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 chandeliers.
Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.
The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.
Until the clock strikes midnight.
The music stops.
The dancers stand still.
THE DEAD GAME
Haze covers the town.
But please do not frown.
Secrets are concealed.
The Dead are revealed.
We come in the fog.
The mist we don’t hog.
We’ll share it with you.
A shimmering blue.
The moon shines its glare
On those who come here.
Frolic in the night.
Just keep in our sight.
THE DEAD GAME
THE DEAD GAME – EXCERPT
Linda was pulled into the deserted garden to face Wolf and his side-kick Hayden. She didn’t know what was real or what was illusion.
“I didn’t come here to play parlor games with you. I need you to convince Todd to join with us,” Wolf said in a loud voice. “He can never be human or accepted by them. He’s a human vampire. He belongs with us. It makes more sense for him to stick with his own kind.”
“He’s not like you in any way at all: he cares too deeply for people and is loyal to his friends.” Linda backed away. “On the other hand, you and your vampires enjoy killing too much and have no feelings whatsoever.”
“Todd will never be accepted by humans or by his own kind. He will be an outcast with nowhere to go,” Wolf said, moving closer to her.
“Todd is human and will always be accepted by humans.”
“Let’s kill her now, boss.” Hayden stepped in. “She’s going to be trouble; I can take her away and no one will ever see her again.”
Wolf strolled over to her with a wicked gleam surfacing in his eyes. “I have a much better use for her in the future. When she finally comes to her senses, she’ll realize that she’ll be better off with a real vampire with limitless powers than with a pathetic human. She’ll learn about love and passion—not the games that humans play that pale in comparison. Here comes the human. Let her go for now.”
Linda was horrified to find herself wrapped in Wolf’s muscular arms, hypnotized by his black eyes and tempted by his deep voice.
“I’ll be back for you.” Wolf promised as he held her tight against him, whispering in her ear, ”I love the way you stand up to me with your flashing blue eyes. Soon you’ll be mine, my beautiful ice queen.”
Linda couldn’t move; she was stuck in some kind of trance…she couldn’t leave or even want to leave if given the choice. His voice soothed her and made her think of love, passion, and great need: a need that could only be met by Wolf with his expert hands and mouth. She knew that one day she was going to be with him, to be joined with him.
His mouth lowered onto hers, drawing her into a swirling miasma of unexpected feelings and desires. His mouth covering hers introduced her to a new realm of pure pleasure. His powerful form enveloped her, making her feel feelings that were foreign and untried for her. She couldn’t get enough of him. She tentatively began touching his face, then his body with an eager and unrelenting hunger.
A perfect oasis on the shore.
You could not ask for anything more.
Sun and surf during the day,
But at night there’s hell to pay.
The waves welcome daily swimmers,
But at night there are no winners.
Afraid to venture out after dark,
Residents stay clear of the town park.
One night, a hanging party is had
By the dark creatures who are plain bad.
Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.
We don’t even know who is our foe.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindlehttp://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
KILL MEkilledtheinnocentpeople:
Untitled by Joe Kennett.
KILL ME
A walk through the woods
on a sunny afternoon.
The sun soon retreats
to be replaced by dark shadows.
Sighs fill the silence.
The tall trees lift their roots.
Trunks become faces,
branches reaching arms.
Shivering leaves fall in fear.
The giants move forward.
Just kill me now.
THE DEAD GAME
(Source: artizan3)
I grow in the garden of End House.
The only flower in sight.
Moonlight keeps me strong.
Thorns keep me anchored.
The garden is mine.
(Source: kittiezandtittiez)
I’m keeping an eye on you.
Have you read The Dead Game yet?
If not, I know where you live.
(Source: fallenfay-l-h)
As darkness falls,
statues come alive.
Shadows emerge
from tombs and graves.
Beware of the nights.
They bring brutal winds
and the walking dead.
Bolt your doors.
Lock your windows.
The dark shadow behind you
might not be your own.
THE DEAD GAME
Julieanne Kost | Website – Aerial Photographs, 2016
THE NIGHT
They come in the night.
Footsteps in the sand.
They climb through windows.
To visit the sleeping.
They takes recruits.
While others are left in peace.
Come morning sun,
Footsteps are gone.
Leaving behind empty beds
And empty dreams.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
A nip in the air.
A chill in my bones.
The Dead will be here.
And in our own homes.
Palm trees will shiver.
The whole ground will quake.
Up from the river.
Or the nearest lake.
Take me far away.
From this creepy place.
Let us run and pray.
Make an about face.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
A MAGICAL NIGHT FOR A PARTY
The glass dome reflects the sparkling stars.
Inside, dancing pairs twirl around.
Beneath chandeliers of ice.
Between frozen statues.
Reflecting days gone by.
In mirrors upon the frosted walls.
Spin and dance the night away.
Until the dawn rises clear and strong.
And chases away the dark shadows.
A party at a glass house can be perfect.
Maybe a little too perfect.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Excerpt from THE DEAD GAME
Chapter 22
Their car neared the house. A stunning sight unfolded before their eyes. Encased in a tight circle of trees, shimmering from the lights strung through their heavy branches, the glass house sparkled against the dark night sky: a huge glass ball shooting green sparks of light from within its rounded walls. Its great dome twinkled as radiantly as the multitude of stars shining down from above.
Todd left the car with the valet and led the way up the marble stairs to the rounded front door. Two armed men, dressed in tuxedos, guarded the door, their holstered guns only slightly marring the fantasy image running through Linda’s vivid imagination: for as soon as she turned away to admire the scenery, she was once again in fantasyland.
The panorama facing her was doused in white. Gleaming white snow caps covered the tops of the tall trees and the great dome of the house. Snow was falling on them from somewhere. She could feel snowflakes melting on her lips. They felt wet, like real snowflakes. She touched her face and hair. Her hand came away wet. She had snow on her fingertips. She searched the grounds for a snow machine, but couldn’t locate anything—not on the glass domed roof or in any of the trees. She couldn’t believe that genuine snow was falling on them from the dark sky. The landscape resembled a winter wonderland despite it being fall in Florida.
Todd placed his hand against her back to escort her into the house. The others followed them into the glowing green ball that was alive with dazzling lights, music, and laughter.
Once inside, Linda was mesmerized by the glittering glass walls that mirrored the dancing images of the guests twirling around the marble dance floor. These images were cast in bright halos of light reflected from the myriad of crystal chandeliers hanging throughout the room.
Soft candlelight from mounted crystal sconces flickered across the intricate patterns carved into the green walls. It was the most beautiful and fascinating house that she had ever seen. She glanced back and watched Shana’s mouth drop open. She was certain that Shana would agree that the house appeared simply magical.
Couples were swirling around the immense dance floor. They were dancing in a large studio between Diane’s life-sized statues. Each sculpture was carved from clear glass: each one revealing a full-sized person. Linda found them to be too lifelike. She stood next to one and stared into it frozen face. She was startled by a fleeting expression of horror that seemed to cross over its features; as if a real person was trapped inside, staring out at her from within his glass tomb. Then the look was gone and the statue appeared lifeless once again.
Kindle
Nook
