A PLAN

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Why am I never at a place like this?

Why am I always in a dark room typing?

We all make our choices,

and I have to live with mine.

Maybe…

Too many ‘maybes.’

I need one ‘can.’

I ‘can’ escape to the tropical island.

I’ll throw my computer

into the depths

​of the blue, green ocean.

Sounds good to me.

Sounds like a plan.

THE DEAD GAME — IN THE BEGINNING

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THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
IN THE BEGINNING

The town of Oasis is plagued by dark shadows. Shana and her friends plan their own line of defense. They believe Wolf is responsible for the deaths and disappearances in town.

      Shana’s friends sit around her table in the back room of her mystical store with the lights off and the front door securely locked. A small candle on the table provides the only light in the room. Shadows on the walls sway back and forth with the motion of the flickering flame. Each time the shadows move, Shana jumps a little inside, remembering the dark figures that have been stalking her.
     Despite the fear racing through her icy veins, she says to the others, “We must confront Wolf on our own. “

 
Are they successful? Do they rid the town of the evil one and his followers?
 
Only The Dead know.
 
THE DEAD GAME
 

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A PLAN

Why am I never at a place like this?

Why am I always in a dark room typing?

We all make our choices,

and I have to live with mine.

Maybe…

Too many ‘maybes’ in this world.

I need one ‘could’,

and then I’m off to the tropical island.

On the way, I’ll throw my computer

into the depths of the blue, green water.

Sounds good to me.

Sounds like a plan.

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 151

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 151

The group was sitting around a table in the back room of Shana’s shop. Shana had just presented her new idea of confronting Wolf in his own home. Mike couldn’t understand why the girls didn’t want to ask Todd and Sam to help them.

“Why don’t we just ask them to help us?” asked Mike. “This idea is totally idiotic!” He was annoyed with the silly ideas that the girls were always dreaming up. He didn’t believe that they always had to be the ones to find the bad guys. The other residents had more money and were much more powerful—except for the small fact that they didn’t know which ones were good and which were bad.
“They won’t listen to my ideas; but if they’re informed—before the fact—that we’re in trouble, they’ll have to come quickly to save us,” Shana said. “After Sunday services, we’ll ask Father John to notify Todd and Sam where we’ll be going. The Father knows what’s happening in town and is very reliable. We can trust him to alert them in time.”
“How do we know who to trust? Wolf and Hayden are evil—but what about all the other vampires and human vampires in town? How do we even know that Father John can be trusted?” Mike asked of everyone sitting around the table in the dark, with the lone candle providing a small quivering light. Each of their faces appeared ghostly in the flickering candlelight—and not even human. He shook his head to clear his vision and repeated over and over in his mind: These are my friends and can therefore be relied upon.
“We just have to be extra careful from now on and trust only the people we’re certain are loyal,” Shana said. “Father John had alerted us to the secret meetings on the hill and the battle between good and evil taking place on the mountainside—right outside our apartments. If he’d been one of The Dead, why would he have supplied us with this information if it was supposed to have been a secret society?”
“Okay, we’ll assist you with this investigation.” Mike said, knowing that Shana had already decided to follow through with her idea—even before she’d presented it. He would be just wasting his breath if he chose to veto her plan…so he remained quiet for the rest of their planning session.

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 150

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Shana had a new idea. She wanted her friends to fight Wolf on their own, without waiting for Todd or the sheriff.

 

     At that moment, Shana, Linda, Mike, and David were sitting in the dark, secretly planning their own line of attack against Wolf. They had convened at Shana’s store, hoping that this location would make it more difficult for Todd and Sam to track them down.

     They sat around Shana’s table in the back room with the lights off and the front door securely locked. A small candle on the table provided the only light in the room. Shadows on the walls swayed back and forth with the motion of the candle’s flame. Each time the shadows moved, Shana jumped a little inside, recalling the dark figures that had stalked her in town.

     As she stared at the flickering shadows, she hoped and prayed that they would finally be able to rid their town of the menacing beings. Despite the fear racing through her icy veins, she said, “We must confront Wolf on our own! We must learn to protect ourselves without relying on others to deliver us from this evil!”

     “Wolf is much too powerful for us to fight against by ourselves!” David said.

     But Shana had formulated her own plan and was excited to offer it to the group. “We’ll go up against Wolf in his own house!”

     “Have you gone crazy?” cried out Mike.

     “No! Listen to me! We’ll make sure that Todd and Sam find out about this meeting before it happens: this way they can come to our aid.”

   “Oh! How romantic!” said Linda, “Knights in shining armor, valiantly coming to our rescue.”

A NEED TO FOCUS

Sometimes things don’t feel clear<br /> as I try to bring them into focus.<br /> Everything is fuzzy in my mind.<br /> I want life to have some structure,<br /> some meaning, some reason for living.<br /> Is there a bigger plan?<br /> Am I seeing what I’m supposed to be seeing?<br /> Is there a major plan that we’re supposed to be<br /> following, instead of drifting along in space and time?<br /> I hope so, as I try to bring life into clearer focus.

Sometimes things don’t feel clear
as I try to bring them into focus.
Everything is fuzzy in my mind.
I want life to have some structure,some meaning, some reason for living.

Is there a bigger plan?

Am I seeing what I’m supposed to be seeing?

Is there a major plan that we’re supposed to be

following, instead of drifting along in space and time?

I hope so, as I try to bring life into clearer focus.