THE EMPTY STAIRCASE

I close my eyes to sleep,

and what do I see?

The staircase from my past.

The stairs from my

elementary school.

I can hear the children’s voices

as they climb the stairs to classes.

I hear their shouts as they descend

to the basement for lunch.

I can’t see their faces.

I only hear their voices.

The staircase waits for me.

If I return,

will my dream go away?

I drift back to sleep and

dream of the empty staircase.

SAVE ME

dolcemania by Daryl Feril

Save me.

Save me from my demons.

My nightmares.

My actions.

Save me from myself.

Source:darylferil.com

LIMTED ACCESS

Our view of the world is limited
to what our minds
can see and understand.
As we look out at the world
with our human eyes,
it’s as if we’re looking through
a small and narrow keyhole.
A keyhole that lets in only
select sights and sounds.
We should not be so comfortable
and arrogant with our lives,
for we are just specks in the universe.
Specks that are allowed only limited access.

BEAUTY ALL AROUND US

clusterpod:

Mycena interrupta
Myrtle Forest, Collinsvale, Tasmania

Beauty can be found in
the most unusual places.
Beauty surrounds us each day.
It can take on many forms.
It can be a soft laugh.
The smell of a rain shower.
A dog wagging its tail.
We are surrounded by beauty
whether we are able to discern it or not.

IN THE SHADOWS

sildiogo:

What do you see when
you look into the shadows?
Do you see a hummingbird
or maybe a dark creature?
I would rather be haunted by
pretty creatures than dark shadows.
However, we don’t always have control
over what our minds show us.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 173

Chapter 32

Intense feelings of claustrophobia began to overwhelm Shana in the narrow, confined space. The air was becoming heavier and thicker. She thrust her hand in front of her, where she could actually feel the air: it felt strangely thick and spongy. When she tried to move her arm back down, she found that it was being held firmly in place. She was being sucked into the unyielding darkness, where some unnatural force was probably lying in wait for them.

     She felt a slight shift in the air—possibly even a slight breeze. The darkness slowly lifted and loosened its hold on her arm. She turned to flee, but her hasty escape was interrupted by a high-pitched, blood-curdling scream. What now? What else could be in store for them?       

     She looked ahead into the darkness and spotted Louise, standing as still as a statue with her huge blue eyes wide open in horror as she stared at the far end of the tunnel. The group edged closer to Louise and watched the bizarre scene that was being played out in front of them. 

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OUR TRUE FACE

OUR TRUE FACE

pixelated-nightmares:

Mikey by JohnBranhamArt

Is this you?
At times I feel this way.
I feel like murdering someone.
Cutting their heart out
of their mean and vengeful body.
But we can’t.
We’re humans with
compassion and forgiveness
in our hearts.
But it does feel good to think
like this when we’re hurt and angry.
So think your crazy thoughts and
then put on your happy face.
No one will ever know.

• 

OUR TRUE FACE
What face do you show to the world?
Is it a happy face with smiles and laughs?
Or a sad face with frowns and whimpers?
Whatever face we might show,
there’s another face hidden behind it.
Our true face that very few see.
The face that accurately reflects our dreams,
desires, fears, and thoughts.
Complex thoughts that are never revealed to others.
As I watch people, I try to envision their true face.
At times, I can see it in their eyes;
for eyes more accurately reflect our inner thoughts.
So put on your fake face but you can only try to
disguise yourself with your eyes.
For the eyes tell all.

DREAMS, FANTASIES, NIGHTMARES AND VISIONS

DREAMS, FANTASIES, NIGHTMARES AND VISIONS

The Facebook Event is here today! Sunday!
Please join in on the fun.
Games and prizes!
My time slot is 2:00-4:00 Eastern.

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DREAMS, FANTASIES, NIGHTMARES AND VISIONS

DREAMS, FANTASIES, NIGHTMARES AND VISIONS

The Facebook Event is here today!
Please join in on the fun.
Games and prizes!

My time slot is 8:00-10:00 Eastern.

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THE BIG FACEBOOK EVENT

DREAMS, FANTASIES, NIGHTMARES, AND VISIONS

Dreams, Fantasies, Nightmares, and Visions

Facebook Event coming soon to a theater or chair near you.
Please join us.
Authors will be presenting their books and offering prizes.
Go home or sit in your chair while you win books.
No energy or movement required.

https://www.facebook.com/events/293612200816670/
I will be presenting on June 19th at 8:00-10:00

and June 22nd at 2:00-4:00 Eastern time

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DREAMS, FANTASIES, NIGHTMARE, AND VISIONS

Dreams, Fantasies, Nightmares, and Visions

Facebook Event coming soon to a theater or chair near you.
Please join us.
Authors will be presenting their books and offering prizes.
Go home or sit in your chair while you win books.
No energy or movement required.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1439009819683643/?fref=nf

I will be presenting on June 19th at 8:00-10:00
and June 22nd at 2:00-4:00 Eastern time

Dreams, Fantasies, Nightmares, and Visions

Facebook Event coming soon to a theater or chair near you.
Please join us.
Authors will be presenting their books and offering prizes.
Go home or sit in your chair while you win books.
No energy or movement required.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1439009819683643/?fref=nf

I will be presenting on June 19th at 8:00-10:00
and June 22nd at 2:00-4:00 Eastern time

MULTI-AUTHOR EVENT JUNE 18- JUNE22

Don't forget about the big Facebook Event on 6/18-6/22
DREAMS, FANTASIES, NIGHTMARES, & VISIONS
THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST will be presenting.
Fun and games for all.
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Dreams, Fantasies, Nightmares, & Visions

Oasis, Florida appears beautiful and peaceful with its white-sanded beaches and blue water. Tourists vacation at The Oasis Hotel and shop at the quaint stores in town. Little do they know, but evil is hiding behind the town's friendly faces. Why do the older residents hide in their homes during the day and only come out at night? Are they attending the secret meetings on the hill?
For other examples of paradise gone bad, visit our Facebook Event. Authors will present their books, play games, and give away prizes. You will visit  lands of dreams, fantasies, nightmares, and visions.

WHAT DO WE SEE?

We see the world through our own eyes.
But what are we seeing?
Do we see reality or our own perception of reality?
Is our brain filtering out what we don't care to see?
Am I seeing the same thing as you?
I believe we all look at the world in different ways.
We could be looking at the same thing,
but seeing something entirely different.
I'd be curious to see the world through
a set of different eyes.
Who knows what these eyes might show me.
 

ARE WE EVER ALONE?

blackoutraven:

 World of Darkness

Are we ever truly alone?
Do we carry with us
the spirits of the past?
The loved one who have
passed on to the next life.
Have they really left us?
I can still feel them around me.
Are they happy with me?
I won’t find out until I’ve joined them.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 119

Once inside, they were stunned by the drastic transformation from the colorless scene outside. Whereas the outside was dull and lifeless, the inside was alive with colors and a wide range of fabrics and styles. In the front hall, Linda twirled around in a circle to admire the museum-quality rugs, paintings, furniture, and chandelier. The house looked like a page torn out from a nineteenth-century magazine.
James took them on a grand tour through the countless number of rooms in the house. The hallways were lined with mirrors, with intricate carvings around them. The first room they entered was a sitting room, decorated in a French style. The room was painted a bright yellow color with matching cushions and drapery. Everything looked much too delicate to touch, so Linda just observed without touching anything.
Next they entered a huge library, its four walls filled with books all the way up to its high vaulted ceiling. Linda, who had always loved books, walked around the room, touching the bindings on the old books. She couldn’t believe that any library in the world could carry such a vast collection of priceless books in one place. Shana had to drag her away from the library to continue on with their tour.
James led them to the kitchen, which seemed to be straight from the past, with old-time appliances and a huge hearth. There wasn’t one modern appliance—like a dishwasher or even a coffee maker. Linda wondered about who cooked in this huge mansion. Then she began envisioning the whole place as a pretty illusion. No cooking or cleaning was ever done here—since no one lived here. The fancy period rooms simply disappeared when they left the house.
They were led to the ballroom, which Linda felt was the most beautiful room, with its massive sparkling crystal chandelier and mirrored walls. The room was enormous, with an open dance floor—just waiting for the right party, except she didn’t believe that any dancing would ever take place here.
Afterward, James guided them upstairs to view the ornate bedrooms: each room having its own theme correlating to the time period of the room’s furniture. One room resembled a bedroom in the South during the Civil War, with heavy draperies and rugs—similar to the furnishings in the movie Gone With the Wind. Another bedroom looked very English, with needlepoint pillows laid out on its huge canopied bed.
Linda’s favorite bedroom was decorated in the theme of the Wild West, with cowboy boots standing by the bed, sawdust on the floor, and a lasso resting along the top of the dresser. She could see the cowboy sauntering in after a hard day lassoing horses, leaving his boots by the bed and his lasso on the dresser, before flopping down on the bed. She could almost hear the sounds of gunfire in the distance.
Linda reluctantly followed James and Shana back down the stairs after their fascinating tour was completed. They bid their host goodbye and departed from the unreal mansion with its elaborate but empty rooms.
“Am I going to hear an ‘I told you so’?”
Linda replied, “No…I would never give up the chance that I’ve just had to touch all those precious books.”
“But I don’t think they were really there,” she continued.
“I don’t think the house or any of it was real. How could a man live there alone without servants? He doesn’t even go into town…. How could he survive like that?”
“He could survive if he was a vampire.”
Linda finally understood what Shana was hinting at: John was a vampire and therefore, Abe and Anna were keeping a close eye on him. “There seem to be too many vampires roaming around this town.”
“I think one vampire is too many. We’d better get back before dark and Todd finds you gone. I don’t want him to know what we’ve been up to.”
“The less Todd and Sam know the better.”

THE DEAD LOVE TO PARTY

THE DEAD LOVE TO PARTY

COME!
USE THE DOOR KNOCKER.
SEE IF ANYONE IS HOME.
THEY ARE EXPECTING YOU.
A PARTY IS BEING HELD IN YOUR FAVOR.
DON’T BE AFRAID,
WE DON’T BITE.
THAT IS UNTIL MIDNIGHT.
THEN ALL HELL IS LET LOOSE.
THE DEAD LOVE TO PARTY.

THE DEAD GAME.

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

The whole town is dead,
even the fish.
The Dead take no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

DEEP SLEEP

DEEP SLEEP

those-who-suffer-survive:

Do you ever feel that you are in a nightmare?
You try to open your eyes but can’t.
Different scenes flash before your eyes,
and you can’t stop them.
People from the past are mingling with
characters from your present.
The story lines don’t make sense.
Events aren’t happening in order.
How do you escape from this?
How do you wake up?
You can’t.
You can’t wake up until your mind
is ready to let you.
Your subconscious wants you to see
the sights flashing before your eyes.
It is all for a reason.
You might not know the reason, but
there is a reason.
And when your mind is ready,
you will wake up.
Maybe you’ll be groggy,
But just maybe you’ll have a
better understanding of your subconscious.

EVIL IN ITS MANY FORMS

THE DEAD HAVE RISEN

THE DEAD ARE RISING UP

witchinqhour:

SHANA KEPT TURNING OVER
CARDS THAT REVEALED DEATH.
NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES
SHE DEALT HER HAND OF CARDS.
THE RESULTS WERE ALWAYS THE SAME.
THE DEAD GAME.

• 

THE FULL MOON
WITH A FULL MOON,
COMES EVIL IN ITS
MANY FORMS.

THE DEAD BODY ON THE BEACH
THIS WAS THE FIRST BODY THAT
WAS FOUND IN OASIS.
IT WAS THE BEGINNING OF
A DARK TIME FOR THE TOWN.
NOT KNOWING WHO TO TRUST,
THEY TRUSTED NO ONE—
NOT EVEN EACH OTHER.
THE DEAD GAME

• 

witchinqhour:
SHOULD WE CLIMB UP OR GO DOWN?
EITHER CHOICE ENDS UP WITH US DEAD.
MIGHT AS WELL ENJOY THE FESTIVITIES
WHEN WE CAN.
THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN.

•  

SHOULD WE DANCE ALL NIGHT?
WE WILL DANCE AND DANCE
WHILE THE EVIL GATHERS AROUND US.
READY TO STRIKE AT ANY TIME.
END HOUSE AT OASIS

jorgerocha78:

GLISTENING EVIL
EVIL CAN SPARKLE AT TIMES.
IT CAN DECEIVE AND MISDIRECT.
BE CAREFUL.