HEAR THEM ROAR

 

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Prey Art Print By Daniel Taylor

Tigers pace in their cages,

Waiting to be set free.

Animals fill the basement,

An awful sight to see.

Leashes jangle against bars.

Metal against metal rings loud.

As the gates slowly lift open,

Pointy teeth glisten without sound.

This cannot be happening.

This cannot be so.

No way are there tigers

In the basement below.

THE DEAD GAME

HEAR THEM ROAR

lesstalkmoreillustration

Prey Art Print By Daniel Taylor

Tigers pace in their cages,

Waiting to be set free.

Animals fill the basement.

An awful sight to see.

Leashes jangle against bars.

Metal against metal rings loud.

As the gates slowly lift open,

Pointy teeth glisten without sound.

This cannot be happening.

This cannot be so.

No way are there tigers

in the basement below.

THE DEAD GAME

BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3

BEHIND DOOR NUMBER 3 

Down the stairs we go,
Down to the dark basement
of the deserted End House.
What happened here 5 years ago?

A freak storm is what happened.
The innocent family living here
disappeared into the raging waves
of the Atlantic Ocean.

Now we’re locked in the basement.
We’ve lived through the 
swinging traps and circular saws.
No way back but forward.

Three closed doors stand before us. 
The horrors behind the first two doors 
had almost killed us. 
Door number 3 is waiting.

We walk in.
Pitch black.
Yellow eyes peer at us 
through the bars of cages.

Soon the animals are free.

The game has begun. 

THE DEAD GAME

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NIGHT

1. 

   lesstalkmoreillustration

   Prey Art Print By Daniel Taylor

   
   

   
   

   Tigers pace in their cages.

   Waiting to be set free.

   Roars fill the basement.

   Leashes jangle against bars.

   This cannot be happening.

   This cannot be so.

   No way are there tigers

   in the basement below.

   
   

   
   
2. 

   
   

   A swarm of bats.

   Circling our heads.

   Nowhere to run.

   Nowhere to hide.

   A cave in a house.

   How can that be?

   In Oasis, Florida,

   Anything can be.

   
   

   
   
3. 

   orifice-torture

   by ehsan-safavie

   
   

   He comes in the night.

   Ready for the fight.

   He’ll slay us alive.

   No one will survive.

   His eyes burn blood red.

   Gleaming in his head.

   He leads The Dead right to me.

   I won’t go on bended knee.

   The creatures will be here.

   Their footsteps are too near.

   I bow my head to pray.

   Let us live one more day.

   THE DEAD GAME

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

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I was looking through pictures online to find one
that would cheer me up on such a dreary day.
Look what I found!
An elephant with its baby made to look like a circus.
A circus can be fun with balloons and lights.
Don’t forget the elephants and tigers.
A circus can also be scary.
There are clowns and men throwing knives.
That’s it!
My mind has drifted to the creepy again.
I guess that’s why my book contains a scene
in a circus, where someone is being chased by
clowns and knife-throwers.
The character doesn’t know if she’s in a nightmare or actually
running for her life through a maze of mirrors.
You can’t teach an animal new tricks—in this case me.
A circus will always be a frightful place for me, and my
dark thoughts will always lead me there.

THE DEAD GAME DAY 52

     The animals’ noises grew louder and more vicious-sounding. Mike turned around to find the cages wide open. The animals were in the middle of the room, saliva dripping from their open mouths…advancing on them…stalking their new prey.

     “Hurry up! Quickly open the door! The animals are loose and are coming toward us!” Mike could hear the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears.

     “I can’t find the opening on my own! Help me! If we hurry, maybe we can get out of here in one piece!” David shouted at them. He was searching the bricks around the door to find the one that would open the huge metal door for them.

     They joined him in the search.

     Mike knew that they had only a few precious seconds to spare before they were eaten alive by the wild animals. He could hear them breathing right behind him. He imagined their hot, heavy breath on the back of his neck, their sharp teeth glistening, preparing to dig into his soft flesh. He closed his eyes in defeat.

     “I found it!” screamed David. He pushed the lever that opened the door wide open. After they hurried through, the door slammed shut on the animals eager to rip them wide open.
      They found themselves outside by the pool.



 

 Okay, more vicious animals.

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS AND SEE WHERE THEY TAKE YOU
I didn’t say that your dreams are always good.
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