A BEAUTIFUL GAZEBO

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A beautiful gazebo.

Perfect for a wedding.

Fantasy comes to life.

Until the night.

Robed figures circle.

A noose hangs within.

It’s slipped around my neck.

I can’t move.

The figures circle faster.

The winds pick up speed.

I’m hanging.

Watching my life drift away.

A beautiful gazebo.

A DROP OF WATER

A DROP OF WATER

A drop of water.
A drop of nature.
A drop of life.

Clear.
Yet complicated.
Light.
Yet detailed.

Hanging.
By a thread.
Enticing.
To the eye.

So is nature.
So is life.

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

THE NOOSE

The hanging noose is here.
Everything is clear.
The Dead are taking me down.
They want to clean up the town.
“Let’s get rid of Louise,” they say.
“Let her be the first one to pay.”
They are circling me round and round.
I’m hanging with my feet off the ground.
I can recognize one of the creatures.
I’ve already seen those set of features.
But it’s too late for me and the town.
It’s staring at me with a big frown.
“Cheer up,” I want to scream at it.
“Since I’m the one whose buying it.”

THE DEAD GAME
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BUTTERFLY FLY AWAY

phoenix-in-ashes:

BUTTERFLY FLY AWAY


Fly away my butterfly.

Up into the clearing sky.

Away from this park.

Away from the  dark.

        I wish I could fly with you.

        To a sky clear and blue.

         I want to be free from this fight,

         But this noose is holding me tight.

         Farewell to Oasis and my friends.

         This shouldn’t be how the story ends.

         THE DEAD GAME

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THE COLLECTABLES

Perfect Pictures of Health

Saw this picture.
And had to write a story.
The demon of hell.
He collects figurines.
Very collectable they are.
Dressed up in their finery.
Hair brushed.
Shoes shined.
In perfect health.
Hanging from his ceiling.
In the basement of hell.
He keeps them for all eternity.
Hanging in their clear casings.
Perfect pictures of health.
Except for one small fact.
They are all dead.

THE PUPPET MASTER

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THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST

     While the drama was being played out by the group upstairs, Mike, David, and Louise were running for their lives through the backyard, past the dark and empty pool that was illuminated from above by yellow lights.
     The sky above End House lit up with bright flashes of light mixed with loud rumblings of thunder. Red flashing lights streamed through the night sky, followed by bright yellow pulses of light. In contrast, the sky over the rest of the town remained dark and quiet.
     Louise noticed black shapes creeping toward them on the pool deck. She fled down the steep stairs to the beach with Mike and David following close behind. She heard David screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the face of the mountain. Hard objects swiped at her, almost causing her to lose her balance a few times on the slippery stone steps. But she continued on, refusing to look back over her shoulder to face what or who was attacking them.
     She dashed along the beach, feeling as if mounds of sand were being thrust in her face. On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face—like skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.
    Louise ran down Main Street.  She felt all alone. The streets quiet. No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings. She saw candles flickering inside the gazebo. She felt her body being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights. The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches at her face and around her feet, but still she was being propelled forward.
     The gazebo, appearing pretty and tranquil during the day, looked ethereal and unfamiliar to her in the light of the candles. Somehow, the circle of light remained firm despite the violent storm raging all around her. She entered the lit circle…all the while knowing that she had just signed her death sentence. She had no control over her actions any longer; she was like a puppet on a string being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.
     After she was positioned at the precise center of the circle of candles, dark shapes—similar to the ones that had been stalking her for weeks—appeared around the perimeter of the gazebo. They began circling her. As they circled faster and faster, a strong current of air lifted her up high under the roof of the gazebo. She felt a noose being wrapped around her neck. Then she felt it being tugged tighter and tighter until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.
     Without any air left in her lungs…with the world spinning around her…she watched as the shadows slowed down and took on distinct human forms. The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes, glaring up at her. They were chanting in an unfamiliar language. They were clothed in long black robes, their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow. Long metal chains hung from their necks with huge gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.
     One member of the group, taller and much larger than the rest, lifted arms up high to heaven or down to hell below. In response, the winds turned wilder and more violent, moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader. Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness, but she knew that it was too late for her or the town.
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THE DEAD GAME — DAY 166

Linda was hanging over the pool of alligators in Wolf’s house. Maxell was flaunting her powers. How was Linda going to escape from this mess?

     “We’ll be happy to grant your dying wish,” Reece said as he appeared with Leanne and Diane.

     “Welcome, weak and spineless vampires. If you kill me, then my hold on the snake will break and this gorgeous reptile will be free to strangle this stupid human. Whatever he fails to eat, I’m sure the alligators will be happy to finish off. Everyone will be happy—except of course for this human.”

     Since the elders were standing in front of Maxell, they had lost any element of surprise. Their only chance was Hayden again. Mike couldn’t understand why the elders weren’t capable of following through with a simple plan. If they had surprised this Maxell vampire, then they would have been able to overcome her. Now, they had to stand there like idiots, waiting for Hayden to save the day again.

     Todd stared up at Linda. He wanted to offer her some kind of reassurance that everything would be okay, but her eyes were fixed on the tank of alligators. He had to do something to help her; he couldn’t just stand there and watch her die. What could he do? What powers did he possess that could be used here? He knew that his only true power was of suggestion. Then an idea came to him.

     He turned to face Maxell and spoke to someone over her shoulder. “You’re back, Wolf.  I’d assumed that we’d finally seen the last of you.”

     Maxell spun around and gawked at Wolf. “How could you possibly be alive? You died in the alligator pool.”

LIFE IS SHORT

Life is short.
We are born.
Then we die.
What we do in between
is what’s important.
We determine which way
life swings for us.
Are we good?
Are we bad?
A path we alone can determine.
We keep swinging our chains
until our time is over.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.

THE GAZEBO IN THE PARK

THE GAZEBO IN THE PARK

The gazebo stands in the middle
of the town park.
In the daylight hours, it welcomes tourists
and residents with its colorful trellis of flowers.
Children love to play in this creative wonder.
At night, its true nature is revealed.
It stands dark and silent, waiting…
On this night, flickering candles can be
seen in its dark recesses.
A noose is dangling from its wide beams.
Does it have unwelcome visitors?
Who are they waiting for?
Are they waiting for the innocent of Oasis
to wander into its dark depths?
Would you like to be one of them?
THE DEAD GAME
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HANG OUT TO DRY

HANG OUT TO DRY

sweetruffles:

I need to dry off.
Should I hang out here
with the clothes?

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD GAME
Looks like the gazebo in my book.
Without the bodies hanging from nooses
And robed figures circling around
In the dead of night.