Tuesday, November 29, 2016

IT EXPLODES





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End House explodes,
shattering from within.
The house groans
as it topples into the sea.
Leaving no trace behind,
no evidence of its existence,
its wicked mark on mankind.
Gone for good,
or so we hope
and with it,
The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME

HOPES AND DREAMS







HOPES AND DREAMS
Look up at the sky.
Hope for better things.
Pray for your family.
Wish for happiness.
Your hopes and dreams 
will lead you in the right direction.

RIDE WITH THE WIND






RIDE WITH THE WIND
They ride the night.
The Dead ride with the wind.
Daylight is their enemy;
Darkness their savior.
Lock your doors.
You might be next.
Hide well.
You might become one of them
On this dark night.
THE DEAD GAME

A MAGICAL NIGHT FOR A PARTY

 



A MAGICAL NIGHT FOR A PARTY
The glass dome reflects the sparkling stars.
Inside, dancing pairs twirl around.
Beneath chandeliers of ice.
Between frozen statues.
Reflecting days gone by.
In mirrors upon the frosted walls.
Spin and dance the night away.
Until the dawn rises clear and strong.
And chases away the dark shadows.
A party at a glass house can be perfect.
Maybe a little too perfect.
THE DEAD GAME

A NEW BEGINNING






A NEW BEGINNING
The rain hits the puddles
in staccato rhythm.
A constant 
and mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches hang low,
weighed down with water.
Flowers lift their shiny faces
for their morning washing.
The cold, crisp rain
refreshes and renews.
The clouds dry out.
The sun returns
to brighten the day.
The air smells clean.
A new day dawns.
A new beginning.

I WILL GROW






I will grow.
I will reach the stars.
I don’t care about the graves
or the mausoleums.
I don’t care that
The Dead
walk the night.
I will grow leaves.
I will stay here.
I will stay alive.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook

Sunday, November 27, 2016

TRIUMPH OF NATURE





What gifts do you have for us,
Oh beautiful sky?
Some warm sunshine.
A soft breeze or two.
Maybe a light misting.
Your gaze is triumphant.
Reflecting on the soothing waves.
I could feel your warmth.
See your beauty.
Hear your tentative rumbling.
Taste the salty air with my tongue.
My senses are engaged.
You delight and tantalize them.
Thank you.

DRACULA'S CITADEL


DRACULA'S CITADEL

The Colorful SighiÈ™oara Citadel – Dracula’s Birthplace

What better place for murder and mystery than Dracula’s home?


Each house is different and has something worth seeing.
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The Clock Tower houses the History Museum


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The House with Stag


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The Vlad Dracul House


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The Church on the Hill (Bergkirche)


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The Furriers’ Tower


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The Citadel Square


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The Streets and Houses of the Citadel


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View from the tower


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The Statue of Vlad Ţepeş


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Street Café


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Jimmy, the famous and friendly dog of the Citadel
Originally posted on GARDEN OF EADY:
The SighiÅŸoara Citadel is one of the most beautiful citadels in Europe.
SighiÅŸoara is situated on the Târnava Mare River, in the historic region of Transylvania. The city is know to Hungarians as “Segesvár” and to the Germans as “Schäßburg”.
I have been to many cities in my country, but I have to say that SighiÅŸoara is one of the most beautiful cities of Romania. The SighiÅŸoara Citadel is registered in the UNESCO world heritage. The citadel was built in the 12th century. In the 15th – 16th century, SighiÅŸoara became an important political, economical and cultural center. The defensive wall with a length of 930 m, 14 defense towers and 5 artilery bastions used to protect the city. There are still 9 towers and two bastions.
SighiÅŸoara is also known as the birthplace of Vlad Å¢epeÅŸ (Vlad the Impaler). Vlad Å¢epeÅŸ, Prince of Wallachia, was born in 1431 in…
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THE ONE




I’m here.
My wings are spread.
My talons are out.
I’m going to land.
I am beauty.
I am royalty.
I am the one.
The one to lift you high.
Into the sky with me.
Watch out!

THE DEAD ARE HERE!






THE DEAD ARE HERE!
Come play with us.
The moon is out.
We’re ready to have some fun.
We love to party.
The games are about to begin.
THE DEAD GAME 

PARTY WITH THE DEAD






Follow me to the clearing,
where the trees part in fear.
The Dead come to play,
and the La Santa Muerte rule.
Bring your sacrifices,
and your wishes will come true.
The female Grim Reaper is all-powerful,
and the taste of blood can be sweet.
She will grant wishes of  revenge and murder
to your bitter heart’s content.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle

Nook

WHAT THE HELL?



WHAT THE HELL?
    They stepped into a drafty master bedroom,  illuminated by lit candles encircling the canopied bed. The candlelight created shadows that swayed back and forth across the ceiling and walls. Linda felt like the shadows were reaching out for her.  She backed away in horror, not knowing if she was imagining them or not.
    She didn’t want to move any closer to the bed, dreading what she might discover there. Anything was possible, from what they had already witnessed in this house. But Todd and Shana kept walking forward.  She moved with them toward the bed. 
    What she found there exceeded her wildest expectations. On the white quilt lay a human skeleton with its arms resting at its sides. The skeleton began to bleed, slowly at first, and then profusely from the deep gash in its bones from the long, serrated silver knife sticking out of its chest. In the stream of blood were worms—scores of worms—inching out from the deep hole, spreading across the white quilt. 
    Linda couldn’t believe her eyes. She gasped. More and more worms were climbing out from the body, falling in groups from the bed to land on the carpet.
    A new doorway emerged on the far side of the room. Enormous worms spread across the floor, their squishy bodies were blocking the path to the door. They were circling her feet, trying to climb up her shoes. She stomped her feet to dislodge the worms latching onto her heels.
    Looking over her shoulder, she saw Shana backing into a corner. Her eyes appeared huge and saucer-like as she stared at the worms crawling closer and closer to her. She wasn’t making a sound, but Linda could hear her shaking—as if her bones were rattling inside her quivering body.
     Impatient with both of them, Todd dragged them through the swarms of worms. Once they were outside the room, Linda gave a sigh of relief.  The persistent worms were locked in the bedroom, behind the door that had concealed itself into the wall.
What was next for them in this creepy house?
THE DEAD GAME