The Battle for Oasis

Let the darkness lull me to sleep
with dreams of red sunsets.
Clouds drifting on cotton balls,
encircling me with their softness.

Let the moon’s face shine on me,
making me feel safe and secure.      
The stars twinkle in merriment,
ready to tackle the night.

The day brings a new enemy
to our peaceful shore.
A dark kingdom will rise,
a new kingdom for The Dead.

All memory of our town will be wiped clean
with a mere swipe of their hands.
Rain and hail will flood the streets.
Fire will engulf the church.

A hooded figure approaches,
his gait slow and sure.
He pulls back his hood
to reveal the creature beneath.

“My dear Linda, you have waited for me. 
I will have my ice queen at my side.” 
Wolf quickens his stride,
but I turn my face from him.

I peek through lowered eyelashes
at his beautiful face.
He turns 
and summons his army.

He whispers,
“I’m sorry you will
fall in battle like the others.
Goodbye, dearest one.”

He disappears with his followers. 
I am free at last.
But I feel lost
and abandoned.

Did I want him to fight for me?
Of course not.
I would never join The Dead.
But still…   

THE DEAD GAME          

What do you think of the new description of THE DEAD GAME?

I’ve been busy editing my second book in THE DEAD GAME SERIES. I bought an editing program, ProWriting Aid. It analyzes my sentences to death. I have one hundred pages to edit. It has taken me six months to edit the first two hundred. I get sidetracked by writing poetry, promoting my first book, and life. 

I wrote a new description of my first book and even brightened its colors for promotion. I want to know what my followers think of my changes.

I had hoped to publish book two by the end of the year, but I’m editing it to the bitter end. Once completed, I will release the book and its title. I am learning patience.

Thank you, everyone, for following me on my journey.

Book 1 in Series

Linda Bennett moves from New York to Florida to live a quieter life. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life in Oasis is perfect until the dead body washes on shore. She learns dead bodies and disappearing tourists are typical for this small town. As soon as the sun sets, dark shadows stalk Linda and her friends. Once the stores shut for the night, the young residents hide behind closed doors. The same time, the original residents hold parties at their mansions and appear in town.

Life becomes more complicated for Linda and her group. They receive an unsigned invitation to a party at End House, a deserted mansion that hides a sinister history. On the night of the party, the house waits for them filled with revolving rooms upstairs and cages of wild animals in the basement. Horrifying traps and illusions face them at every turn. With wild animals at their backs, the young residents flee for their lives.

They embark on an arduous journey, not knowing whom to trust, to uncover the one controlling the evil game and their town. Who are The Dead? Are they humans or vampires? Will Linda lose her heart to Todd? Will her best friend, Shana, fall for Sheriff Sam? Is a second book needed?

The Dead Game has begun.

THE WATCHFUL EYE

The beauty.

The colors.

The design.

The fine details.

The watchful eye.

No picture can be painted

or statue created

to capture

this perfection,

this awe-inspiring wonder.

Here’s to the creator.

PINK SAND

PINK SAND       

The sand so pink and soft
Keeps my spirits aloft.
The water so clear and blue,
I want to enjoy that too.
Sun brightening the day,
All I want to do is play.

THE HOUSE STANDS ALONE

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Cliff House and Seal Rocks by Moonlight, San Francisco, c 1900.

The waves dance in fury,

hitting the sharp rocks.

The house towers above,

glaring at intruders.

Death to anyone

who dare to violate its shores.

THE DEAD GAME

TEA FOR TWO

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Banana Brain – Die Antwoord

Tea for two.

One for me.

One for you.

Mine is sweet.

Yours is not.

Some good sleep

from this old pot.

HAUNTED

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

A green light shows the way.

Closed doors on either side.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

I peer into a room.

A wheelchair sits empty.

Voices.

I step into the hallway

and follow the sounds.

The door at the end stands open.

Surgeons stand around a table.

They turn and smile at me.

They fade from sight.

Then I’m on the table.

Doctors stand above me.

I must escape.

A scalpel descends.

Too late.

THE BLOOD MOON

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The blood moon is here.

It’s come for me.

Be sure to take care.

It’s come for you.

Red flies through the air.

It’s come for the town.

I can smell the fear.

Come with me, my dear.

THE DEAD GAME

A SIGH

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Bridge of Sigh by Tusharadri Mukherjee

The water flows smooth 

through a quiet town.

Bedtime draws near.

Soon dreams will filter

through the cool breeze.

The bridge gives a sigh

before settling for the night.

TOUCH ME

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I need to touch you.

Feel your softness.

I’ve been alone too long.

Without a human’s touch.

A human’s warmth.

I’m cold.

But a fire burns in me.

Come to me.

Touch me.

FANTASY

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FANTASY

I dream of a place

Where time stands still.

Petals fly from trees,

A pink hue cast on all.

Climb the stairs to the castle,

Where fantasies come to life.

The warm breeze carries music

On swirling rainbows of light.

Pretty maidens dance in circles

Around the courtyard of flowers.

Men become drunk on giggles

And hide away in their towers.

Who is the ruler of this paradise?

It is I, the dreamer of dreams.

 

PRETTY IN PINK

 

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Petals drift in the warm breeze.

Pretty in pink, they flutter.

The fragrance tickles my nose.

Velvety soft to the touch.

My senses engaged.

My mind is at rest.

No need for worries.

No need for more words.