Source: 4allgoodthings
Read a book by the fire.
The pages will shine brighter.
I don’t need to fight the snowdrifts.
I’ll stay inside with the misfits.
The ones who prefer the books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low
as the strong winds begin to blow.
I snuggle farther beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.
Confused I may be,
I can’t set him free.
He has me in his thrall,
but I refuse to fall.
After I shut my eyes for the night,
it’s his face I see in the dim light.
THE DEAD GAME
A small town on the coast of Florida offers tourists white-sanded beaches, blue skies, and an opportunity to vacation with the elite of society. Too bad the rich and famous include creatures of the night. How did this happen, you might ask?
While vampires inhabit every country in the world, they blend peacefully with humanity. In Oasis, Florida, the human inhabitants have no idea vampires or hybrids, which are a part vampire/ part human mix, live in their midst.
In recent years, the world’s vamp population has been threatened by a rogue group of vampires with bloodlust running through their veins. THE DEAD have infiltrated the vamps of Oasis and wrestle for control. They want to rule the world.
Linda, her best friend, Shana, and their group of young friends learn of THE DEAD. They join forces with the vampires and hybrids of Oasis. They travel undercover to an exclusive club in Disney World with the two hybrids, Todd and Sam, to locate THE DEAD’s base of operations.
Why did I choose THE CLUB at Disney World for the vampires’ base? Is there such a club in Disney where its members are the elite of society?
Yes. There is. It’s called CLUB 33. Walt Disney created the club in Disneyland in the New Orleans section. It sits behind a door with the number 33. A door that resembles all other doors on the quaint streets. If you are lucky enough to be invited by a member, you will walk through the doorway to an elegant entranceway. The hosts will greet you and take you to one of the parlors, where you may peruse the showcases of Walt Disney’s favorite things. Maybe Mary Poppins’ umbrella or a speaking parrot sitting above a clock. The adventure continues in the dining room, where toots of steamboats provide the aura of being in New Orleans.
You can climb the staircase or use the old elevator.
Visit the showcases of Disney memorabilia.
Once I read of CLUB 33, a club that is forbidden to me, I became obsessed with knowing more. The more I learned, the more I wanted to give it to my vampires. I used the images in my mind of CLUB 33 in Disneyland to create THE CLUB in Disney World. And wait until you see what they do to THE CLUB. You will never look at Disney World the same way again.
And guess what? I read CLUB 33 opened in Disney World. Too bad. I had my club first or what’s left of it.
Wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow the streets with the rain.
The ocean takes it far away
To places, we cannot say.
Where no one can feel its sharpened sting
Or know the infliction it may bring.
Let the rain grow harder with might,
Hailing on this dark, fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain,
Standing clean and free from the pain.
I hold my head high to the wet spray
as it turns into a mist of gray.
Once the faucet has shut for the night,
I’m left at peace with the coming light.
Floating in the dark of night
After the birds take flight.
Out in the sea, I drift alone,
Where no one else dares to roam.
Tears fall upon my face
As they step up their pace.
Flooded with grief and despair.
I free my braid and cut chunks of hair.
I don’t need to be a beauty anymore.
He’s walked out of the proverbial door.
I am free to drift with the night or
Visit the depths of the ocean floor.
No one searches for me.
I take a step, I’m free.
Source:polind
The night is here
and much too soon.
Darkness descends
with the full moon.
I shiver from the cold
as a strong wind whips past.
The moon hovers closer.
I hope this doesn’t last.
Dark shadows gather.
Trees fade in the mist.
Night has won again.
I can’t handle this.
The moon’s glare defeats me.
I retreat to my lair.
With the wind at my back,
I must escape from here.
THE DEAD GAME
Night turns into day,
Day turns into night.
I feel myself sway,
As I hold onto the light.
The night numbs me,
Frighteningly cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
I prefer the day
When the sun shines.
The night can be fey,
Dark streaking the pines.
Night turns into day.
Day turns into night.
Days become gray,
I have no more
strength to fight.
