- Green-glassed walls hold us in.The ground rumbles and shakes.The trees lift up their trunks,Pulling their roots from the dirt.They shuffle closer to us,Bushes following in their wake.A tall plant opens its jaws,Sharp teeth protruding from its mouth.Squeaking bats follow us out,Flapping their wings at our heads.We must escape this house.This is not a game I care to play.THE DEAD GAMEKindleNook
Welcome to my house.
A greenhouse of snakes.
Overgrown greenery.
A bat cave.
And don’t forget.
My man-eating plants.
The Florida sun shines in.
Giving life to my friends.
And death to all who enter.
THE DEAD GAME



