So many footsteps.
Where do they lead?
Where are these people going?
Are their lives happy?
Are they walking alone
or in groups?
Why are they in such a hurry?
What can you see in a footstep?
Follow a set and find out.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
FOOTSTEPS IN THE SNOW
So many footsteps.
Where do they lead?
Where are these people going?
Are their lives happy?
Are they walking alone
or in groups?
Why are they in such a hurry?
What can you see in a footstep?
Follow a set and find out.
EMPTY INSIDE?
contortionistic-nyctophiliac:
Do you feel empty inside?
Nothing to offer the world.
No words of wisdom to share.
No pretty pictures to paint.
No music to play.
This isn’t true.
Everyone has something to offer.
Whether it’s good food, fun and
laughter, or just love, we all have
something to give the world.
Let no one make you feel unimportant.
We all have important roles to play in life.
What is yours?
By Rhaevyn Hart
Do you feel empty inside?
Nothing to offer the world.
No words of wisdom to share.
No pretty pictures to paint.
No music to play.
This isn’t true.
Everyone has something to offer.
Whether it’s good food, fun and
laughter, or just love, we all have
something to give the world.
Let no one make you feel unimportant.
We all have important roles to play in life.
What is yours?
Friday, September 19, 2014
NATURE'S BOUNTY
NATURE’S BOUNTY
A flower so beautiful reveals
nature’s proud purpose.
It brings beauty and joy
to our lives.
We must open our hearts and minds
to appreciate its powerful message.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
THEY DO EXIST
Of course they do.
Who else keeps you up at night?
Who haunts you in your nightmares?
Your mother-in-law?
No.
It’s The Dead.
They walk the streets of Oasis.
They take their victims with stealth and finesse.
Find them in The Dead Game.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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HIS PLACE
The sun begins to set.
There are scurrying sounds
as the animals prepare for the night.
But the old elephant stands in his place.
He doesn’t need to move.
He has everything he needs
right in front of him.
He keeps a watchful eye
on the other animals.
But he stands in his place.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
FLAP YOUR WINGS
Flap your pretty wings
and take flight.
Leave the masses behind.
Fly high to the sky and above.
Soar through the clouds.
Look down upon us.
At those left behind.
To lead our mundane lives.
Fly high and be happy.
BORN FREE
I will fight.
I will fight the hunters.
I will fight to the death.
I will ride proud and free.
Man will not tame me.
I will not be ridden.
I will remain free as the wind.
I was born free and I will die free.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 201
Linda was locked in a passionate embrace with Todd. But Todd's mind seemed to be on other things again.
Todd groaned in response,
his playful tongue reversing direction, picking up speed until it reached her
mouth once again. Then he descended upon her with his mouth; his warm mouth, which
was molding itself to hers. His whole body was molding itself to hers, until
she felt as one with him. She was falling…falling into his embrace….
Right in the middle of
their passionate embrace, Todd abruptly lifted his head to look down at her. “Are you sure that you
wouldn’t rather be with a strong vampire like Hayden or a dashing vampire
leader like Reece?” He was searching her eyes for her reaction.
“Why would you think that
I would be interested in either of them?” Linda asked. She felt lost without
his touch, without his lips pressing down on hers, seeking entrance to her
body. Why had he stopped kissing her? How could he turn himself on and off so
rapidly? Her body was still humming from his kisses…and from that tongue…
For some unknown reason he
was acting insecure, but he was never unsure of himself. Maybe he just didn’t
trust her after witnessing the passionate scene between her and Wolf. Or even
worse, maybe he wasn’t as lost in their passion as she had been?
Determined to change the
subject, she asked, “Do you have any family? I have a large family with many cousins. I have two
older brothers, who have always insisted on looking out for me. But do human
vampires have families?” She was beginning to ramble on, so she stopped
talking.
He grinned down at her.
“Of course I have a family. My father, who is a vampire, fell in love with a
human and therefore, had chosen to join the experiment. The same thing had happened
to Sam, Gregg, Judy, and Ryan.”
“Do you have brothers and
sisters?”
“I don’t, but I have many
vampire and human cousins.”
“That should make for some
interesting family gatherings. What about the older human vampires in town—who
are now all dead?” She suddenly felt bereft without them.
“Shirley, Hank, Minnie,
and Frank were the original human vampires. They were created over forty years
before our group. They never had children. Minnie and Frank were much older
than they appeared. Human vampires don’t look their age, and live much longer
than humans.”
“You will age slowly while
I grow old ungracefully,” she said.
“You will never age
ungracefully.”
LIFE IS SHORT
Life is short.
We are born.
Then we die.
What we do in between
is what’s important.
We determine which way
life swings for us.
Are we good?
Are we bad?
A path we alone can determine.
We keep swinging our chains
until our time is over.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
STAND TALL
Don’t step on the cracks.
We’ve been warned since birth.
What will happen?
Will we break our mother’s back?
That won’t happen.
But we don’t want to fall
between the cracks in life.
We don’t want to be lost
in the sea of humanity.
We want to be noticed.
Noticed in our own right.
For what we believe in.
For what we do.
So don’t fall between the cracks.
Hold your head up high.
Stand straight.
Stand tall.
Monday, September 15, 2014
MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS
e-e-r-i-n-e-s-s:
Nosferatu (1922)
When the clock chimes 12:00
midnight in the glass house,
time will stand still.
The music will stop.
Dancers will freeze in place.
All will be quiet,
waiting for the last chime.
After the twelfth bong,
time will be released from its trance.
The dancing and music will resume.
No time is lost.
Nothing is gained.
The Dead have assumed control.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
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THE PERFECT MELODY
The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.
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THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME
Louise and her friends escaped End House but the deadly game was not over. The Dead had much more in store for Louise.
Louise noticed black shapes creeping toward them on the pool deck. She fled down the steep stairs to the beach with Mike and David following close behind. She heard David screeching about flying bats trying to knock him off the face of the mountain. Hard objects swiped at her, almost causing her to lose her balance a few times on the slippery stone steps. But she continued on, refusing to look back over her shoulder to face what or who was attacking them.
She dashed along the beach, feeling as if mounds of sand were being thrust in her face. On the walkway, branches swiped her across the face—like skinny wooden arms struggling to hold her back.
Louise ran down Main Street. She felt all alone. The streets quiet. No lights or sounds were coming from the empty buildings. She saw candles flickering inside the gazebo. She felt her body being thrust toward the ghostly display of lights. The gusting wind was flinging leaves and branches at her face and around her feet, but still she was being propelled forward.
The gazebo, appearing pretty and tranquil during the day, looked ethereal and unfamiliar to her in the light of the candles. Somehow, the circle of light remained firm and unwavering despite the violent storm raging all around her. She entered the lit circle…all the while knowing that she had just signed her death sentence. She had no control over her actions any longer; she was like a puppet on a string being controlled by a malevolent puppet master.
When she was positioned at the precise center of the circle of candles, dark shapes—similar to the ones that had been stalking her for weeks—appeared around the perimeter of the gazebo. They began circling her. As they circled faster and faster, a strong current of air lifted her up high under the roof of the gazebo. She felt a noose being wrapped around her neck. Then she felt it being tugged tighter and tighter until she could no longer breathe—or even care to struggle any longer.
Without any air left in her lungs…with the world spinning around her…she watched as the shadows slowed down and took on distinct human forms. The figures revealed themselves to be men and women with black eyes, glaring up at her. They were chanting in an unfamiliar language. They were clothed in long black robes, their hoods casting their faces in deep shadow. Long metal chains hung from their necks with huge gold medallions depicting snarling wolves’ heads.
One member of the group—taller and much larger than the rest—lifted arms up high to heaven or down to hell below. In response, the winds turned wilder and more violent, moaning in unison with the voice of the unknown leader. Louise recognized one face right before she lost consciousness, but she knew that it was too late for her or the town.
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Sunday, September 14, 2014
EXCERPT FROM THE DEAD GAME
theblacknurse:
Louise was being stalked by dark shadows at night. One day, she noticed a fleeting shadow in her store right before the door locked. She was trapped in her store without air to breathe. She was able to escape by throwing a store mannequin through the glass window. Now the mannequin was back for her.
Louise experienced a very unsettling and heavy uneasiness weighing down upon her the whole day, even though she tried to appear cheerful and upbeat for her customers. Her store looked perfect again…thanks to Tom and Edward’s repair work, but inside she felt torn up.
She had hidden away the mannequin—which she’d thrown through the front window to escape the locked store—in the back room behind all her stored merchandise. She had no desire ever to see it again: it would always remind her of being locked in an airless room. Like a sealed tomb.
She returned from the back room and was shocked to come face to face with the same mannequin that she’d just packed away. It was back in its original spot—right smack in the middle of the store. She gazed in wonder at its porcelain face, shocked to see that its expression had changed from a pleasant smiling one to a mockingly evil one. She dragged it back to the storage room, burying it far back behind everything else, and then locked the room’s steel door.
She feared that she was losing control of her life. She was imagining that her store had joined forces with the dark shadows of the night in their demented crusade against her. She was dreading this evening’s party even more than before, praying that it turned out to be just a simple party. However, in her heart she knew that this was not to be the case—that all their lives would be changed forever after tonight.
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felice by airinArtEXCERPT FROM THE DEAD GAME
Louise was being stalked by dark shadows at night. One day, she noticed a fleeting shadow in her store right before the door locked. She was trapped in her store without air to breathe. She was able to escape by throwing a store mannequin through the glass window. Now the mannequin was back for her.
Louise experienced a very unsettling and heavy uneasiness weighing down upon her the whole day, even though she tried to appear cheerful and upbeat for her customers. Her store looked perfect again…thanks to Tom and Edward’s repair work, but inside she felt torn up.
She had hidden away the mannequin—which she’d thrown through the front window to escape the locked store—in the back room behind all her stored merchandise. She had no desire ever to see it again: it would always remind her of being locked in an airless room. Like a sealed tomb.
She returned from the back room and was shocked to come face to face with the same mannequin that she’d just packed away. It was back in its original spot—right smack in the middle of the store. She gazed in wonder at its porcelain face, shocked to see that its expression had changed from a pleasant smiling one to a mockingly evil one. She dragged it back to the storage room, burying it far back behind everything else, and then locked the room’s steel door.
She feared that she was losing control of her life. She was imagining that her store had joined forces with the dark shadows of the night in their demented crusade against her. She was dreading this evening’s party even more than before, praying that it turned out to be just a simple party. However, in her heart she knew that this was not to be the case—that all their lives would be changed forever after tonight.
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