THE WONDERFUL SEA

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From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But...

 

heyem chandler:

Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park

 

From here I can see

the wonderful sea.

I step through the door.

I stand at the shore.

Sand at my bare feet.

The sun shining heat.

But the sun soon leaves,

and the ocean heaves.

Sharp bits of hail hit my face.

People run like in a race.

They shout for me to move.

I pick up their quick groove.

“The Dead are here for us,”

one tall man shouts to us,

“Run to the Town Hall

or the town will fall.”

THE DEAD GAME

 

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ATTACK OF NATURE

 

Lightning hits the spot.

Thunder rumbles by.

Clouds flee in horror.

Sky turns black in fear.

End House is under attack.

Nature has its final say.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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A FALL DAY

A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
Charcoal steps leading up.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves lift off
Until the day turns dark.
I’m trapped inside
A red swirl in the park.
The rain trickles.
The wind cackles.
I flee for...

 

A beautiful fall day.

A pebbled path through the red.

Charcoal steps leading up.

Fantasies flow through my head.

 

The leaves lift off

Until the day turns dark.

I’m trapped inside

A red swirl in the park.

 

The rain trickles.

The wind cackles.

I flee for safety

On raised hackles.

 

The path is gone.

Night has come too soon.

The path is gone.

Lost in the full moon.

 

HAUNTED FOREST

 

A PATH

A path through the trees.

Past moss and thick vines.

Bushes are shaking.

Animals are scurrying.

Leaves are falling.

Birds are fleeing.

I must get home.

The forest is dark at night.

Too dark to be safe.

I can’t move.

Vines are twirling around my feet.

I’m trapped.

The forest has taken me.

HELP ME

 

Why did I accept the invitation?

An unsigned invitation

to a party at a deserted house.

A house with a sinister history.

A history of unsolved disappearances.

One group is trapped in the basement.

Our group is fleeing for our lives.

Sand hits us in the face.

Trees swipe at us

as we reach the walkway.

A body hangs in the gazebo.

Is it one of ours?

Will there be time to get the Sheriff?

It sways back and forth in the wind.

THE DEAD GAME

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DARK ARE THE STREETS

Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre

Dark are the streets.

Along which they creep.

Silence is their goal.

Through town they go.

Bodies they leave behind.

Blood-dry they must die.

Church bells are tolling.

And heads are rolling.

Flee from this we must.

Before we are dust.

THE DEAD GAME

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WELCOME TO MY GREENHOUSE

“Welcome to my greenhouse,”
Wolf steps back from the front door.
He leads his guests to his greenhouse.
A path meanders through the thick greenery.
Leaves rustle.
Chirping sounds fill the room. 
No animals or birds.
Only tall trees reaching the green-domed ceiling.
A wall of cages faces them.
Cages filled with snakes.
Long tongues reach for the unwelcome guests.
Wolf laughs at their discomfort.
Time to leave the strange house.
They race down the same path.
Trees lift their mighty trunks in pursuit.
The house shakes and rumbles.
Wolf bellows louder in laughter.
They run through the room of portraits.
Eyes follow their desperate escape.
From a house ready to
swallow them alive.
THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.
THE DEAD GAME
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THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN

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THE DEAD GAME

Louise and her friends escaped End House but the deadly game was far from over.

The Dead had much more in store for Louise.

Black shapes were creeping toward them on the pool deck.

Louise fled down the stairs to the beach,

with Mike and David following close behind.

David was screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the mountain.

Hard objects swiped at her,

almost causing her to lose her balance on the slippery stone steps.

But she continued on, refusing to look back.

She dashed along the beach.

Mounds of sand were being thrust in her face.

On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face.

Skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.

She ran down Main Street.

She felt all alone.

The streets quiet.

No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings.

Candles were flickering inside the gazebo.

Her body was being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights.

The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches,

but still she was being propelled forward.

She had no control over her body;

she was like a puppet on a string.

A noose wrapped itself around her neck.

She was hanging in the middle of the gazebo.

Hooded creatures began circling her.

The noose was tugged tighter

until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.

Without any air left in her lungs…

with the world spinning around her…

she watched as the shadows slowed down

to take on distinct human forms.

The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes,

glaring up at her.

They were chanting in an unfamiliar language.

Their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow.

Long metal chains hung from their necks with gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.

One member of the group lifted arms up high.

The winds turned wilder and more violent,

moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader.

Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness,

but she knew that it was too late for her or the town.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

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THE DEAD GAME — BLOOD RED

bloody red

The battle between good and evil rages on.
The sky and water have turned blood red.
Red as wine flowing down the side of a cup.
Red as blood oozing from the a deep gash.

The Dead hold the world in their hands.
Our world of people, hope, and humanity.
Their world lies below civilization.
Below the depths of humanity.

They have to come to our shores.
They have come to Oasis, Florida.
To exert their claim over humanity.
To rule with a cold heart and an evil mind.

The Watchers and good vampires band together.
They must search and destroy the evil ones. 
They must find the leader hiding behind his disguise.
A disguise to fool some but not me.

Wolf cannot hide long in his protective shell.
His evil will come to the surface to show all.
He might be a charmer with women falling at his feet.
But I will not succumb to his charms a second time.

The sky shudders and bleeds its pain.
Thunder brings with it daggers of hail.
Lightning casts flashes of light upon the hidden.
Upon the dark shadows roaming the streets.

The wind calls my name, “Linda, come to me.”
It is soothing like a warm blanket on a winter’s night.
It holds promises of passion and endless love.
But I will hold strong and not weaken.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 38


What happened to the colorful flowers?
Have they fled town with the cowardly sun?
In the encroaching darkness,
Only red stands out in its many costumes.

Red is the color of the falls behind town,
Where pink taffeta shields its cold fingers.
Red is the color of windows of End House,
Hiding the horrors waiting inside.

With its dying embers the sun bleeds red,
Packing its bags for a final goodbye.
Its tears mark the white sand with red gashes,
Tracking its sad journey into the unknown.

Red are the eyes of the great Wolf,
Watching the town prepare for him.
He keeps his distance until all is ready,
Until all are ready to accept him as ruler.

Gone are the joyous times of parties.
Gone are the sounds of laughter and giggles.
Now comes the time of battles to be fought,
Allies to be made, and enemies to be killed.

Wolf has brought this upon Oasis,
A town content to live in the light of the sun,
Happy to be human and alive.
It is too late to go back.

Time moves on.
And so do The Dead.
Once Oasis is conquered,
The world will be next.

Who will stop them?
Who can stop them?
Linda wants to know.
She needs to know.

Time will only tell.
The stage is set.
The die is cast.
All that’s left for us
To do is wait.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME