THE NIGHT

quietmoodygirl: benjoyment: Last night’s Supermoon.

The night is here.

The moon creeps 

through a thick maze of clouds.

The stars sparkle

in the dark blanket of sky.

Welcome the dark shadows.

The night walkers.

The dreamers.

The ghosts of past years.

Those who walk the earth

in the dead of night.

Welcome the night creatures.

All who are brave enough

to face the night.

For the night is here to stay.

THE NIGHT

quietmoodygirl: benjoyment: Last night’s Supermoon.


The night is here.
The moon creeps forth
through the thick maze of clouds.
The stars sparkle in the dark
blanket of sky.
Welcome the dark shadows.
The night walkers.
The dreamers.
The ghosts of past years.
Those who walk the earth
in the dead of night.
Welcome night creatures.
All who are brave enough
to face the night.
For the night is here to stay.

THE DEAD GAME--DAY 45

     The steps were slippery without any railings for support, forcing them to grab hold of the slimy walls. After making their way down the wet stairs, they heard the door slam shut behind them. Mike ran back up the stairs. “Now we have to continue forward, since there’s no other way out,” Mike said with a new quiver to his voice.

     Mike wasn’t so brave anymore. Louise was distracted by a cold wetness. The dampness was coming from her feet: her feet were wet. She looked down and was horrified to find herself standing in a basement filled with water—water that reached above her ankles and covered most of her leg. She couldn’t understand it; the water had not been there a second ago. A whole pool of water couldn’t just appear on a whim from out of nowhere.