THE END

blackoutraven:  gennaio  Just when you think it’s safe to step out from your bedroom. When the howling and chanting have finally subsided. When all is quiet. You put your foot down, and then you realize that all is not over. THE END

blackoutraven:

gennaio

Just when you think it’s safe

to step out from your bedroom.

When the howling and chanting

have finally subsided.

When all is quiet.

You put your foot down,

and then you realize that

all is not over.

THE END

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THE GAME HAS BEGUN

 

 

Put on your mask.

Dress in your gown.

Step into your party shoes.

The dance is about to begin.

Music fills the mirrored room.

The band picks up the beat.

Dancers swirl under glowing chandeliers.

Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.

The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.

The clock strikes midnight.

The music stops.

The dancers stand still.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

 

DOWN WE GO

 

 

A steep cliff lies before us.

End House looms behind.

We’ve endured.

A pool of blood.

Descending saws.

Wild animals.

The cliff looks safer.

Down we go.

THE DEAD GAME

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DRIPPING WITH SIN

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    The waves are churning.

    My face is burning.

    What’s coming for me?

    I don’t want to see.

    It rises from the deep

    when all are fast asleep.

    The Dead come ashore.

    For me, they’ve come for.

    There’s nowhere to run or hide.

    I refuse to take their side.

    The Dead will not win.

    They’re dripping with sin.

    THE DEAD GAME

A RIDE ON THE WILD SIDE

 

 

A ride to hell and back.

I will sit in the back.

We fly through the night air.

Sound barriers we tear.

Demons fly by our side.

I have nowhere to hide.

They take us to their lair.

I’m pulled hard by my hair.

Life is over for me.

I’ll never be set free.

STEP INSIDE

Step into my world
of vampires and witches.
Demons who walk the nights.
The door waits for you.
Step through to the other side.
Visit a dimension not known by man,
Where dreams become reality
And horror replaces the mundane.
Welcome to The Dead...

 

Step into my world

of vampires and witches.

Demons who walk the nights.

The door waits for you.

Step through to the other side.

Visit a dimension not known by man,

Where dreams become reality

And horror replaces the mundane.

Welcome to The Dead Game.

Your dreams will soon be ours.

THE DEAD GAME 

 

HOT WAX

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The candle flickers.

It melts.

Dripping wax.

A pathway of heat

For The Dead to follow.

As they reach up

From hell below.

Rising stronger.

Hotter.

Deadlier.

THE DEAD GAME

BOOK 2 of The Dead Game Series

Soon to be released in 2018.

 
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
 
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
 
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
 
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

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Will Wolf return to Oasis, Florida?

We’ve missed him.

His good looks.

Charming personality.

Deadly ways.

Will he arrive as a bat

Or maybe as a wolf?

He can even take the place

Of one of our own.

Will his appetite be as fierce?

His passions as strong?

So many questions

Waiting to be answered

In BOOK 2 of THE DEAD GAME.