THE DEAD GAME SERIES

Sunday, November 30, 2014

LIGHT THE WAY

whitechapelwitch:


Light the candles.
Follow me through
the empty corridors.
Past dark rooms.
Down a long flight of stairs.
To the dungeons below.
Where shadows await us.
Waiting for company.
To wile away their empty hours.
Perhaps a game or two for us to play.
A game to lighten their boredom.
A pool of water appears before us.
Cages descend from above.
Their pointy edges facing us.
Circular saws soon follow.
What kind of hell are we in?
What kind of game are we playing?
Come closer to find out.
The Dead love to play.
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BECKONING



Colors of life.
Colors of nature.
Bright and fresh.
Soothing and serene.
Beckoning you to take
a stroll through the flowers.
Inhale the sweet fragrance.
Time to enjoy life.
To appreciate nature
and all it has to offer.

PERSISTENCE



Nature persists.
It soldiers on.
It rears its head
in the most unlikely places.
No matter the obstacles
we put around it
or on it.
It thrives.
It flourishes.
Despite us.

TRICK OF THE NIGHT

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Night stretches long and silent.
The wind is blowing outside.
Can’t sleep.
Can’t close my eyes.
My eyes can’t stop watching
the dark shadows on the walls.
Shadows that move and sway
with the growing wind.
What is making these shadows?
What is outside my window?
I peek out and see flying branches
and leaves that
take on eerie shapes.
Some resemble bats, while others
take on the form of birds.
One minute they’re here, and the next,
they’re gone.
Should I be afraid?
Should I hide in my room?
Or should I venture outside
to check out the strange shadows?
Maybe I’ll close my eyes and try
to fall asleep.
My imagination could have been working over-time.
But wait! A dark figure is at my window, trying
to get inside. Is it human? It has no face.
Only a shadow in the wind.
So many shadows in the wind.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 169




Linda had been hanging over a tank of alligators, suspended by a poisonous snake. How much worse could things get for the residents of Oasis? Were they finally safe? Were The Dead gone from town?  

      Linda was snatched from the body of the large snake by Reece, who had flown up to her. He brought her down into Todd’s waiting arms.
     “I hope all the evil in town has been eliminated. Am I correct this time?” Todd asked the elders.
     You haven’t been correct once so far. Mike shook his head.
      Reece said, “I believe all the evil has been taken care of. You can all go home.”
     “Where was Hayden during all this?” Sam asked.
     “We sent him to Europe to take care of a few matters for us. We knew that either you or Sam would resolve this situation,” Reece said, walking over to shake Todd’s hand.
     “How did you know that one of us would be stepping in to save everyone? I was waiting for Hayden. I was trying to buy us some time,” Todd said.
      You were just lucky this time. If you had really tried, then things wouldn’t have worked out so well.
     “I knew that one of you would be successful, since you both have untapped powers that need to be further developed,” Reece said.
      “What type of powers?” Mike asked.
      “That’s for another day,” Reece said. He then disappeared with Leanne and Diane right behind him.
     Mike looked over at Todd and Sam, trying to figure out what these untapped powers could be.

I WILL



I will grow.
I will reach the stars.
I don’t care about the graves
or the mausoleums.
I don’t care that
The Dead
walk the night.
I will grow leaves.
I will stay here.
I will stay alive.
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Friday, November 28, 2014

THE ABYSS

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Falling.
Deeper.
And deeper.
Into the abyss.
No lights.
No sounds.
Only strange creatures.
Reaching for me.
Mouths wide open.
In silent cries.
For help?
Or for death.
Can’t grab onto the walls.
Too slippery.
No one to help me.
Hell is getting closer.
Is there an end?
Is there a bottom?
Will I be falling forever?
Down, down…

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Thursday, November 27, 2014

WHAT'S NEXT?



Life can be lonely.
Life can be sad.
Why reinforce it?
Why stand alone?
No smiling.
No talking.
What’s next?
No breathing?

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

PARTY WITH THE DEAD



Follow me to the clearing.
Where the trees part in fear.
For The Dead come to play.
And the La Santa Muerte
comes to rule.
She will rule with an iron hand,
and reward her followers.
Come and bring your sacrifices.
And your wishes will come true.
You will reap her rewards of
revenge and murder.
For the female Grim Reaper
is all-powerful,
all-knowing.
The taste of blood
can be so sweet.
Come and join us.
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SAY A PRAYER FOR ME



Casualty of war.
Casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
In pieces.
No more music.
Silence forever.
Say a prayer for me.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

A FACE

A FACE

duc


A nose.
A mouth.
Two eyes.
A face.
What does it add up to?
Does it reveal the person inside?
Can you feel his heart?
Enjoy his humor?
Feel his pain?
See the world
through his eyes?
A person is not
the sum of his parts.
His parts add up to
much, much more.

Monday, November 24, 2014

THE ONE




I’m here.
Watch out.
My wings are spread.
My talons are out.
I’m going to land.
I am beauty.
I am royalty.
I am the one.
The one to lift you high.
Into the sky with me.
Watch out!

NIGHT WALK

plasmatics-life:
Night Walk - {by Tiina Törmänen} | {Official WebSite}
A walk alone in the dark.
Feel the cold.
Smell the trees.
Hear the snow falling.
Watch the stars sparkle.
Engage all your senses.
No interference.
No voices.
No noises.
Only clean, fresh air.
And you.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

WINTER FANTASY

splendiferoushoney:
Winter Beauty

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.
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THE VOICE



The evil within.
We all have that voice inside.
The voice enticing us to be bad.
Offering suggestions of revenge.
Immoral ways to succeed.
It never sleeps.
It appears in our
dreams and nightmares.
Forever ready to lead us
down dark pathways.
Always on the hunt for
new followers.
We don’t have to feed it.
Let it starve.

Friday, November 21, 2014

A NOISE UPSTAIRS

mattlovescroft:


A noise upstairs.
The children are asleep.
My heart begins to pound.
Is there a weapon I could use?
Would a weapon even help me?
No time to stop and think.
No time to call the police.
I must run upstairs.
Get there before it’s too late.
I race to the stairs,
with my husband fast at my heels.
A second it all it takes.
All it takes to save a life.
Or lose one.
We must get there in time.
The creatures are here for us.
They will wait for no one.
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Thursday, November 20, 2014

THE PUPPET MASTER

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THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
     While the drama was being played out by the group upstairs, Mike, David, and Louise were running for their lives through the backyard, past the dark and empty pool that was illuminated from above by yellow lights.
     The sky above End House lit up with bright flashes of light mixed with loud rumblings of thunder. Red flashing lights streamed through the night sky, followed by bright yellow pulses of light. In contrast, the sky over the rest of the town remained dark and quiet.
     Louise noticed black shapes creeping toward them on the pool deck. She fled down the steep stairs to the beach with Mike and David following close behind. She heard David screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the face of the mountain. Hard objects swiped at her, almost causing her to lose her balance a few times on the slippery stone steps. But she continued on, refusing to look back over her shoulder to face what or who was attacking them.
     She dashed along the beach, feeling as if mounds of sand were being thrust in her face. On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face—like skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.
    Louise ran down Main Street.  She felt all alone. The streets quiet. No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings. She saw candles flickering inside the gazebo. She felt her body being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights. The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches at her face and around her feet, but still she was being propelled forward.
     The gazebo, appearing pretty and tranquil during the day, looked ethereal and unfamiliar to her in the light of the candles. Somehow, the circle of light remained firm despite the violent storm raging all around her. She entered the lit circle…all the while knowing that she had just signed her death sentence. She had no control over her actions any longer; she was like a puppet on a string being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.
     After she was positioned at the precise center of the circle of candles, dark shapes—similar to the ones that had been stalking her for weeks—appeared around the perimeter of the gazebo. They began circling her. As they circled faster and faster, a strong current of air lifted her up high under the roof of the gazebo. She felt a noose being wrapped around her neck. Then she felt it being tugged tighter and tighter until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.
     Without any air left in her lungs…with the world spinning around her…she watched as the shadows slowed down and took on distinct human forms. The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes, glaring up at her. They were chanting in an unfamiliar language. They were clothed in long black robes, their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow. Long metal chains hung from their necks with huge gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.
     One member of the group, taller and much larger than the rest, lifted arms up high to heaven or down to hell below. In response, the winds turned wilder and more violent, moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader. Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness, but she knew that it was too late for her or the town.
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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

THE VICTIM

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nature/vintage blog

I step out from the restaurant.
From where there had been light,
laughter, and voices.
I step into a dark alleyway,
filled with dark shadows.
I hear my footsteps on the cobblestones.
But are there other footsteps
echoing behind me?
Is someone behind me?
Should I sneak into a doorway
to take a peak behind me?
Or should I keep walking?
I see lights up ahead.
I will walk to those beacons
of the night.
Will someone be there to help me?
Will I fall victim to a stalker?
Or will I become a victim of my own imagination?
What do you think?

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

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I WILL SURVIVE



Water all around me.
On all sides.
Ice cold water.
Like a hand from below,
pulling me deeper.
Deep into the unknown.
Must hold on.
Hold on to life.
Waves pushing me away.
Away from the shore.
Away from life.
I will swim.
I will tread water.
I will keep my head
above the water.
I will survive.

FOOTSTEPS



Do we dare?
Dare to walk in the snow.
Climb the rocks.
Slide down the slopes.
Feel the cold on our faces.
The wind hitting our bodies.
The brisk nip in the air.
Should we?
Someone else has done it,
while we’ve been procrastinating.
Do it now.

Monday, November 17, 2014

THEY'VE COME FOR US!



Run for shelter.
Take cover.
Our picnic is over.
The storm is coming closer.
The waves are getting taller
and more violent.
The palm trees are waving their branches
in frantic confusion.
The weather had been perfect,
but now the heavens have opened.
Lightning is flashing across the sky.
Followed by loud rumblings of thunder.
We must find shelter right now.
Before it’s too late.
Can we make it to the Town Hall in time?
Those are rooftops flying over our heads.
What else can happen to us?
Find out in THE DEAD GAME.
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TRIUMPH OF NATURE



What gifts do you have for us,
Oh beautiful sky?
Some warm sunshine.
A soft breeze or two.
Maybe a light misting.
Your gaze is triumphant.
Reflecting on the soothing waves.
I could feel your warmth.
See your beauty.
Hear your tentative rumbling.
Taste the salty air with my tongue.
My senses are engaged.
You delight and tantalize them.
Thank you.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

THE DEAD'S PLAYGROUND



THE DEAD’S PLAYGROUND
The Dead have taken over the playground,
where children had once played and frolicked.
The Dead wander
past the still swings
and empty slides.
Echoes of voices drift in the air.
Will the children ever return?
Will The Dead ever leave the town?
Only The Dead know.
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OH ERTE

maudelynn:
Erte; The Precious Stones; Sapphire c.1969


Oh Erte.
The grace and elegance
of your art.
The master of your craft.
The precision of details.
The combination of colors.
The impeccable designs.
The lover of the human form.
The lover of a woman’s form.
We thank you, Erte.

HOW PERFECT

bobcronkphotography:
Japanese Gardens - Portland, OR

Watch the water flow.
Down the mountain.
Over the rocks.
Carrying leaves and fish.
To new places.
To new sights.
Watch the fish jump and play.
The sun’s rays reflecting
on the smooth surface.
Listen to the soothing sounds.
The water splashing against
The submerged tree limbs.
How perfect.
How satisfying.
Dip your toes into the cold splendor.
That makes it perfect.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

LIGHT THE WAY



The lights of a city.
Nothing is as bright.
Nothing can make you
Hold your breath.
For the anticipation,
Excitement,
And noise,
Of a big city.
It entices you.
Draws you into
Its arms.
Takes you on a ride.
Of thrills and adventure.
Light the way.

Friday, November 14, 2014

TOO OFTEN



Too often there are deaths.
Too often there are murders.
Too often people look away.
Too often we stop and stare.
Stop and stare,
but do nothing to help.
Sad, but true.
Human nature has its rough side.
But is also has its good side.
Let the good side out.

THE WEAK WILL OVERCOME

halftimeprincess:


Will I become one?
One of The Dead?
Walking the nights.
Looking for victims.
Looking for blood.
I refuse to become one.
I refuse to give up on life.
I will hold on to humanity.
Until my last breath.
The Dead want take me.
I will take them down instead.
Come and join my fight in
THE DEAD GAME

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Thursday, November 13, 2014

FREE FALL THROUGH SPACE



What does it feel like?
To free fall
through the air.
To let yourself go
to the feeling.
To step back and fall.
Nothing but air
until you hit the water.
To believe in yourself.
To believe in the water
to cushion your fall.
Total freedom.
An escape from life.
An escape from reality.
What does it feel like?
I’ll let you know
after I hit the water.

DARK OF NIGHT




A shadow appears in the distance.
It’s dark like the night.
Who is it?
It looks human.
It is coming closer.
Even the grass is
trembling in fear.
Should I hide?
Or should I run?
Too late.
It’s here.
And I’m not anymore.

WHERE THE DEAD GO



Tell me a story.
A scary story
worthy of a wolf.
I want to be frightened.
I want to hear of blood
and gore.
I want to hear of dead bodies.
What did you say?
The Dead?
Yes, I would like to hear of The Dead.
Are they deadly?
They play deadly games, you say?
I’m ready.
Where must I go?
To Oasis, Florida?
So that’s where The Dead go.
I’m off.
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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

THE FALLEN

ominousraincloud:
Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton
The tree has been hurt.
Scarred by the storm.
Its leaves have fallen.
Fallen soldiers of war.
Without a proper burial.
Who will mourn them?
The fallen of nature.
The tree will mourn
their loss.
Until new leaves sprout
to take their place.
And the cycle continues.

BURIED IN THE SAND



What secrets lie beneath the sand?
What can be dug up?
Buried memories.
Remnants of a party.
Sea life not wishing to be disturbed.
Bloody remains.
Some secrets are
better left buried.
Buried deep.
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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

RED SKY

f0r3ver-kisses:

The sky is angry.
Its face is turning red.
It’s not happy.
It might shriek thunder.
It might rain tears.
It might turn its hair on fire.
Wait.
Watch.
Listen.
The sky is in command.
It will show its wrath.

FACE VALUE



Look deeper.
Delve deeper inside.
Face value is worthless.
A face doesn’t reflect the truth.
It doesn’t reveal the true person.
You might like what you find
or you might not.


Monday, November 10, 2014

MAN NEVER LEARNS



Man never learns.
He never learns his lesson.
To give nature her freedom.
Her space to expand.
Why should she be limited?
Why should she be encroached upon?
Move back mankind.
Let nature be free
to spread her wings.

WAIT FOR THE NIGHT



Wilting.
Dry.
Strength taken
by the hot sun.
Need moisture.
Need shade.
Wait for the night.
Wait for the moon
to soothe your pain.
Dew in the morning to
to quench your thirst.
Be ready for a new day.

THE OCEAN


calms:
nature/vintage blog

THE OCEAN
No greater force on earth.
No master.
No remorse.
No purpose.
No stopping.
Not by a mountain
or by man.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

REVIEW OF THE DEAD GAME


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Vampires and Humans- my favorite kinda story

By Jalpa Pandya “jae”on November 3, 2014

Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase

In some ways, The Dead Game reminded me of the Vampire Diaries. Personally, I really enjoy Vampire Diaries so I enjoyed this book. There are evil vampires, good vampires, human vampires, and humans. This story takes place in a small town and the main character, Linda, becomes suspicious that something doesn’t seem right. She and her friends end up in the End House, which is “haunted.” They are barely able to get out of there that night. Things really get crazy when their friends are missing, and dead bodies are found.
This is a fast moving story, with every page full of surprises. There are a lot of characters, but I have to admit that my favorite was Todd. He was very intriguing and luckily, he was a fierce protector of the main girl, Linda.
Todd and Linda’s relationship is a bit confusing, but the author has a nice epilogue at the end that gives the readers closure. The author also hints at a sequel, so I’m looking forward to see what happens next!

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THE NIGHT COMES




The night comes soft and quiet.
Dragging its feet.
Lurking in alleys and hallways.
Hiding its long tresses.
Come to me, night.
Come to me, now.
I can’t wait anymore.
Your time on earth is limited.
Enter my domain.
A domain filled with darkness.
Filled with spirits, holding
their pent-up breaths for you.
Yes, come closer.

PRANCING AND PLAYING

halftimeprincess:


The snow can be beautiful.
It can be white and clean.
Horses prancing in its white down.
Snow flakes falling from the cold sky.
Children dressing warm to play.
Yes, snow can be beautiful.
Beautiful when it’s fresh and new.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

THE FORCE BE WITH YOU



Feel it.
Smell it.
Experience it.
Nothing like it.

THE SECRETS OF END HOUSE



End House holds secrets.
It holds living beings in its walls.
Creatures dying to get out.
Screaming without sound.
Pushing their arms and legs
through the walls,
hoping to escape.
But there’s no escape.
The guests of the party will
soon discover the sad truth.
No one leaves the house
without resulting consequences.
And some may not leave at all.
Who will live?
Who will die?
Only The Dead know.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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Friday, November 7, 2014

PICTURE PERFECT


Perfect lines cast in the sand.
Had they been made by man?
Or could the waves had made them
when they lapped upon the shore?
Bringing moisture to the hot sand.
Leaving behind their own
distinctive footsteps.
Footsteps that cannot be duplicated.
Temporary footsteps until the next day
when they appear again.
Like magic?
No, like nature.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

ALL WILL BE GONE



Why are we so far removed from nature?
The moon is distant.
The stars keep their distance.
Trees and grass are retreating from sight.
The ice caps are receding.
Soon all will be memories.
What will be left?
Just us.