LIFE'S LONG JOURNEY

LIFE’S JOURNEY

Life’s journey may be long and dark,
but we must take it to grow and learn.
At journey’s end, we will see that is was all worth it.

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What are we made of?
Are we just pieces put to together?
Are we the sum of our parts?
Or are we something more?
Do we serve a purpose?
These are difficult questions,
but I believe that we have been
placed on earth for a purpose.
We live our lives with ups and downs,
but we learn important lessons along the way.
If we learn correctly, then we will have
something useful to offer the rest of mankind.
It is sad but true, that many people don’t learn
much during their lives.
But they only live to serve themselves.
If we ignore these useless beings, then there is much
good and beauty to be found in this world.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 74

     Todd ran up the staircase.  He first checked the living room. No flames were sizzling in the fireplace. Without the presence of the roaring fire, the room was dark. It felt much colder. He used his outstretched arms to guide him past the same worn couches and tables as he made his way through the room. Once he reached the cold fireplace, he was confused to find it empty of body parts or any remains of them. It was even clean of ashes or any evidence of a recent fire; even the walls and floor around the fireplace had been cleaned of any blood splatter. It was as if there never had been a fire or sizzling body parts dropping from the chimney.

     “There was a huge roaring fire in this fireplace with bloody body parts falling into it!” Todd insisted, frustrated that everything had vanished.

     Carl looked at Todd strangely. “Were you drinking tonight?”

     “I am not the only one who witnessed these things. Isn’t it obvious that the place has been cleaned?” Todd said to the deputy. He had to hold himself back from punching him in his big nose.

      Sam yelled at Carl, “Todd has stated that there were dead bodies and body parts, so they were here.”

     Carl looked down and remained silent—but not before

Todd noticed the strange smirk cross over his face in response to Sam’s harsh words.

     In silence, they continued with their search. The house had somehow rearranged itself: the rooms were now normal looking and nonthreatening. The pool wasn’t frozen any longer with blood but was clean and empty. The master bedroom was dark without the lit candles surrounding the bed. And the bed was empty of a bleeding skeleton…and its army of fat worms.

     Todd was amazed that the deadly tricks could have been dismantled so swiftly and then hidden from sight. Who could have pulled this off in such a professional manner? Who was smart enough and deadly enough to plan each and every step so carefully? This had required patience and maybe even some supernatural assistance.

     They had no choice but to give up their search for now and return to town. Todd wasn’t the least bit surprised to find the gazebo empty of candles, a noose, or a body.

     “Maybe we should call off the outside help,” suggested Sam.

     “I agree, we should handle this matter ourselves,” Todd agreed.

     Todd watched Carl as he fell back behind them… skulking off into the night. He let Carl go; he didn’t want him around when they returned to Sam’s office, where he would overhear their future plans. He whispered to Sam, “Carl has run off again. We must keep him out of the loop from now on.” Sam nodded his head in solemn agreement.

SPRING IS IN THE AIR

SPRING IS IN THE AIR

Let’s serve roses for dessert.
If we can’t have them in our gardens,
we might as well have them for dinner.
Here’s to spring fever!

end0skeletal:

I’m ready for spring.
I close my eyes and see
a field of purple tulips.
When I open them, I still see
snow on my grass.
I’ll just keep hoping and dreaming.
Eventually it will come true.

LIFE IS AN ILLUSION

LIFE IS AN ILLUSION

 

 

It is almost midnight.
At midnight, the dancing stops,
all stand and listen to the bell as it tolls.
The dance floor is empty.
All that remains are the life-like statues
with their mournful faces.
Where is everyone disappearing to?
Come upstairs and you will find out.
One of the secret meetings at End House
is about to begin.

 

 

Maybe it will protect you from vampires,
but what about other evil creatures?
In a horror story, I can create any creature.
What about witches, werewolves, and The Dead?
They laugh at rings of salt.
Come follow The Dead and see what
can kill them.

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Knives aren’t any help when you
are caught in a nightmare.
You can walk softly and peek
around every corner,
but the evil will catch up to you.
Forget about screaming—
no one is there to hear you
or even care.
The Dead don’t care about your screams.
Good night.

 

 

Enter, my dear friends.
What you will see is all part
of my elaborate illusion.
Many doors to enter.
Revolving rooms to get lost in.
Try the basement.
But don’t get locked in.
Too late!
Now you must cross the dark
pool of water, without being
trapped by the sharp cages
falling from the ceiling.
What’s that noise?
Are those giant saws sweeping through the water?
Of course they are.
Just another hurdle for you to jump over.
Are these illusions or not?
Soon you will find out!
The Dead love their games.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 73

     At End House, Deputy Carl was waiting for them. He was leaning against his patrol car, as if he had no worries in the world, as if no one had been wondering where he’d disappeared to for hours, Todd thought in anger.

     He has never trusted Carl, with his shifty eyes behind his thick-rimmed glasses, which made his light- blue eyes appear huge. His wheat-colored blond hair hung long and limp, making Todd want to dunk him into a tub of soapy water. Instead he just stood in front of Carl, giving him a long, hard look.

     Carl turned his face away and marched into the house.

     This time around, Todd didn’t feel the evil presence in the house that he’d felt earlier. The candles along the staircase and on the walls had disappeared. He stood in the darkened hallway, stunned that the party could have been dismantled so quickly and thoroughly. He’d been in the house only twenty minutes ago. Who could have accomplished this so fast? Someone had spent a lot of time planning the fake party and then had cleaned up all evidence of it.

THE HORROR STORY

 

 

Welcome to the world of horror.
The animals can sense the evil.
They warn each other.
Humans aren’t as savvy to danger,
but usually dive head first into trouble.
Ah! The undying script of a horror story.

blackoutraven:

SodaHead.com - ☣Lady Gothika☣

A good horror story can hold a variety of
elements that add different flavors to the story.
Cemeteries can be very good backdrops.
Bats are popular props for scary scenes.
A full moon is a must-have for a creepy story.
Horror stories have been done before,
but there are always new combinations of ideas
and backdrops that can lead in new directions.
Horror has always been done
and will continue to be done until
human beings stop using their imaginations.

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blackoutraven:

Horror

There is nothing better than a horror story in a haunted house.
All you need is a creepy house, a dark night,
and maybe a storm or a hurricane.
While the winds blow and the rain falls hard
against the roof, the unsuspecting characters
find themselves trapped in the house.
They are trapped in a nightmare of their own making,
since no one should ever enter a haunted house
at night or during a thunderstorm.
I placed all these ingredients into my book,
The Dead Game.
Come see what it cooked up.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 72

     “Must we wait here?” David was pacing back and forth across the cramped office. He wanted to be outside, where he could be searching for Louise. He didn’t trust Mike; he could have made up the story for his own twisted reasons. Since Mike had never liked Louise, he could have manufactured the whole unpleasant scenario about her death.

     Mike frowned. “Do you want to end up like the others? I

suggest we remain here until we know that it’s safe for us to go outside.”

     David was getting annoyed at the way Mike was ordering him around. For the time being, he wasn’t going to say anything; but the next time Mike opened his smart mouth, he’d put him back into his proper place—which wasn’t as his boss.

     Great, Mike thought, we have no radio, no TV, but just us. He was stuck with a group of people who didn’t what was going on in town. David was the most annoying of them all. Next time he’d stick closer to Todd and Sam, who seemed to be better informed about all the disappearances and murders in town. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and listened to the silence of the night.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 71

     Todd turned to the rest of the group, who were listening to his conversation with Sam. “Wait here for our return. There are to be no heroes today. You are to remain here and not step one foot outside this office.”

     “But I want to help…they are also my friends,” said Shana.  She crossed her arms across her chest.

     Sam walked over to her and gazed into her eyes. “I can’t do my job if I have to worry about you and your friends. Please wait here for us.”

     “I’ll wait.”

     Todd asked Linda, “Will you also promise to stay put?”

     “All right,” Linda replied.

     Todd stared at her to check if she was still angry with him, but she refused to look him in the face. How could he ever explain to her about his control over the stairs and the front door? He didn’t have time to deal with this now. He hurried to follow Sam out of the office.