THE NIGHTWALKER

 

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I walk quickly this night

from those who lurk from sight.

The wind gives a whistle, a sigh,

as the strands of my hair lift high.

The moon hides its face.

I quicken my pace.

Shadows surround me.

Footsteps behind me.

Hands circle my neck.

Is that a love peck?

He takes my blood.

I fall in a red flood.

Will I belong to him?

He watches with a grin.

I’ve become a nightwalker,

a present from my stalker.

 
PREY FOR THE DEAD by Susanne Leist

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THE OLD BOOKSTORE

aurelielise-anne:
“The old bookstore.
”
Why don’t we have these anymore?
Books covering ceiling to floor.
Happiness between the binding.
What a perfect and safe finding.
Read in the candlelight.
Nothing can be as right.
Pictures and words before my...

 

aurelielise-anne:

The old bookstore.

 

Why don’t we have these anymore?

Books covering ceiling to floor.

Happiness between the binding.

What a perfect and safe finding.

Read in the candlelight.

Nothing can be as right.

Pictures and words before my eyes.

Reading about truth and some lies.

You’ll definitely find me hiding.

The tall shelves of books I’ll be minding.

 

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.

 

 

OLD BOOKSTORE

Why don’t we have these anymore?

Books covering ceiling to floor.

Happiness between the binding.

What a perfect and safe finding.

Read in the candlelight.

Nothing can be as right.

Pictures and words before my eyes.

Reading about truth and some lies.

You’ll definitely find me hiding.

The tall shelves of books I’ll be minding.

A VISION

 

A VISION 

The bookstore is dark. 

I turn on the lights. 

Rows of bookcases loom tall. 

I open the curtains. 

The Florida sun flows in through picture windows. 

Bright squares fall across the floor. 

The perfect spot for comfy couches and chairs. 

A counter with stools to the right, 

where I would serve coffee and pastries. 

Book stacks to the left. 

Yes, it’s all coming alive to me. 

A bookstore/ coffee shop 

in the seaside town of Oasis. 

Little did I know of the otherworldly plans

taking place at the same time as mine. 

Plans that are in no way 

as peaceful and innocent as mine. 

THE DEAD GAME

A LEAP OF FAITH

I still believe in my words from 2013.

 

 

 

I love to read all types of books: mysteries, thrillers, romance, horror, paranormal…

One day, I was in a bookstore, searching for a murder mystery with a haunted house in a small town. I couldn’t find any. Haunted houses didn’t seem to be as popular as they used to be. 

That day, I decided to write my own murder mystery in a coastal town with a deserted house. It’s called The Dead Game. The town’s inhabitants, who live in the woods behind Oasis, only come out at night. The story took a supernatural turn. I incorporated some satire and my wry sense of humor and it was done.

I took a leap of faith. I self-published my book. Time will tell if it becomes popular. My one desire is for people to read it and enjoy it. I have my murder mystery in a haunted house.

Please read it and enjoy!