FANTASY COME TRUE

This is a fantasy come true.

Sunshine in a sky so dark blue.

White sand on a Florida beach.

Within a tourist’s grasping reach.

Until the night rears its dark head.

And tourists disappear from bed.

Can Oasis, Florida be cursed?

Like it’s been carefully rehearsed.

Think twice before coming to shore.

It’s fun and games but so much more.

THE DEAD GAME

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A WALK DOWN THE ROAD

Let’s take a walk down the road.
A road that is bordered on 
both sides by flowers.
A cobblestone road
leading down to the water.
Beautiful houses encircle the
lush mountains around us.
Keep following the steps.
All your dreams will soon come true.

THE DEAD OF NIGHT

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Come to the party.
There will be dancing
and plenty of champagne.
A glass house
with perfect guests
in ballgowns and tuxedos,
circling the dance floor
under sparkling chandeliers.
Frozen statues sprinkled about.
A mermaid fountain waiting
in the rose garden.
Nothing could be better
or more perfect.
That is, until the clock
strikes midnight.
All freeze to the sound.
Many ascend the clear
staircase to the rooms above.
Where have they gone?
And why?
We are left to wonder
with the dwindling number
of guests.
Will our fate be sealed
on this night?
Come and help us.

THE DEAD GAME
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HOW PERFECT

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Watch the water flow.
Down the mountain.
Over the rocks.
Carrying leaves and fish.
To new places.
To new sights.
Watch the fish jump and play.
The sun’s rays reflecting
on the smooth surface.
Listen to the soothing sounds.
The water splashing against
The submerged tree limbs.
How perfect.
How satisfying.
Dip your toes into the cold splendor.
That makes it perfect.

A WALK DOWN THE ROAD

Let’s take a walk down the road.
A road that is bordered on 
both sides by flowers.
A cobblestone road
leading down to the water.
Beautiful houses encircle the
lush mountains around us.
Keep following the steps.
All your dreams will soon come true.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 143

Linda was pulled into the deserted garden to face Wolf and his side-kick Hayden.

     However, Wolf didn’t seem the least bit focused on her, but troubled over something different. “I didn’t come here to play parlor games with you. I need you to convince Todd to join with us. He can never be human or accepted by them. He belongs with us! It makes more sense for him to stick with his own kind.”

     “He’s not like you in any way at all: he cares too deeply for people and is loyal to his friends. On the other hand, you and your kind enjoy killing too much and have no feelings whatsoever.”

     “Todd will never be accepted by humans or by his own kind! He will be an outcast with nowhere to go!” screamed Wolf.

     “Todd is human and will always be accepted by humans.”

     “Let’s kill her now, boss. She’s going to be trouble; I could take her away and no one will ever see her again,” urged Hayden.

     Oops, she did it again: her big mouth had now sealed her fate.

     Wolf strolled over to her with a wicked gleam surfacing in his eyes. “I have a much better use for her in the future. When she finally comes to her senses, she’ll realize that she will be better off with a real vampire with limitless powers than with a pathetic human. She’ll learn about intoxicating love and passion—not the games that humans play that pale in comparison. Here comes the human. Let her go for now.”

     Linda was horrified to find herself wrapped in Wolf’s strong, muscular arms. She became hypnotized by his black eyes and tempted by his deep voice. He seemed perfect in every way. Suddenly, she only wanted to be with him.

     “I’ll be back for you,” promised Wolf as he held her tight against him, whispering dangerously in her ear. ”I love the way you stand up to me with your flashing blue eyes. Soon you’ll be mine, my beautiful ice queen.”

     Linda couldn’t move; she was stuck in some kind of trance…she couldn’t leave or even want to leave if given the choice. His voice soothed her and made her think of love, passion, and great need: a need that could only be met by Wolf with his expert hands and mouth. She knew that one day she was going to be with him, to be joined with him.

     His mouth lowered onto hers, drawing her into a swirling miasma of unexpected feelings and desires. His mouth fully covering hers introduced her to a new realm of pure pleasure. His powerful form enveloped her, making her feel feelings that were foreign and untried for her. She couldn’t get enough of him. She tentatively began touching his face and then his body with an eager and unrelenting hunger.

     She didn’t know what she needed, but she knew that she wanted and desired this beautiful man standing right before her. Her past life was washed out of her mind, never to be considered again. She begged him to take her with him tonight. In response, Wolf lifted her in his arms—as if she weighed nothing—and turned to leave the party. His beautiful face looked victorious and happy. His black eyes filled with passion. She hoped that it was because of her. Then he looked down into her small face and gave a hearty roar.

     While Wolf carried her in his powerful arms, a dark shadow swooped out of the house and flew directly at them. Linda was knocked out of his strong grasp, while Wolf was thrown across the patio.

     She looked up to see who had attacked them. It was Todd, his eyes a deadly shade of green, standing there panting. Linda backed away in horror. His eyes clearing, Todd looked beseechingly at her. “Don’t ever be afraid of me! I’m here to protect you!”

     Then he was struck down by Wolf.

     They began circling each other like two wild animals. Todd thrust his whole body at Wolf, causing Wolf to lose his balance as they crashed together to the ground. Wolf violently pushed Todd aside and swiftly stood back up. He lunged at Todd, who neatly sidestepped his maneuver. Todd quickly retaliated by lifting him high up in the air and flinging him through one of the glass doors to the house. Wolf rose up, dusting glass off his clothing; bewildered that Todd had somehow bested him.

     He warned Todd, who stood before him, “We are not anywhere near finished, my dear friend. The next battle between us will be more private—without so many witnesses. If I were you, I would watch your back…and your pretty little girlfriend,” said Wolf as he stalked away with Hayden following close behind. Todd quickly followed.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 132

      

    Linda felt uncomfortable at the party, even with the beautiful gardens and sparkling glass house. She knew that dark secrets were the underlying the reason for the party.

     The music stopped. The dance was over.

     Todd led her off the dance floor, grasping her hand tightly in his. Hayden was blocking their way. He was standing at the edge of the dance floor, glaring at them as they drew near. However, as soon as they reached him, he abruptly turned around and marched away.

     Todd escorted her to the refreshment table. There were salads, sliced meats, fish dishes, soups, arrays of fruits and vegetables, and a large display of desserts. She wasn’t the least bit hungry, but smiled as he filled their plates. They sat down at a table for two beside one of the tall windows overlooking the sweeping gardens.

     Linda gazed out at the paved walkways, softly lit by torches and the soothing light from the full moon. The gardens were filled with rows of bushes, many of which were colorfully spotted with red roses. Dainty white metal benches were scattered throughout the meandering walkways that zigzagged through the lines of bushes.

     The most beautiful spot in the garden was the large fountain, where water spouted from a mermaid’s mouth down her half-human limbs. On the surface the mermaid appeared to be just a statue, permanently posed in her position. But her eyes revealed a whole other story: a story of hope of one day returning to the ocean. A profound sadness was reflected in her frozen expression.

     Party guests were slowly escaping the loud music to be outside in the moonlight. Linda wanted to be strolling with Todd through the peaceful gardens—just as carefree as the other guests— without her usual fears or anxieties about unexplained disappearances and creeping shadows.

     This scene is so romantic, so why do I feel afraid? Why can’t I relax and enjoy the music and the company? She knew the answer: it was because her friends were being terrorized. The party and the gardens appeared peaceful, but the perpetrator was probably here tonight plotting his next move—just like the rose bushes which were beautiful to admire, but had sharp thorns that drew blood.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 127

     When Linda spun back around, she noticed that Hank and his daughter had already disappeared. She could see them dancing in the middle of the dance floor. He must have led her away pretty quickly—most probably before Mike had a chance to ask any more questions. Hank definitely didn’t like being interrogated. She’d learned that earlier during her very unpleasant encounter with him at his shop.

     While Linda watched the perfect guests dance and mingle, she realized that the party seemed to have a dire purpose behind it. There was much more going on behind the scenes than what appeared on the surface. There was a grave seriousness behind all the gaiety.

     She noticed an exchange of pointed looks pass between Sam and Todd. Todd responded by pulling her against his side, announcing out loud to their companions, “We are going to dance. Have fun! See you later!”

     She didn’t want to be used as a pawn in Todd’s new game. As she tried to ease away from his strong hold on her, his grip became even tighter. He led her around the dance floor, dancing past Sam, who was also leading Shana through the eerie statues and the circling dancers.

     “Maybe I don’t want to dance,” she said, stomping on his toes with the high heel of her shoe. Todd’s only response was to continue dancing and twirling her—as if he hadn’t felt the hard jab from her sharp heel. She eyed him, wondering if he ever got hurt. She sensuously slid her hand up his arm, which seemed to tremble slightly from her touch. Her hand continued to travel up to his neck, touching his soft skin, until he grabbed her hand to move it away from his body. Her eyes slowly met his. His eyes, appearing darker than usual, were smoldering with emotion and maybe even desire. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her wrist very gently, causing it to tingle and throb. On the other hand, he might be human after all.

     She glanced up into his pensive face as he turned to check out the room. His attention was now riveted on the other dancers, ignoring her again. She couldn’t hold his attention for more than a brief minute. How he could be immune to her, when she felt like she was being held both physically and mentally by him? She never could escape from his intense stare; even in her dreams she visualized his dark eyes boring holes deep into her soul.

     Todd broke into her gloomy thoughts. “It’s a dance. Of course you want to dance.” He drew her against his hard body. She felt hypnotized by the smell of his cologne and the feel of his strong arm holding her against him. She ran her hands across his muscular back and into his dark hair. Todd looked deep into her eyes and brought her under his spell. She felt herself losing herself to him. Oh no! Not again! Abruptly snapping back to reality, she told herself that she couldn’t lose control.

     “I don’t want to dance with you!” she said, pulling away from him.

     “Of course you do. I can read your mind; I know what goes on in there,” he said, playfully tapping her forehead with his finger, bringing her back into his arms.

     Todd’s reply made her nervous: she hoped that he really couldn’t read her mind; she also hoped that he wasn’t using her for some nefarious purpose. What had he seen right before he’d dragged her onto the dance floor?  She searched the room, but didn’t notice anything unusual.

THE ART OF NATURE

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