THE PERFECT FANTASY
A pure taste of happiness.
Boats filled with flowers.
Sea gulls picking at the shore.
The perfect fantasy until...
Grey clouds roll in.
The sky turns dark.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
Rain droplets ping on the boats.
The party is over.
My fantasy is over.
The fun is over.
Belongings are packed.
Winds dig into the sand.
Palm trees tremble in fear.
Birds flee en-mass.
Time to seek shelter.
The Dead are coming to Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME
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