HE’S HERE

What if Wolf isn’t dead?

Will he return to Oasis, Florida?

Will he bring an army?

The ground shakes.

Waves rise.

Thunder echoes through town.

Lightning flashes hot.

Leaves fall from trees.

Birds flee for their lives.

He’s here.

PREY FOR THE DEAD 

DARKNESS ROLLS IN

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Dark skies are moving in.

The town is dark as sin.

Rumbling fills the humid air,

And The Dead will soon be here.

Hail begins to fall,

Big as a baseball.

Lightning joins the hot fray.

I’m not going to stay.

We must escape this night

Before we lose the fight.

Wolf has come for me.

I’m as afraid as I can be.

THE DEAD GAME

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ATTACK OF NATURE

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Lightning hits the spot.

Thunder rumbles by.

Clouds flee in horror.

Sky turns black in fear.

End House is under attack.

Nature has its final say.

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LIGHTNING STRIKES

I was in a deep, deep sleep.
Didn’t hear a single peep.
Until lightning strikes lit up the sky.
Followed by thunder claps turned on high.
The winds uprooted the trees.
Bringing them down to their knees.
What has happened to our poor, little town?
The ocean waves have turned from blue to brown.
Dark shadows are moving in from the shore.
I don’t know what else The Dead have in store.

THE DEAD GAME
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CHARIOTS OF HELL

Dark blue clouds fill the whole sky.

Puffy cotton balls up high.

Rumbling sounds all around.

Crashing noises of loud sound. 

Chariots of hell are coming here.

We need to get away before they near.

Hell has opened to let them out.

They come for us all this dark night.

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BALANCED AT THE EDGE

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A house balanced at the edge.

Daring all to enter its domain.

A black invitation in hand.

We go to the party.

Faced with deadly traps.

We run for our lives.

Down the rocks.

To the beach.

Winds bashing our faces.

Lightning lighting our way.

To the park.

To a gazebo lit by candles. 

A hanging body inside.

Will this night ever end?

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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RUN FOR SHELTER

Run for shelter.

Take cover.

Our picnic is over.

The storm is coming closer.

The waves are growing taller.

The palm trees are waving their branches.

The weather was perfect.

Now the heavens have opened.

Lightning is flashing across the sky.

Followed by loud rumblings of thunder.

We must we get to the Town Hall in time.

Those are rooftops flying over our heads.

What else can happen?

Find out in THE DEAD GAME.

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AN ANGRY SKY

An angry sky.

Its face turns red.

It shrieks thunder.

It rains tears.

Hair on fire.

In control.

It will show its wrath.

GREEN WAVES

The waves rise in strength.

Converging on the town.

Translucent green towers.

Swirling in their demented dance.

Clouds following in their wake.

Growing cotton balls in grey.

Rumbles of thunder fill the air.

Lightning sparks rainbows of light.

Birds leave en masse.

Hurrying to leave the scene.

They have come to our town.

To support Wolf in his quest.

Oasis will soon fall.

To The Dead and their thrall.

THE DEAD GAME

PURPLE POWER

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The sky is under attack

From demons rising below.

The sun shines no more,

Hidden behind the moon’s glare.

Lightning hits the clouds,

Striking them from all sides.

Darkness descends upon Oasis,

Dark shadows of the night.

Residents flee the streets

To hide behind closed doors.

Linda is determined to fight,

To save her town from The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

A NIGHT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN

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A NIGHT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN

 

A house balanced at the edge.

Daring all to enter its domain.

A black invitation in hand.

We go to the party.

Faced with deadly traps.

We run for our lives.

Down the rocks.

To the beach.

Winds bashing our faces.

Lightning lighting our way.

To the park.

To a gazebo lit by candles. 

A hanging body inside.

Will this night ever end?

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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HOLD ON TIGHT

Bolts of lightning light up the road.

We are nearing the eye of the storm.

Should we chase the storm?

Or should we give up and turn around?

We might never be given this chance again.

A chance to ride the storm.

Will we be thrown from our car?

Will we experience a rush of excitement?

Will animals and trees fly by us?

Let’s go.

We will never know unless we do it.

Hold on tight.