A SUMMER DAY

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A perfect book for a summer day.

I will be reading it come what may.

Whether on the beach or in a boat,

I’ll be happy like a billy goat.

Vampires and demons, oh my!

It’s not a sweet lullaby.

Witches and darkness galore.

It surely won’t be a bore.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

A BOOK FOR ME

amandaonwriting:
“  South Africa’s first-ever Book Hotel, the Royal, in Bethulie
”
Imagine a place like this.
The perfect hotel of bliss.
Endless books to read.
Nothing else I’d need.
Walls of books everywhere.
All you need is a chair.
Never run out...

amandaonwriting:
“  South Africa’s first-ever Book Hotel, the Royal, in Bethulie
”
Imagine a place like this.
The perfect hotel of bliss.
Endless books to read.
Nothing else I’d need.
Walls of books everywhere.
All you need is a chair.
Never run out...

 

amandaonwriting:

South Africa’s first-ever Book Hotel, the Royal, in Bethulie

Imagine a place like this.

The perfect hotel of bliss.

Endless books to read.

Nothing else I’d need.

Walls of books everywhere.

All you need is a chair.

Never run out of a book.

Just pick your favorite nook.

Read the day away.

Nothing else to say.

 

 

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

book flames

 

 

To be or not to be a writer
has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit,
or step away and claim defeat?
One book was written,
one book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche,
and then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it?
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this?
Yes, for now
as I wait for the next high.

FOOTSTEPS

leirelatent
“Institute Benjamenta” (1995)

 
Has he come for me?

I hear his footsteps.

The leaves stop rustling.

The wind stops blowing.

The silence is overpowering.

A stranglehold on my nerves.

Is he standing outside the door?

Waiting for me to open it.

I won’t.

I won’t let him in.

He wants me.

I refuse to become one of them.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE EVIL STAIRCASE

 

 

THE EVIL STAIRCASE

No one answers our knock.

The front door drifts open.

I step into the dark hallway.

My friends close behind.

A dark staircase looms above us.

Gargoyles stand guard along its banisters.

Lights flicker from the right hallway.

A cold draft hits our left shoulders.

What should we do?

Read The Dead Game to find out.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

NIGHTLY GAMES

d-iagnose:
“ ++ take a tropical tour and follow for more ++
”
Oasis offers paradise.
Palm trees swaying.
Bodies lying in the hot sun,
Baking to their hearts’ content.
Cool water to soothe their flesh.
The night brings trade winds,
Accompanied by dark...

 

d-iagnose:

++ take a tropical tour and follow for more ++

Oasis offers paradise.

Palm trees swaying.

Bodies lying in the hot sun,

Baking to their hearts’ content.

Cool water to soothe their flesh.

The night brings trade winds,

Accompanied by dark shadows.

Visitors to the Florida town,

All ready to play their nightly games.

A game for one or two?

It’s all up to you.

THE DEAD GAME

 

MIDNIGHT BLUE

 

 

A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all its might.

The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.

Who is able to control the moon?
I’m afraid they’ll be here all too soon.
Dark shadows are descending on the shore.
They’re many but soon there will be much more.

I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.

THE DEAD GAME

SCARY

Shadows fill my room. I’m going to swoon. It looks like a woman. But not at all human. The town is scary. It’s getting hairy. Florida isn’t all fun. Not a walk in the hot sun. THE DEAD GAME http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

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Shadows fill my room.

I’m going to swoon.

It looks like a woman.

But not at all human.

The town is scary.

It’s getting hairy.

Florida isn’t all fun.

Not a walk in the hot sun.

THE DEAD GAME

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

 

 

OASIS

Source:

 

OASIS

A more beautiful place cannot be.

It faces the waves of the dark sea.

White sand and quiet beaches galore.

You can’t ask for anything more.

 

Life is perfect as can be.

Come and frolic with me.

Tourists visit from far and wide.

Oasis is Florida’s pride.

 

Beware when The Dead descend.

We can no longer pretend

This is a perfect place to be

As The Dead rise up from the sea.

 

THE DEAD GAME