Showing posts with label Edgar Allen Poe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edgar Allen Poe. Show all posts

Friday, December 11, 2015

THE RAVEN'S LAST CHANCE




nitratediva:
Bela Lugosi recites some Poe in The Raven (1935).
The raven sits quietly while Lugosi reads the lines.
It sits as still as a lifeless statue.
But what if it isn’t lifeless?
What if it’s just waiting?
Waiting for the actor
to stop droning on.
For the room to become quiet
so that he could pounce.
The way he was supposed to
in The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.
He must perform for his namesake.
The world could use one less actor.
Couldn’t it?
Swoosh…

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

THE RAVEN'S LAST CHANCE

nitratediva:
Bela Lugosi recites some Poe in The Raven (1935).
The raven sits quietly while Lugosi reads the lines.
It sits as still as a lifeless statue.
But what if it isn’t lifeless?
What if it’s just waiting?
Waiting for the actor
to stop droning on.
For the room to become quiet
so that he could pounce on him.
The way he was supposed to
in The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.
He must perform for his namesake.
The world could use one less actor.
Couldn’t it?
Swoosh…

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

THE TELL-TALE HEART


blackoutraven:

Kingdom Hearts

Can you feel your heart beating?
Is it beating too fast?
Do you feel trapped?
That is because you are.
You’re standing in a pool of water,
in the basement of End House,
wearing your party clothes.
But there is no party, no host and no guests.
The door behind you locks shut.
The only way is forward,
through the falling cages
with their sharp edges,
ready to ensnare their next victim.
Circular saws begin to descend,
looking for heads to slice off.
Run!
Run for your life!
The owner of End House takes no prisoners.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881
blackoutraven:
Kingdom Hearts
Can you feel your heart beating?
Is it beating too fast?
Do you feel trapped?
That is because you are.
You’re standing in a pool of water,
in the basement of End House,
wearing your party clothes.
But there is no party, no host and no guests.
The door behind you locks shut.
The only way is forward,
through the falling cages
with their sharp edges,
ready to ensnare their next victim.
Circular saws begin to descend,
looking for heads to slice off.
Run!
Run for your life!
The owner of End House takes no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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

Thursday, January 23, 2014