Showing posts with label mortals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mortals. Show all posts

Monday, August 18, 2014

FLY AWAY



If I could fly a plane,
I would take it high above the clouds
to soar to new heights.
I would look down at the ants below
and marvel at how small and
insignificant they now seem.
Goodbye mere mortals
with your boring jobs.
I won’t be back.
I’ll find a mountaintop
to land upon.
A mountain clear of people
and houses.
Hello Freedom!

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

END HOUSE

artchipel:

END HOUSE


This picture perfectly represents the scene where the young

residents of Oasis entered End House for the first time.
              The deserted house stood alone at the edge of a steep cliff overlooking the ocean. No one was there to greet them except absolute quiet and darkness. It was supposed to have been a surprise party for them, but there was no host to greet them. There were no other guests.
              In the main hallway, a marble staircase faced them. Candles were lit on the staircase and along the house’s right hallway, daring them to venture farther into the house. The split up into two groups: the first group followed the candles downstairs; while the second group climbed the staircase to check out the upstairs.
              What lay ahead for this group of friends? Will they make it out alive from this house? Who is the mysterious host who had planned this fake party? Will there be games for them to play? And if so, will these games be innocent or deadly?
                 Read “The Dead Game” by Susanne Leist to find these answers and much more.
http://outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame
http://amazon.com/author/thedeadgame
http://amzn.com/1478704489 
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881
artchipel:
END HOUSE
This picture perfectly represents the scene where the young
residents of Oasis entered End House for the first time.
              The deserted house stood alone at the edge of a steep cliff overlooking the ocean. No one was there to greet them except absolute quiet and darkness. It was supposed to have been a surprise party for them, but there was no host to greet them. There were no other guests.
              In the main hallway, a marble staircase faced them. Candles were lit on the staircase and along the house’s right hallway, daring them to venture farther into the house. The split up into two groups: the first group followed the candles downstairs; while the second group climbed the staircase to check out the upstairs.
              What lay ahead for this group of friends? Will they make it out alive from this house? Who is the mysterious host who had planned this fake party? Will there be games for them to play? And if so, will these games be innocent or deadly?
                 Read “The Dead Game” by Susanne Leist to find these answers and much more.

http://outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame
http://amazon.com/author/thedeadgame
http://amzn.com/1478704489
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

Sunday, February 16, 2014

WE'RE READY FOR YOU


WE’RE READY FOR YOU


COME!
DON’T BE AFRAID!
THE DEAD ARE FRIENDLY.
THEY LOVE THEIR MORTALS
FOR DINNER.
COME!
DON’T BE AFRAID!
THE DEAD ARE FRIENDLY.
THEY LOVE THEIR MORTALS
FOR DINNER.
(Source: batwingdreams)

THERE’S MOVEMENT IN THE CEMETERY.
SHADOWS ARE CREEPING AROUND THE GRAVES.
THE WIND IS MOANING.
A LOW FOG IS FORMING.
BE ADVISED THAT
THE DEAD RISE AFTER DARK.
THE DEAD GAME
THERE’S MOVEMENT IN THE CEMETERY.
SHADOWS ARE CREEPING AROUND THE GRAVES.
THE WIND IS MOANING.
A LOW FOG IS FORMING.
BE ADVISED THAT
THE DEAD RISE AFTER DARK.
THE DEAD GAME
(Source: killedtheinnocentpeople)

  • THE DEAD HAVE ARRIVED.

THE DEAD HAVE ARRIVED.

  • WE’RE READY FOR YOU.
COME AS YOU ARE.
WE HAVE GAMES AND FOOD.
BE READY TO STAY ALL NIGHT.
THE DEAD LOVE TO PARTY.

WE’RE READY FOR YOU.
COME AS YOU ARE.
WE HAVE GAMES AND FOOD.
BE READY TO STAY ALL NIGHT.
THE DEAD LOVE TO PARTY.
(Source: nospheratusblack666)

  • saint:

SUNSET
THE SUN IS SETTING,
IT’S TIME TO GO HOME
AND LOCK YOUR DOORS.
DARK SHADOWS ROAM THE STREETS
OF OASIS AT NIGHT.
NO ONE IS SAFE OUTSIDE.
THE DEAD DON’T TAKE PRISONERS.

saint:
SUNSET
THE SUN IS SETTING,
IT’S TIME TO GO HOME
AND LOCK YOUR DOORS.
DARK SHADOWS ROAM THE STREETS
OF OASIS AT NIGHT.
NO ONE IS SAFE OUTSIDE.
THE DEAD DON’T TAKE PRISONERS.