FLORIDA WILL NEVER BE THE SAME

Florida never be same

 

The Dead have taken over.
It’s now time to take cover.
No one can hear
Our screams of fear.

When the clock strikes midnight
We prepare to take flight.
The elders can’t save us anymore.
Very soon blood and guts will pour.

Our paradise is no more.
There’s nothing left to live for
Unless we stand up and fight
With all our hearts and might.

THE DEAD GAME

A SMALL TOWN SURPRISE

A town of sea breezes, long evening walks, and colorful sunsets. A quaint Florida town with parties on the beach, friendly townspeople, and THE DEAD. No town is perfect. THE DEAD GAME Kindle http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP Nook http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

 

 

A town of sea breezes,

long evening walks,

and colorful sunsets.

A quaint Florida town

with parties on the beach,

friendly townspeople,

and THE DEAD.

No town is perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

 

A HORROR TALE

Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
Oasis it is not.
More of a horror spot.
Tourists disappear
into the thin air.
One day they’re right here.
Next day they’re nowhere.
THE DEAD...

 (Source: seriallier)

 

 

Stay away from here.

Death I cannot bear.

I’m telling a horror tale

with each wag of my fine tail.

An Oasis it is not,

Much more of a horror spot.

Tourists disappear

into the thin air.

One day they’re right here.

Next day they’re nowhere.

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DAYDREAM

Water in waves of blue and green.
Nothing can be so clear and clean.
Sunshine beating down on my head.
I have made the soft sand my bed.
Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.
I can feel the breeze in my hair.
A place like this must exist.
A dream like...

 

 

Water in waves of blue and green.

Nothing can be so clear and clean.

Sunshine beating down on my head.

I have made the soft sand my bed.

Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.

I can feel the breeze in my hair.

A place like this must exist.

A dream like this I can’t resist.

 

FROZEN BEACHES

Silence reigns supreme.
The sun hides its face.
Palm trees shake their leaves.
Winds pick up their pace.
Hotel stands deserted.
Flapping sounds fill the air.
Dark shadows join the fray
Beneath his icy stare.
THE DEAD...

(Source: thelavishlife)

 

 

Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds pick up their pace.

 

Hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

Beneath his icy stare.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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HIS PASSION MOUNTS

 

Storm is coming.

Hitting the shore.

Palm trees flying.

And so much more.

 

Anger raises the waves.

Passion kicks up the sand.

Fear hides behind clouds.

Marching in like a band.

 

I know he is here.

I hide from his face.

He’s coming for me.

Clouds pick up the pace.

 

His anger brings passion and fear.

Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.

His can easily moves mountains.

For me he moves the sky above.

 

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A REVIEW TO DIE FOR

5 STAR REVIEW OF THE DEAD GAME

Gripping horror, March 14, 2015

By 

Jimbo “Jimbo”  – See all my reviews

This review is from: The Dead Game (Kindle Edition)

“Beneath the pretty field of flowers growing on End House property, exists an evil so great and powerful that even the elders can’t fight it on their own.” Who are the elders? What is The Dead Game, what is the relationship between the wicked vampires, good vampires, human vampires and what role do spells and magic play in Susanne Leist’s hugely enjoyable horror novel? If you want to learn the answers then you’ll need to read The Dead Game, and if you enjoy this type of fiction then I strongly suggest you do.
The author wastes no time laying out her literary stall. After a gripping prologue replete with bloody tentacles and a swirling vortex Leist ends her introduction with, “No sounds or voices were heard again. End House remained empty until the party five years later that awoke the house to the possibility of new victims.” I especially enjoyed the prologue as I’m not a big fan of the slow burn or the slow build. When chapter 1 begins with descriptions of the quaint shops, pristine white sand beaches, tree lined walkways and grassy town parks of the picturesque town of Oasis we know that this tranquility is illusory, ephemeral at best. When Linda and the others receive invitations to End House the sense of suspense quickly grows and it isn’t long before we’re plunged into supernatural horror once more.
Some books you can’t help but imagine as films and for me, The Dead Game is one of these. I could easily see myself watching something like this on the horror channel or a Fright Night special. The characters are well drawn as are the interactions and interpersonal conflicts but in essence it is the narrative, the “game” itself  which drives the tale as the victims wonder if their fate is to “all die in this house, one by one.”
On the whole the novel pretty much played out as I expected and the diabolical vampire, Wolf, was very much part of this. Even the little surprise right at the end wasn’t such a surprise. Yet for me at least, this is not to the work’s detriment. The Dead Game is extremely well written with vivid (often extremely vivid) descriptions, the premise is strong, the central characters well drawn and the actions and reveals continue to build throughout. If I had one criticism it is that of the narrative layering. Linda is the main protagonist and as such needs to be the focus a little more in the story. It is through the central character after all that the reader best experiences the roller coaster of emotions, especially fear and hope, of a horror novel. Although a fan of James Herbert this is an aspect that I never enjoyed of the late British horror writer’s work.
Notwithstanding this minor quibble, if you like this type of fiction then you will love Dead Game. I certainly did.