THE RAVEN’S LAST CHANCE

nitratediva:

Bela Lugosi recites some Poe in The Raven (1935).

The raven sits quietly while Lugosi reads the lines.
It sits as still as a lifeless statue.
But what if it isn’t lifeless?
What if it’s just waiting?
Waiting for the actor
to stop droning on.
For the room to become quiet
so that he could pounce.
The way he was supposed to
in The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.
He must perform for his namesake.
The world could use one less actor.
Couldn’t it?
Swoosh…

THE RAVEN’S LAST CHANCE

nitratediva:

Bela Lugosi recites some Poe in The Raven (1935).

The raven sits quietly while Lugosi reads the lines.

It sits as still as a lifeless statue.

But what if it isn’t lifeless?

What if it’s just waiting?

Waiting for the actor

to stop droning on.

For the room to become quiet

so that he could pounce on him.

The way he was supposed to

in The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.

He must perform for his namesake.

The world could use one less actor.

Couldn’t it?

Swoosh…

THE TELL-TALE HEART

blackoutraven:</p> <p>Kingdom Hearts</p> <p>Can you feel your heart beating?<br /> Is it beating too fast?<br /> Do you feel trapped?<br /> That is because you are.<br /> You’re standing in a pool of water,<br /> in the basement of End House,<br /> wearing your party clothes.<br /> But there is no party, no host and no guests.<br /> The door behind you locks shut.<br /> The only way is forward,<br /> through the falling cages<br /> with their sharp edges,<br /> ready to ensnare their next victim.<br /> Circular saws begin to descend,<br /> looking for heads to slice off.<br /> Run!<br /> Run for your life!<br /> The owner of End House takes no prisoners.<br /> THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist<br /> http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

blackoutraven:

Kingdom Hearts

Can you feel your heart beating?

Is it beating too fast?

Do you feel trapped?

That is because you are.

You’re standing in a pool of water,

in the basement of End House,

wearing your party clothes.

But there is no party, no host and no guests.

The door behind you locks shut.

The only way is forward,

through the falling cages

with their sharp edges,

ready to ensnare their next victim.

Circular saws begin to descend,

looking for heads to slice off.

Run!

Run for your life!

The owner of End House takes no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881