Each day we spin a web.
A web of lies.
White lies.
Deadly lies.
Fake smiles.
Untrue feelings.
Keep spinning.
Until it ties you up
Into one tight knot.
THE WEB
spider
TIME TO SLEEP
TIME TO SLEEP
Hello, it’s just me,
Sitting in the dark.
I’m fun as can be,
A day at the park.
I’m here when you sleep.
I’m your worst nightmare.
Do you see that creep
Climbing up your hair?
It’s a big spider,
Black and so furry.
Just don’t roll over
Or you’ll see blurry.
Did he bite your neck?
I can see the mark.
Just a little peck.
Enough to go dark.
TIME TO SLEEP
WEB OF LIES
Have you ever been caught
in a web of your own deceit?
A web of lies that grew
out of control.
One lie leading to the next.
So much easier to be truthful.
No lies to remember.
Easier on your brain and on others.
Stick to the truth or
be stuck in your own web.
THE DEAD GAME
THE DEAD GAME — A PARANORMAL MYSTERY
WE ARE CAUGHT IN THE WEB.
WE MUST FREE OURSELVES.
THE PEOPLE OF OASIS CALL OUT TO US
TO SAVE THEM AND THEIR TOWN.
THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.
THE BIRDS SENSE THAT SOMETHING
IS VERY WRONG.
THE TOWN OF OASIS IS DOOMED
UNLESS THE DEAD ARE STOPPED.
THE DEAD GAME.
THE MOON IS RISING.
THE DEAD BEGIN TO WALK THE EARTH.
NO ONE IS SAFE.
THE PEOPLE OF OASIS KNOW THAT
THEIR DAYS ON EARTH ARE NUMBERED.
THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.
THE TOWN IS UNDER SIEGE.
THE WAVES HIT THE SHORE WITH INCREASING FORCE.
ROOF TOPS BLOW OFF IN THE BRUTAL WIND.
LOUNGE CHAIRS ARE LIFTED INTO THE AIR.
RUN FOR COVER!
RUN FOR THE CHURCH!
IF WE GET THERE IN TIME,
WE MIGHT MAKE IT THROUGH THE NIGHT.
THE DEAD GAME
IMAGINE LOOKING DOWN FROM HIGH ABOVE.
THE WIND IS BLOWING
AND THE AIR IS BITTER COLD.
ARE YOU BEGINNING TO FEEL A LITTLE DIZZY?
THAT IS WHAT SHANA FELT WHEN SHE WOKE UP
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND
FOUND HERSELF PERCHED UP HIGH ON A LEDGE.
THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.
SUSANNE LEIST 