I’M HERE, MY LOVE

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The waves propel me forward.

I’m here, my love.

I’ve come to bask

in your glow.

I’ll warm in the heat

of your fire.

Too hot.

I’m melting.

I’ve come too close.

DEATH COMES TO TOWN

I look out the window and what do I see? A storm growing in force and coming for me. Death comes to town. It has its own name. The one that I know is called The Dead Game. THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

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I gaze from my window

and what do I see?

A storm growing in force

and coming for me.

Death comes to town.

It has its own name.

The one that I know

is called The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

 

 

PLEASE HELP ME PICK A BOOK COVER

I need your help. I’ve been switching back and forth between two book covers. Please help me choose one for Prey for The Dead.

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DARK SHADOWS

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They rise from calm waters

and land on our shore.

Dark shadows on the soft breeze.

Leaving dead bodies on the sand.

Disappearing with the morning light.

Until the night falls once more.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

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

THE FOLLOWERS

vintagegal: Dracula (1931)

 

 

THE FOLLOWERS

Who was the original vampire?

Many believe it was Count Dracula,

who had enough charm to lure followers

to hell and beyond.

He had one descendent.

Where is he today?

Can he one of The Dead in Oasis, Florida?

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

 

SILENCE

 

Oasis Hotel Pool

 

Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds pick up their pace.

 

The hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

Beneath his icy stare.

 

THE DEAD GAME