AN ISLAND ESCAPE

An Island Escape

Take me from a world without color,
where life can be dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
where rainbows frolic and play.

The sun’s rays shimmer on the water,
leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow,
to a new land where to lay my head
.

Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore.
I see a hut of branches.
I must see if there is more
.

I walk across the pale pink sand
to the small hut and step inside.
The room is dark, without windows.
I check to see what it may hide.

A man saunters into the room.
At the table, places are set.
He turns to me with a huge grin,
as if I am his new prized pet
.

He makes an abrupt movement
and strides across the dark room.
He kisses me with cold passion
under the blood-red moon.

I swam across the ocean

to find a new shore.

But here I am again

in his arms once more.

SNOWBOUND

Snowbound at the inn,

no one can get in,

besides the cursed one

who has already won,

by picking off bodies,

one by one.

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THE HALLWAY

Green Hallway

The hallway awaits.

It beckons.

It calls.

Doors line either side.

Shrill cries fill the air.

Cold creeps into my bones.

Then silence descends.

peek into the first room.

Empty wheelchairs face me.

Except for one.

It turns, rolls to me,

then stops.

I freeze.

The lights flash.

A table appears at the far wall.

A bright surgical light hangs above.

The men in white coats face me.

I open my mouth to scream.

I’m strapped to the table.

The men in white peer at me.

A drill whirls next to my ear.

I struggle against the thick straps.

The room goes black.

HEAR THEM ROAR

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Tigers pace in their cages,

Waiting to be set free.

Animals fill the basement,

An awful sight to see.

Leashes jangle against bars.

Metal against metal rings loud.

As the gates slowly lift open,

Pointy teeth glisten without sound.

This cannot be happening.

This cannot be so.

No way are there tigers

In the basement below.

THE DEAD GAME

FOLLOW THE PATH

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Demonic (2015)

Light the path

through the woods,

where many have gone.

Follow the puffs of smoke

to the end of the trail,

where many have gone.

Climb the broken steps

to the deserted house,

where many have gone.

Descend the staircase

to the dark basement,

where many have gone.

Face the row of doors

on the opposite wall,

where many have gone.

Open the wrong door

to the caged tigers,

where many have disappeared.

THE DEAD GAME

THE GAMES BEGIN

Metal clangs shut over the doors and windows.

Trapped in a house sealed as tight as a tomb,

Gregg must solve the computer’s complex riddles to escape.

Vampires and werewolves, sworn enemies of the night,

stare at each other as time begins to click away.

Freezing air blasts from the vents,

followed by a mechanized female voice.

“Gentleman, are you ready?” echoes around them.

Thus begins the thrilling adventure for Shana and her friends as they track The Dead from Florida’s swamplands to Quebec City.

Will Gregg escape the locked house in time to save his fiancee Linda from the rogue werewolves?

Will Shana save her boyfriend, William, from the blood curse infecting vampires, or will she succumb to her ex’s boyish charms?

A race to the finish culminates at a showdown at Quebec’s La Citadelle.

Let the better man or vampire win.

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HEAR THEM ROAR

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Tigers pace in their cages,

Waiting to be set free.

Animals fill the basement.

An awful sight to see.

Leashes jangle against bars.

Metal against metal rings loud.

As the gates slowly lift open,

Pointy teeth glisten without sound.

This cannot be happening.

This cannot be so.

No way are there tigers

in the basement below.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

INNOCENT NO MORE

Innocent.

Alone.

Happy.

Content.

Until…

Drop those balloons

And run.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

TRAPPED IN HELL AS THEY RING THE DINNER BELL

Trapped in the walls
The padlocks seal the front gate.
We must escape our dark fate.
As the doors and windows close,
there’s still no sign of our foes.
Once we are trapped in hell,
they ring the dinner bell.

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

LOST AT A CARNIVAL
A clown leers at me.
The knife-thrower aims
and misses.
I run into a tent.
Mirrors surround me.
I flee into the darkness
and crash through a mirror.
I stand in a dark room.
The floor spins.
I grab for the walls.
My hands slide
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LOST AT A CARNIVAL

A clown leers at me.

The knife-thrower aims 

and misses.

I run into a tent.

Mirrors surround me.

I flee into the darkness

and crash through a mirror.

I stand in a dark room.

The floor spins.

I grab for the walls.

My hands slide

on the slippery stones.

A hole opens in the ground.

It widens,

pulling me closer

to the abyss.

I’m falling.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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