I sink with each step
closer to the blue.
The waves tease and spray
and prompt me to play.

But my world is dark and bleak,
and I cannot fall asleep.
I gaze through my window
to the snow-laden bough. 

I sigh and shut my eyes tight,
seeking paradise this night.
I get sleepy and go back in time
to the sand and the footsteps of mine.


FANTASYI dream of a placeWhere time stands still.Petals fly from trees,A pink hue cast on all.Climb the stairs to the castle,Where fantasies come to life.The warm breeze carries musicOn swirling rainbows of light.Pretty maidens dance in circlesAround the courtyard of flowers.Men become drunk on gigglesAnd flirty stares cast their way.Who is the ruler of this paradise?It is I, the dreamer of dreams.

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I dream of a place
Where time stands still.
Petals fly from trees,
A pink hue cast on all.
Climb the stairs to the castle,
Where fantasies come to life.
The warm breeze carries music
On swirling rainbows of light.
Pretty maidens dance in circles
Around the courtyard of flowers.
Men become drunk on giggles
And hide away in their towers.
Who is the ruler of this paradise?
It is I, the dreamer of dreams.




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Book 1 in Series

Linda Bennett moves from New York to Florida to live a quieter life. She rents a bookstore and makes new friends. The town of Oasis offers white sand and blue ocean with calming tropical breezes. Life is peaceful until the dead body washes up on shore.

Blood soon tinges the water of Oasis a deep red. 

Rumors of dead bodies and missing tourists circulate through town. Linda and her friends search for answers. The original residents who live in the woods behind town hold secret parties at night. Limousines pull up to their secluded estates. Colorful lights, music, and laughter drift to town through the humid air.

Who are the late-night visitors?

Linda opens her mail and finds an invitation for a party at End House. Since the last owners vanished, the house stands deserted and broken. Hanging shutters and shattered steps mar the facade of the once elegant, Victorian mansion.

What happened to the family?

Curiosity leads Linda’s group to End House, and a determined Mike. A fearful David tries to sway the group but to no avail. Shana convinces Linda to join them. They arrive at the dark house, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. No one is there to greet them. Lit candles lead to the basement and up the curving staircase. The group splits in two to search the house.

End House has a sinister life of its own.

Wild animals and bloody scenes taunt the terrified group. Traps, illusions, and revolving rooms add to their growing horror. After two of their friends disappear, they flee for their lives.

What happened to the friends? 

Linda and Shana discover that their journey to hell and back is far from finished. Chased by supernatural creatures and not knowing whom to trust, they must uncover the one controlling their town.

Who are The Dead? Are they humans, vampires, or both?

Will Linda lose her heart to Todd whom she suspects knows more than he admits? Does Shana fall in love with Sheriff Sam? Do David and Louise stay together as a couple?

The Dead Game has begun.




From under the sea

they have come for me.


Rising from the deep

they come when I sleep.


Through the small town, they roam

looking for a new home.


Blending with tourists at day,

but at night they get to play.


Blood-thirsty as they are,

they don’t have to go far.


They take sustenance within reach,

leaving dead bodies on the beach.


Tourists flee the hotel

before they’re doomed to hell.


The evil one walks tall.

Our town will surely fall.








The view fills my mind,

Soothes my soul,

Brings me inner peace.

The sweet aroma of flowers

Tingles my nose,

Draws me closer.

The sea air brushes my face,

Salts my skin,

Leaves cold footprints.

I’m running,

Eyes wide open,

Face to the sun.

I’m here

In the paradise

Of my imagination.


I walk through the soft sand.
Dip my toes into the ocean.
The cold water soothes me.
The sun hits my face.
The salty breeze ruffles my hair.
A perfect paradise.
Until I feel the pressure.
A hand tugs my leg.
It’s time to leave my...



I walk through the soft sand.
Dip my toes into the ocean.
The cold water soothes me.
The sun hits my face.
The salty breeze ruffles my hair.
A perfect paradise.
Until I feel the pressure.
A hand tugs my leg.
It’s time to leave my perfect fantasy.
Life has a way of interfering.
A demon rises from the ocean.
Clothing drips from its fingers.
I know what it is.
It’s the demon of laundry.
An ever-present and growing demon.
Will a stack of dishes be next?
Goodbye demons.
I’m going back to my fantasy.
I see dolphins swimming by the shore.
See you later.