MY OWN OASIS

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Does this place exist?

Is it an illusion?

I need palm trees.

My own oasis.

An escape from the world.

Empty of people.

I can see it.

Feel the hot sunshine.

Cold water on my toes.

A paradise so sweet.

Honey on my lips.

I’m there right now.

Don’t bother me.

LET'S TAKE A WALK

Let’s take a walk.
Down the path
covered in flowers.
Down the stairs
to the beach.
Can you feel the ocean breeze?
Can you smell the flowers?
The sun rides high in the sky.
My mood is riding as high.
Let’s not stop.
Let’s keep walking.
Fisherman are bringing in their catch.
Seagulls circle around them.
Searching for any scraps of fish.
Can you smell the fish?
A unique aroma.
Let’s sit down and
watch the waves,
lapping at the shore.
At this moment,
life feels perfect.
Life is perfect.

THE OCEAN

niadil:

The ocean.
Salty.
Brisk.
Morning fresh.
Ripples.
Mesmerizing.
Tantalizing.
Alive.
There's nothing more to say.

A BIRD

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Rise and Shine by Sabir Ayaz

To keep flying.
Or to join my friends.
So many choices.
All are good.
The sun is setting.
I can feel its warmth
on my feathers.
While the warm breeze ruffles them.
The water looks calm.
I can see my friends swimming
with the current.
They look content and happy.
What a beautiful day
to be alive.
To be a bird.

UNDER THE SEA

Beneath the sea.
So many wonders to see.
Colors and textures to explore.
Is man welcome in this private
domain of sea life?
Once man swims below,
they scurry away, frightened.
Where they had once felt safe
has now become
a place of fear.
Go back up to the surface,
intruders of the ocean,
and allow the creatures of the sea
to roam free once more.

ANCHORS IN THE WIND

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Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall

Life hangs in the balance.
Calm blue waters.
Pretty pink sand.
Palm trees waving in the breeze.
But life hangs in the balance.
One big burst of wind and
the palm trees will go flying.
Lifted from their roots,
from their anchor to the ground.
One small breeze.
One incidental shift in the wind.
And all could be gone.
The more precarious,
the more precious life becomes.

A DAY AT THE BEACH

I want to be at the beach.
I want to walk down the wood stairs
and step into the soft sand.
Let the sand flow through my toes.
Feel the hot sun on my face.
Smell the breeze coming off the ocean.
Watch the birds swoop down to pick
at the fish near the surface of the water.
Hear the soft lapping of the waves at the shore.
Feel the cold water hitting my body.
So good!
So cold!
Everything comes at a price.
Even in your dreams.

DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN

What do you see when you
gaze into the ocean?
Do you see the strength of its waves?
Do you see the vast array of colors?
Do you watch as it pounds the shore,
sometimes with great fury?
Do you see the creatures living
in its murky depths?
I see this and much more.
Its beauty and life force is beyond comparison.
It is perfection.

A DOOR

I love doors.
What do the open to?
What’s behind this one?
If I were to guess, then
I would say that the ocean
lies behind this door.
A white stairway, with colorful
flowers growing on each side,
leads down to white sand.
Sand so soft that it feels like
velvet between your toes.
Before you, all you can see is ocean
in shades of blue and green.
In my mind, I run down the stairs
and sit down in the sand.
I take a deep breath of salty air
and watch the seagulls swoop
down to catch any fish on the surface
of the clear water.
All this can be seen just from a door.

TAKE TIME TO ENJOY LIFE

benhorton83:

Take time to enjoy the sunset.
Smell the sea air.
Feel the ocean breeze across your face.
Recharge your batteries for a new day.

A PERFECT DAY TURNS TO HORROR

The perfect seaside paradise.
Oasis, Florida offers white-sand beaches,
blue skies, and tropical breezes.
The soft waves lap at the shore.
Linda and her friends prepare a barbeque
on the beach.
They are having fun—until the waves
and the wind turn violent.
They leave their belongings and run for shelter.
Shelter at the Town Hall, which had withstood
all past disasters.
However, this time it isn’t strong enough.
Lightning and thunder hit around them.
Debris flies through the air, past the
building’s tall windows.
Lightning hits the building.
Stones fly from its walls.
Dark shadows crash through
its windows.
Flying shadows with bodies of bats, and
to Shana’s horror, human heads.
One lifts her by her hair, its sharp
talons digging into her scalp.
She knows that they are in real
trouble this time.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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THEY ARE COMING FOR YOU

Night falls in Oasis.
Shadows grow near.
Shadows that move in the breeze.
Stay clear of these shadows,
for they are coming for you.
The Dead love their games.
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 103

Chapter 18
Early next morning, Linda heard loud shouts coming from outside her apartment that sounded like they were originating from the beach near End House. I hope Todd is still home.
She couldn’t find Todd anywhere so she dressed quickly, with her cats peeking out at her from under the bed, and raced out to the beach. There was a loud commotion of people standing at the edge of the beach—right below End House. She was shocked to see that David was the one doing all the shouting and shrieking. He was standing beside a blanket with his hands waving in the air, his voice becoming higher and higher pitched.
She moved closer and noticed a red shoe sticking out from under a blanket that was draped over a form lying flat on the beach. David ran over. “I found the body when I was taking a walk on the beach by myself. All I was able to see was a red shoe. When I got closer, I realized that the shoe was on a dead body of a young girl. She was totally white—like all her blood had been drained from her body. Are there such things as vampires? I don’t know what to believe anymore. How many bad things could possibly happen in one town?”
Linda scanned the tight cluster of bystanders and spotted Todd talking with the sheriff and his deputy off to the side. She took David’s arm—which quieted him down somewhat—and guided him over to where they were standing. Todd walked over to David and said, “If you hadn’t found her, someone else would have.”
Sheriff Sam said, “She looks like the young photographer who’d been nosing around town this last month. She’d been asking a lot of questions about a girl who’d disappeared last year from the Oasis Hotel.”
“Maybe she’d discovered some information that had gotten her killed,” said Linda. She was concerned about the number of deaths piling up in town.
“We’ll never find out, since that girl has never been found. And the newspaper that this photographer was supposed to have been working for doesn’t even exist,” further explained Sam.
“Let me look into this. She could have been posing as a photographer, but been hired by someone else to dig deeper for answers,” said Todd. He turned to Linda. “Please take David home with you and remain in your house until I can join you. I don’t want you wandering around town without me. From now on, I’ll accompany you to and from work. Since we don’t know who we are up against, we must be extra careful.”
“I’m fine on my own. What about all the blood that had been drained from her body? Who could have done that? Have people been posing as vampires?”
“I’ll get to the bottom of this with the sheriff. Just be careful. Promise me that you’ll listen to me or else I’ll come home with you right now and never again leave your side.”
“All right, I’ll listen to you this time.”
“I think you should always listen to me…you’ll be much safer and happier that way.”