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MEET AUTHOR YVETTE CALLEIRO

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https://ravewriters.wordpress.com/meet-the-authors/author-yvette-calleiro/

Words by Yvette Calleiro

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 (Yvette Calleiro) RWISA Author Page

As a reminder, here are the first seven Members on the tour lineup . Their names are linked to their RWISA pages:

 

1 – Yvette Calleiro – WORDS

2 – Karen Ingalls – A FISHY DAY

3 – Laurie Finkelstein – BULLETPROOF VEST

4 – Beem Weeks – WORDLESS

5 – Gwen Plano – LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

6 – Wendy Scott – NAVIGATOR

7 – Jan Sikes – RESPECT

 

Thanks , once again, for your unwavering support of RRBC/RWISA Members!!

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GLISTENING

Glistening water so deep.
I see it in my half sleep.
Rays of white over it all.
Giving it a mighty pall.
What lives beyond the norm?
Something with a dark form.
It rises from the glowing wet.
It’s definitely not a pet.
With body so muscular and...

 

Glistening water so deep.

I see it in my half sleep.

Rays of white over it all.

Giving it a mighty pall.

What lives beyond the norm?

Something with a dark form.

It rises from the glowing wet.

It’s definitely not a pet.

With a body so muscled and strong.

It could be Wolf but let me be wrong.

THE DEAD GAME

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DARK AS SIN

Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning...

(Source: deadphilosophy)

 

Friday the 13th is here.

There is nothing to fear.

My gargoyle friends are waiting.

Their stares are somewhat scathing.

But the night is still young.

The noose is already hung.

Bats fly around the old house.

They squeak like a little mouse.

Lightning sizzles as it plays.

Over the dark house, it stays.

Thunder rumbles in pain.

Loud noises but no rain.

The door opens wide.

There’s no place to hide.

We might as well go in.

inside looks dark as sin.

THE DEAD GAME

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Nook
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INVISIBLE

INVISIBLE ME
Some days I feel empowered,
Ready to face any challenge
Life throws at me.
Other days I feel invisible,
A transparent copy of myself,
Feeling life fade away.
How do I remain strong?
I flicker and fade.
I’m transparent.
I must remain...

 

INVISIBLE

Some days I feel empowered,

Ready to face any challenge

Life throws at me.

Other days I feel invisible,

A transparent copy of myself,

Feeling life fade away.

How do I remain strong?

I flicker and fade.

I’m transparent.

I must remain strong.

I’m back.

 

THE DEAD GAME is bringing me good news today

Happiness is selling 10 books in one day! I’m afraid to go to sleep and miss anything. Have my dreams come true? Will the sales be there tomorrow?

1 Happiness is

I’m doing so well with teens! I’m not used to being happy. I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall.

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7/29/17 FEATURED $0.99 BOOK OF THE DAY The Dead Game by Susanne Leist (Supernatural Thriller)

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After graduating college, Linda Bennett leaves New York for the slower-paced lifestyle of Oasis, Florida. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life is simple that is until the dead body washes up on shore. She is horrified to learn that dead bodies and disappearing tourists are common for this small town. Rumors abound of secret parties being held by the original residents in their secluded mansions. Once the sun sets, the tourist-friendly town becomes a haven for evil and dark shadows. But this is only the beginning.

Linda and the other young residents receive an unsigned invitation to a party at End House, the deserted house in the forest behind town; a house with its own violent history. They are pursued through revolving rooms and dangerous traps, barely escaping with their lives. Two of their own remain trapped inside. Or so they think.

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A PLAINTIVE ECHO

Open the door.<br /> Step inside.<br /> The darkness is beckoning you.<br /> Calling you to walk in.<br /> Welcome! Glad you’re here!<br /> Follow the flickering candles.<br /> They will lead you to untold pleasures.<br /> Do you hear the music?<br /> A party is waiting for you in the drawing room.<br /> Don’t be afraid. Peek in.<br /> Do you see the dancers?<br /> Twirling around and around.<br /> You can see through them? Can’t you?<br /> That’s because they’re transparent.<br /> An echo from the past.<br /> Those who lived here before.<br /> And now they inhabit the air.<br /> Their spirits live in these dark rooms.<br /> Now you can join them<br /> and live here forever!<br /> A story that can be told<br /> just by looking at the closed door<br /> and opening the door in your mind.

“Open the door and

Step inside.

The darkness beckons to you.

Welcome!” 

The wind sighs its plaintive plea.

Cold air swooshes past my face.

Do you hear the music?

A party is waiting for you in the drawing room.

Don’t be afraid.

Peek in.

Can you see the dancers?

Twirling around and around.

You can see through them? 

Can’t you?

That’s because they’re transparent,

An echo from the distant past.

Those who lived here before

Who now inhabit this old house.”

A gowned figure of a woman turns to me.

The flesh slowly shrivels from her body,

Leaving behind a skeleton of bones.

She cackles,  You can now join us.”

Her hand reaches for me.

I turn to flee.

The windows and doors snap shut.

I jiggle the door handle.

Locked.

Trapped in the deep recesses

of my mind.

No escape.

 

Take Yourself for a Walk in Koper Slovenia~


If this Koperian doggie can,

I can, and you most certainly can.


Jim is right here, you see him, with the map, he always finds where are going.

I just tend to follow the critters,

they always take me where I want to be.


And thank you! It is so much better when you come along,

because pleasure shared is doubled.

We are still home at The Holler, but it’s cheers to you from Koper Slovenia~

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Disinterested

Richard M. Ankers - Author

Disinterested

She had an air of quiet intelligence. She sat on her bar stool in the tightest red dress I’d ever seen, her amber eyes on her drink and a cigarette between her fingers. Each puff of smoke was the same as the next, each sip of her vodka exacting. She was good, real good, and I’d just drunk enough to tell her.

Her message was conveyed with a care I attributed to careful consideration. Of all the words in all the world, she chose two just for me. I appreciated that; she didn’t have to go the effort.

I left with my tail between my legs and her eyes burning a hole in my back.

What did she say, I hear you shout? What wonderful knowledge did those words impart? Let’s say, she was disinterested, and we won’t be chatting again.

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