OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 20

What is reality?
And what is fantasy?
Should I run to the cold
Or go to the heat?
I shouldn't have left the party.

Wolf stands under a tree.
His gaze leaves frosty trail-marks
On Linda's shivering body.
The cold air holds her in its thrall.

"Come to me."
Wolf walks forward,
Bringing cold summer nights with him,
Promises of snow-swept sunrises.
He stands frozen in place.

Her shoes dig into the icy cold grass,
Taking her closer to her destiny.
She can't fight it any longer.
She has to give in to the night.

Wolf takes her into his arms.
"You are now mine,
My ice princess."
His lips crush hers in a bruising kiss.

Hot flames burst around her.
Freezing rain washes them away.
Hot and cold feelings overwhelm her.
Each fighting for domination.

Am I ready for this?
Ready for the cold and the night?
Wolf's black eyes lock into hers,
Assuring her,
Drawing her closer to him.

A snapped twig is followed by hot breath.
The ice melts off her.
Her heart pumps blood to her cold limbs.
She moves away from Wolf.

Todd's arms envelope her with their warmth.
They encircle her with feelings of love.
"This is right.
This is my destiny."
She smiles.

Wolf's eyes turn hard and unrelenting.
He backs away from her.
"This battle is not finished"
Are his last words
Before he disappears into the night.

THE DEAD GAME

THE HUNT

THE HUNT

It first comes slowly
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it a silence.
You can feel its presence.
Coming closer.
It’s now moving quickly.
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn.
Close your eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.

WHY DO WE WRITE?

Why do we write?
Our minds want more.
We need to explore the world.
To explore the unknown. 

If we can’t fulfill our dreams in our daily lives,  
Then we can fulfill them in our writing.
Stories about love, evil creatures, and deadly games.

I've always wanted to live in a small town.  
So I created a small town in my book  
And called it, Oasis.

I love to read books.  
The main character moves to Oasis  
And opens a bookstore.

You get the idea.  
The main character, Linda,  
Is living my dream life.

My mind takes a dark turn.
Life is too good and care-free.  
Oasis needs a darker side.

The original residents live in a forest  
And only come out at night.
This is when the fun and games begin.

Do you see where this is going?
If not, you can always read my book.
I finally got my small town, 
Where fantasies come true,  
And some just don’t. 

THE DEAD GAME

THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE FALLS

The river flows black.
The sky lights up.
Hot glows of red, orange, yellow.
Then I hear the explosion.
Loud and deafening. 
My ears ring.
The bridge is in flames.
The beautiful Brooklyn Bridge.
Pieces of metal land in the water.
Cries fill the cold air. 
I'm lost in the frightened crowd.
Someone takes my hand.
I'm pulled to a building.
The door is locked and bolted.
I follow him from building to building.
Until we find an unlocked door.
Sounds of sirens follow us inside.
The door slams shut behind us.
Lines of cars face us.
I look up to see his face.
He turns away.
He leads me down a ramp.
I dig in my feet.
I must see his face.
He turns to me...
I wake up.
I still wonder...about his face.

JESS AND WIGGLE — A NEW BOOK FROM TALENTED AUTHOR, UVI POZNANSKY

I would like to present a 5 star review of Uvi Poznansky’s new book, Jess and Wiggle. Uvi is a talented author and artist. Her words flow like water in a bubbling stream.

4 of 4 people found the following review helpful

‘That was chutzpa, plain and simple’, August 21, 2015

By

Grady Harp

This review is from: Jess and Wiggle (Kindle Edition)

Uvi Poznansky wears a coat of many colors. Originally from Israel where she studied Architecture and Town Planning then moving to the US where she studied Computer Science and became an expert in Software Engineering, Poznansky managed to combine the design elements of two studies into unique formats. And she has accomplished the same with the other side of her brain – making visual her ideas (she is an accomplished painter, drawer, and sculptor who has enjoyed exhibitions both in Israel and in California, her present base) and making words in poetry and in short stories and children’s books.
JESS AND WIGGLE is one of her newest and freshest books yet. More concerned with the visual than the story Uvi provides all the illustrations for this delightful little rhyming tale – richly colored hand made collages as well as paintings adorn these beautiful and fanciful pages.
The story concerns young Jess who rarely smiles and never laughs until she encounters Wiggle, a ribbon like creature with whom she interacts In myriad ways in a test of who will laugh. Of course the winner is the recalcitrant Jess, but it is the artistic fun things she does with Wiggle that make the reader laugh way before Jess gives in!
This is another treasure form Uvi Poznansky – a perfect entertainment and lesson for children and adults alike. Grady Harp, August 15

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 19

A door to your dreams,
And if you're not careful,
It can lead to your downfall.

All you have to do is open it.
And then walk through.
Your imagination does the rest.

The villagers explain about the door
To their captive audience.
A captive audience surrounded
On all sides by strangers.

Linda backs away from the door.
She could feel eyes boring holes
Into the back of her head.
They have to leave this strange place.

Her friends stand as still as the cold air.
Eyes wide open in pale faces.
They can't believe in such nonsense.
Can they?

A plain door sitting in a plain diner.
A little girl stands up and runs through the doorway
Into the lights and sounds of a carnival.
A clown hands the girl a balloon.

The village mayor turns to smile at them.
The girl returns with a red balloon
Trailing along behind her.
She runs into the mayor's arms.

What game are they playing?
We should have escaped
When we had the chance.

Linda doesn't like to play games.

THE DEAD GAME

 

A PERFECT PLACE TO BE

OASIS

A more beautiful place cannot be.
It faces the waves of the dark sea.
White sand and quiet beaches galore.
You can’t ask for anything more.
Life is perfect as can be.
Come and frolic with me.
Tourists visit from far and wide.
Oasis is Florida’s pride.
Beware when The Dead descend.
We can no longer pretend
This is a perfect place to be
As The Dead rise up from the sea.
Darkness brings flying creatures and death.
Beware that this won’t be your last breath.

THE DEAD GAME

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 18

I don't feel anything.
No pain.
No guilt.
Only freedom and peace.

Arms pull me out of the water.
I'm laid down on the concrete.
Fun and relaxation is over.
Reality has reared it ugly head.

My eyes open to find dark eyes searching mine.
Todd is checking my breathing.
He's searching for any injuries.
He holds me close.
Maybe a little too close.

I try to stand up.
I don't want is concern.
I don't want his pity.
I want to forget it all.

Holding me tighter, he says,
"Little one, you're not going anywhere.
You almost drowned.
Why are you here alone?"

I stand up with my head held high.
"I was pushed.
I'm a good swimmer.
The water in the pool isn't deep."

"I thought you were hurt.
And why are you hanging around an empty pool?"
He gently moves wet strands of hair 
Out of my face.

I still don't trust him.
"Thanks Todd for your help,
But I'd better go inside.
It's getting chilly."

Todd takes off his jacket.
He wraps it around my shoulders.
With his arm around my waist,
He leads me into the hotel.

Always in control.
Always military stiff.
That's my Todd.
Well, not my Todd.

Todd leaves me in the reception area.
He leans over and gives me a kiss.
On the lips.
He's getting more daring.

He turns away
And walks out of the hotel
Into the dark night.
No goodbye.

And the games continue...

THE DEAD GAME

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 17

So alone.
Why can't I enjoy the view.
Blue water cascading over rocks.
The smell of the sea in the air.
A vacation paradise.

My thoughts drift to happier times.
Times of parties and friends.
New acquaintances.
New beginnings.

Where has it all gone?
Gone from my mind.
Gone from the town.
To be replaced by dark shadows.

I can feel them around me,
Lurking beyond the pool,
Waiting for the right moment to pounce.
I refuse to let them get me.
Not this time.

The water does look inviting;
To be cocooned in its warmth.
I feel wet.
I'm in the water.
I must have been pushed.

A chuckle drifts nearby,
Transforming into a hearty laugh.
Is it coming from the shadow above the rocks?
Did it push me in?

I close my eyes.
The warmth.
The safety.
Like a baby
Returning to the womb.

THE DEAD GAME


 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 16

"Oh it's you again."
Linda turns back around.
The door is gone.

Why is he following me?
Is he the one controlling the town?
He did control the stairs and the door
At End House.
Is he a vampire or even a human vampire?

Todd moves into the sunlight.

The rays brush red strokes through his black hair.

His black eyes glisten in the yellow haze.

Vampires can't be in the sunlight,

Or can they?

"I can tell you're happy to see me.

Why do you run from me?"

The rays follow him forward,

Clinging to his muscular body.

A small smile escapes his lips.

"Do you have special powers?

Besides the ones at End House.

You always seem to know when

Something bad is about to happen."

The forest quiets.

A strong breeze ruffles his hair.

His broadening smile brings

Shivers down her spine.

A secret joke at her expense.

"Linda,

Come to me."

Todd's eyes twinkle and shine.

Can this be Todd?

He's acting like...

He's acting like Wolf.

Oh no! 

THE DEAD GAME

What if Linda met Todd in the forest?

Would she confront him?

Based upon the book.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 15

A dark tunnel leads to nothingness.
Its entrance concealed.
Once entered,
there's no going back.


Where is the tunnel?
Is it in the forest behind town?
Questions race through Linda's mind.
Should she search for the entrance?

The tall trees tower over her.
Leaves blow in a circle.
The circle tightens
And so does Linda's throat.

THE DEAD GAME

 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 14

The Dead Game has ended.
Has another one just begun?
Mysteries have been solved.
Villains sought and found.
But too many questions remain unanswered.

The sunshine calls to Linda
Like never before.
Tired of the dark,
She leaves the cave behind.

The day has lengthened.
Sunbathers now dot the beach.
Bodies glisten in the sun,
Innocently exposing their white limbs.

Who will be alive tomorrow?
Will red be added to the white?
Another dead body come morning light.
Innocent no longer.

The palm trees wave in the soft breeze.
Traitors in the moonlight,
Holding us captive in their grasp.
Minions of the high and mighty.

All traitors to the night.
The moonlight conceals their activities.
The winds attack their victims.
And the rains wash away all evidence.

If nature can't fight The Dead,
Then how can I?
Will I be alive come morning?
Only time will tell.

That is, only if it wants to.

THE DEAD GAME

Stay tuned for further adventures.

 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 13

Footsteps outside the cave.
Who followed her here?
Linda hadn't seen anyone near the beach.
The beach and walkway had been deserted.

She backs away from the approaching figure.
He ducks his head to enter the secluded cave.
His large body blocks the sunlight.
The cave turns dark.
Dark and damp.

The tall man stands up to full height.
His dark eyes canvas the area.
They roam over the table and chairs
To finally land upon Linda trembling in the corner.

"Why are you hiding in a cave?
You are definitely a magnet for trouble."
He moves closer with firm steps.
The cave feels smaller.
His arms reach out for her.

She backs against the wall.
"Todd! Why are you here?
I don't even want to know 
Why you're following me.
Just go away!"

Todd stares at her.
His handsome face forms a frown.
He turns to walk out from the cave.

He took her at her word:
He left her alone.
But she feels more alone,
More upset than before.
Why can't things ever be easy?

THE DEAD GAME

A new story based upon the book.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 12

Heartache is for me.
My heart yearns for thee.
Lies fall so easily from your lips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.

I must remain strong.
I hope I am wrong.
But I will need proof to trust you once more.
Oh, Todd, my heart is breaking at its core.

The salty mist soothes me.
The wind caresses me.
But I feel cold deep inside.
I need a safe place to hide.

Linda takes one last look at the sky,
Then turns to find a quiet spot,
Where vampires and human vampires don't exist,
Where human beings are the ones in vogue.

She must leave Oasis tonight
For a place far away from The Dead.
If only she could fly away from here
And find a place with no danger or fear.

An owl circles above her head.
It gives one shriek before diving down.
Down into a cave between the rocks.
Who knew that there were caves by the ocean?

Linda follows the bird's flight.
She crawls through the opening.
Wooden furniture in a small room.
A jacket thrown across a chair.

Who lives here?
The refrigerator in the corner hums.
No plugs, no electricity.
But the food is cold.

Footsteps crunch outside the cave.
Soon she will have company.
Soon she will have to make a decision.
Only one room and no where to hide.

A dark figure bends to walk through the opening.
Linda backs into the corner.
Could this be Todd?
Does she want it to be Todd?

Linda's problems have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

 



 


 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME —PART 11

The opulent staircase gives way.
Linda slides into its deadly grasp.
A tunnel envelopes her.
Hands reach out for her.
A thick, spongy darkness.
Walls too slippery to grab.
Cries fill the endless void.

Will I reach the bottom?
Is there even a bottom to this madness?
Who lives beneath End House?
Will I become one of them?
Forever roaming the dark tunnels,
Not really dead but one of the undead.

Into the unyielding darkness comes a cry.
"Stop!"
Linda looks up to see Todd and Shana,
Clinging to the rocky walls.
It was Todd who had called out.
The tunnel dissolves.
The stairs return.

They run down the staircase
And make it to the front door.
Linda pulls on the handle.
It won't budge.
"Open!"
At Todd's command,
The door opens for them.
The house pushes them out.
The door slams behind them.

Too terrified to look at Todd,
Linda races ahead to the car.
If Todd has powers,
Then he might be one of The Dead.
He could be evil like the rest of them.
I can't believe I was actually
Falling for him.

Linda's problems have only begun.

THE DEAD GAME