WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO HUMANKIND?

What has happened to humankind?

Horror created by the collective evil mind.

They climb walls and cross a border

To enact terror against law and order.

Who attacks a music festival in farm fields,

While kidnaping babies as body shields?

The world can’t comprehend the bloodthirst

Nor explain the mind capable of this terror-thirst.

Our borders must be protected from the vicious horde,

Before the world succumbs to hatred across the board.

IT IS HERE

Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved How can it be here, my ultimate fear? A force to be reckoned, Growing by the second. Thrashing waves at the shore, I can’t take it anymore. My dying wish can’t be to be consumed by the sea.

YELLOW NIGHTMARE

Sunflowers face off.

They’ve come alive.

Invade my dreams.

Star in my nightmares.

Green arms to strike.

Yellow faces too grim.

A field behind each.

Ready for the battle ahead.

THE DEAD GAME

What do you think of the new description of THE DEAD GAME?

I’ve been busy editing my second book in THE DEAD GAME SERIES. I bought an editing program, ProWriting Aid. It analyzes my sentences to death. I have one hundred pages to edit. It has taken me six months to edit the first two hundred. I get sidetracked by writing poetry, promoting my first book, and life. 

I wrote a new description of my first book and even brightened its colors for promotion. I want to know what my followers think of my changes.

I had hoped to publish book two by the end of the year, but I’m editing it to the bitter end. Once completed, I will release the book and its title. I am learning patience.

Thank you, everyone, for following me on my journey.

Book 1 in Series

Linda Bennett moves from New York to Florida to live a quieter life. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life in Oasis is perfect until the dead body washes on shore. She learns dead bodies and disappearing tourists are typical for this small town. As soon as the sun sets, dark shadows stalk Linda and her friends. Once the stores shut for the night, the young residents hide behind closed doors. The same time, the original residents hold parties at their mansions and appear in town.

Life becomes more complicated for Linda and her group. They receive an unsigned invitation to a party at End House, a deserted mansion that hides a sinister history. On the night of the party, the house waits for them filled with revolving rooms upstairs and cages of wild animals in the basement. Horrifying traps and illusions face them at every turn. With wild animals at their backs, the young residents flee for their lives.

They embark on an arduous journey, not knowing whom to trust, to uncover the one controlling the evil game and their town. Who are The Dead? Are they humans or vampires? Will Linda lose her heart to Todd? Will her best friend, Shana, fall for Sheriff Sam? Is a second book needed?

The Dead Game has begun.

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

Source: PENNYWISE

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

A quiet hotel room.

Shabby furniture.

A dim light glows from

the bedside lamp.

A high-pitched sound

pierces the stale air.

The T.V. turns on.

A clown’s face appears.

He stares at you and says,

“Why are you here?

How dare you enter my room.

If you don’t leave right away,

I will have to kill you.”

His hand reaches through the screen.

His body emerges.

He stands on the worn carpet.

You are no longer alone.

A POEM WRITTEN FOR ME! by KENNY MCPHEE — “SPOOKY SUSANNE”

I’m surprised and honored to have a poem written for me by fellow poet, Kenny McPhee.  Most of my poetry is on the spooky side. I began writing poetry as a way to showcase my book. Soon I found I love to write poems. I’ve added nature and inspiration to my repertoire, but I’m basically a creepy poet.

SPOOKY SUSANNE You enjoy a walk on the dark side, susanne if you take a train, it will be the ghost train if you have a dream, it will make you scream you like to shiver and feel the menace of demons, ghouls and shady fellers you’re into stephen king and james herbert I bet you have a rat for a pet and paranormal tendencies Nobody true, they say, but once in a while a poet can make the spine tingle with the rightness of his or her words.  May you enjoy the holy terror, my dear, forever more!

BOOK OF NIGHTMARES

My dreams haunt me.

They torment me each night.

They follow me,

Giving my heart a fright.

I’ve put my demons in my book

To ease my troubled mind.

Why don’t you take a closer look,

And see what you can find?

DON’T LEAVE ME

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Koh tao sunset by Aylin Kinacioglu

Please don’t set.

Don’t remove your light.

Your warmth.

Your heat.

The nights are cold.

The shadows are long.

Don’t allow the moon its space.

It brings horror in its light.

Shadows in its path.

Please don’t leave me.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE HUNT

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THE HUNT

It first comes slowly
in the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet,
it draws near.
You run faster,
but it speeds up.
You dash into a building,
an empty school.
It soon follows,
bringing with it a silence.
You can feel its presence
as it moves closer.
It follows you
down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
You jiggle the knobs.
They’re all locked.
​You turn around
and stand strong.
Darkness falls
to encompass all.

DEMONS WITHIN

Source:livetalskare 

A light shines from within.

From a lone window.

Darkness veils the others.

Demons trapped in their cells.

Locked in their prisons.

Waiting for their master.

To unleash its terror.

THE DEAD GAME

TICK TOCK

Source:lightsindarkuniverse 

TICK TOCK

Tick tock tick tock

Chimes the old clock.

Cold like a vault.

All dancers halt.

Evil so near.

The Dead are here.

Heads are rolling.

Game of bowling.

Midnight is here.

Nothing to fear.

THE DEAD GAME

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TAKEN

End House looms in the foggy distance.

It was taken without resistance.

It belongs to The Dead.

They have made their own bed.

I fear the Oasis nights.

Terror taken to new heights.

They return to town with force,

Wolf leading on a black horse.

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GREEN WAVES

The waves rise in strength.

Converging on the town.

Translucent green towers.

Swirling in their demented dance.

Clouds following in their wake.

Growing cotton balls in grey.

Rumbles of thunder fill the air.

Lightning sparks rainbows of light.

Birds leave en masse.

Hurrying to leave the scene.

They have come to our town.

To support Wolf in his quest.

Oasis will soon fall.

To The Dead and their thrall.

THE DEAD GAME