Showing posts with label closed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label closed. Show all posts

Thursday, October 23, 2014

WILL CURIOSITY BE THE DEATH OF YOU?


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The door.
The fear of not knowing.
The fear of knowing.
What to do?
Open and step inside.
You might be happy.
Or you might be dead.
But you’ll never know
until you open that door.

Monday, May 19, 2014

OPEN A BOOK



Open a book.
You will be amazed on what
you'll find inside.
You will be opening your mind
to new thoughts and ideas.
Why be closed minded if you
can explore a world of endless possibilities?

Friday, May 2, 2014

OPEN THE DOOR


Nothing holds more mystery
than a closed door.
What is on the other side?
Should we knock on the door?
Is the house deserted or is
someone waiting or us?
The residents of Oasis 
knock on the door,
but no one is there to greet them.
They open the door and enter.
This was their first mistake.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Nothing holds more mystery
than a closed door.
What is on the other side?
Should we knock on the door?
Is the house deserted or is
someone waiting or us?
The residents of Oasis
knock on the door,
but no one is there to greet them.
They open the door and enter.
This was their first mistake.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Monday, January 27, 2014

THE CLOSED DOOR


WHAT IS BEHIND THE DOOR?
THE DOOR THAT OPENS TO END HOUSE.
A PARTY IS AWAITING US,
OR MAYBE SOMETHING ELSE IS WAITING
BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR.
WHAT IS BEHIND THE DOOR?
THE DOOR THAT OPENS TO END HOUSE.
A PARTY IS AWAITING US,
OR MAYBE SOMETHING ELSE IS WAITING
BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

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.