Father John was hurrying across the street to the sheriff’s office. He rushed inside and blurted out loud, “Linda and her friends are going to Wolf’s house to confront him; you and Todd must meet them there before they get themselves into trouble.”
“How stupid could they be?” Sam was the only officer on duty: Carl was off somewhere on his own.“Thank you, Father. Todd and I will take care of this immediately.”
Father John turned away to leave the office. Before he completely turned his face away, Sam thought he saw a weird green light reflected in the Father’s usually calm blue eyes. He hoped that they didn’t have another enemy to contend with as he watched the priest walk very slowly
from his office and across the street. Detecting no further indication that the Father was anything but what he appeared to be, he calmed down a little—but he unfortunately knew that appearances could be very deceiving.
He called Todd to update him on the new development in town. Todd replied that he was heading right over to Wolf’s house before Linda and her friends got themselves killed—or even worse.

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 123

 

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Linda and her friend were on their way to the party at Diane’s house. They didn’t know what to expect. They didn’t expect the armed security and the lit up property.

 

The drive up the hill was slow: they had to follow a long line of cars and limousines making their way up the narrow country road. At the tall metal gates encircling Diane’s property, each car had to be checked by the guards on duty. Linda caught a glimpse of Diane’s glass house in the distance. It was lit up with bright lights sparkling throughout her property. The lights extended far into the distance, weaving through the many trees and bushes.
At the front gate, uniformed men were inspecting everyone’s invitations. At Todd’s car, Shirley handed the officer her invitation.
“It says here that the invitation is for only one person. Who are these other people?” asked the officer, looking into the carload of people.
“These are my guests. Diane told me that I could bring guests,” Shirley replied.
“I must verify this with the gate house. Please wait here,” ordered the officer before returning to the large gate house.
All the officers were huge and muscular and looked to be very professional. The security seemed more appropriate for an important political event than for a plain dinner party. Linda didn’t like the look of things, and they hadn’t even entered the property yet.
Todd jumped out of his car to speak with the officers on duty at the gate house. After some hushed conversation he returned to the car, informing them that they were cleared to enter. The huge gates swung open for them and he drove up the gravel road between the two lines of tall trees with glistening lights hanging from their low branches.
“Why did they stop us? Why are they checking everyone?” Linda asked.
“The sheriff just wants to make sure that everyone is safe at the party,” said Todd.
“These are not the sheriff’s men, but private officers,” said Mike.
“I know,” responded Todd.
The four of them in the back seat glanced at each other with worried looks, but they all remained silent.