A gingerbread house so quaint.
Disguised with colorful paint.
An evil group lives here.
And our town is so near.
They are Watchers for The Dead.
I’m afraid to go to bed.
Come and take a quick look.
Or you can read my book.
THE DEAD GAME
dark forest
DANCE WITH ME
Dance with me until the moon hides its face,
and the sun attempts to quicken the pace.
From the sunlight vampires turn their face,
And dancers twirl to the light’s frenzied pace.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
by Susanne Leist
LIVE THE FANTASY
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From excellent writing and grammar to amazing storytelling I highly recommend this book! Now, this author has a new fan.
RED HOT WAVES
Red hot waves lap at the shore,
bringing with it blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
Death is right around the bend.
Florida will never be the same
once we play The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
BOOK 3 COMING SOON
Trapped in a metal tomb
as they wait for their doom.
Clarissa is the computer’s name,
who seeks to destroy them with its game.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Book 3 released soon.
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THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
Take my hand.
I will lead you
to the other side.
They wait beneath the earth.
A town with fake skies and ocean.
Come with me.
I will lead the way.
Click your shoes
There’s no place like home.
THE DEAD RETURN
The Dead return in Book 3.
You will soon see
how evil they can be.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
WELCOME TO OASIS
I’m here to welcome you
to paradise by the shore.
We have blue skies.
I tell you no lies.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
TRAPPED IN HELL
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Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925
The forest grows dark.
It comes alive.
Wood arms reach for me.
Roots uncurl from the ground.
Trees shake and dance.
As the wind moans.
Dark shadows follow me.
Moonlight teases me.
I’m trapped in hell,
where the sun doesn’t shine.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
FOUR MEN
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I see men
Walking
In the cold
Coming closer to my home.
Snow swirls around them.
Feet crunch on ice.
Four of them.
Why are they here?
Four men.
The window mists from my breath.
It fogs my view.
I must run.
I must hide.
Four men.
