A HOUSE ALONE

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A house of elegance.

Sitting alone for years.

A house of secrets.

Holding them close.

A house of beauty.

Cascading staircase to climb.

A house of light.

Flowing in from tall windows.

A house alone.

Waiting for visitors.

A PRETTY PLACE

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My mind is foggy today.

I need to clear the cobwebs.

Throw out the excess garbage.

The bad thoughts.

The worries.

All to the wind.

And think of a pretty place.

Where the birds chirp and play.

Where the mountains soar high.

Where windows bring in the light.

I can lift my face to the sun.

To the beauty of life.

To the smell of grass.

To the puffy white clouds.

I’m there right now.

Come and join me.

FROM NEAR AND FAR

Faust (1926), dir. F. W. Murnau

 

 

They’re coming in for a fight.

Creatures from near and far.

All descending on one small town.

Oasis, Florida, will fall tonight.

Linda and her friends run to the Town Hall.

They hope for shelter from the storm.

Soon the tall windows will shatter.

The bricks crumble to the ground.

The Father holds tight to his grimoire.

Will he be able to save the residents?

Oh no!

They’re here!

THE DEAD GAME

A Perfect Place To Be

A place to reflect and write,

Where the cold wouldn’t dare to bite.

I would lie down and close my eyes,

And listen to the windswept cries.

Creatures would circle my dome.

Maybe I will see a gnome.

Such stories I would create.

Tales of loss, love, and hate.

A snow globe just for me.

A perfect place to be.

 

GRAND CENTRAL TERMINAL

Grand Central Terminal.

There is no other like you.

Keeping the pace through

the calm and the hectic.

Providing light through your

mullioned windows.

The watcher of it all.

The keeper of schedules.

But most of all the

keeper of time for those

passing through your gates.

SHELTER FROM THE STORM

whitechapelwitch:</p> <p>»x«</p> <p>The house is beckoning you.<br /> Its windows are staring at you.<br /> Its front door is open wide,<br /> waiting for you to enter.<br /> The rain is falling hard.<br /> The wind is blowing harder<br /> and getting colder.<br /> The house would be a good<br /> shelter for the coming storm.<br /> Or maybe not.<br /> The Dead Game by Susanne Leist<br /> http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist</p> <p>

whitechapelwitch:

»x«

The house is beckoning you.

Its windows are staring at you.

Its front door is open wide,

waiting for you to enter.

The rain is falling hard.

The wind is blowing harder

and getting colder.

The house would be a good

shelter for the coming storm.

Or maybe not.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

LET’S PARTY!

LET’S PARTY!

HERE WE ARE!  NO REASON TO RUN.  WE CAN ALL PARTY TOGETHER.  THE DEAD GAME

HERE WE ARE!

NO REASON TO RUN.

WE CAN ALL PARTY TOGETHER.

 

LOOK WHAT I FOUND?  A ROSE AMONG THE DEAD.  THE DEAD HAVE RISEN.  THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

LOOK WHAT I FOUND?

A ROSE AMONG THE DEAD.

THE DEAD HAVE RISEN.

 

  • WE’RE HERE!  WHERE IS EVERYONE?  IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE  A PARTY FOR US.

WE’RE HERE!

WHERE’S EVERYONE?

IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE

A PARTY FOR US.

 

  • blackoutraven:      WELCOME TO END HOUSE  BEAUTY AWAITS YOU:  FLOWERS, ORNATE FURNITURE,  CRYSTAL CHANDELIERS…  BUT WAIT!  WHO IS THAT IN THE CORNER?  IT IS DARK AND IT’S MOVING!  TOO LATE!  THE DOORS AND WINDOWS ARE LOCKING.  WE MIGHT AS WELL JOIN THE PARTY.  THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

blackoutraven:

WELCOME TO END HOUSE

BEAUTY AWAITS YOU:

FLOWERS, ORNATE FURNITURE,

CRYSTAL CHANDELIERS…

BUT WAIT!

WHO’S THAT IN THE CORNER?

IT’S DARK AND IT’S MOVING!

TOO LATE!

THE DOORS AND WINDOWS ARE LOCKING.

WE MIGHT AS WELL JOIN THE PARTY.

THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

 

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 95

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 95

While Todd drove, Linda thought about Wolf’s house with its stark concrete walls and blacked-out windows. Was he blocking people from looking in or out? Maybe we’ll find out something useful in the house. That is, if he allows us inside. She hoped that Todd was one of the good guys—but she wasn’t too sure of anything anymore.
The weather got colder and windier. Leaves and dust blew into the car. Maybe Wolf was expecting them.
Charles Wolf was standing at the front door of his house…standing ramrod straight…waiting for them. But how did he know that they would be visiting today?
“This is very disturbing,” said Shana. “Maybe I can remain in the car while the two of you check out the house…”
“Don’t be afraid; we have big bad Todd to protect us,” said Linda.
Todd smirked at Linda as he got out of the car and opened the doors for both of them. He had to pry the door handle from Shana’s tight grasp. She gave up and stepped out of the car to join them. They marched up to the front door.
“Welcome to my humble abode! I had a strong feeling that I was going to have visitors today so I had my housekeeper prepare tea for us,” boomed Wolf in a deep voice. Linda hadn’t realized that he was so overpowering, with his thick dark hair and cold black eyes. He stood proud and tall, watching their approach.
Linda remembered him from her early-morning jog when she’d seen him walking his dog and he’d refused to acknowledge her cheerful greeting. She feared that he would make a very dangerous adversary. She gazed up at Todd. He was staring back at Wolf. Todd was as big and looked much smarter.
“We’re not here for tea, Wolf. We’re here to question you about Friday night when our friends went missing from End House,” said Todd.
“What could I possibly know about that?” Wolf moved closer to Todd to stare him down.
“Not only is your house the closest to End House, but you’re also on the Board of Directors of the company that owns the house,” replied Todd, glaring back at Wolf.