CANDLES ON THE WALLS

 

 

The candles on these walls

throw shadows down the halls.

Shadows that float in the air,

horrors that I cannot bear.

Soft sighs follow in their wake,

my insides begin to quake.

Gargoyles stare at us from above,

I’m thrust forward by a hard shove.

Revolving rooms lead us through a maze.

I follow along, lost in a daze.

I ask, “How do we get out of here?”

My hands covering my face in fear.

Am I standing in a flood?

I look down at all the blood.

It flows from the indoor pool.

As you know I’m not a fool.

I’m out of here as quick as can be.

There’s nothing else I want to see.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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The Paranormal Suspense Game: An Interview with Author Susanne Leist

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Do you have any advice for writers who are struggling in certain ways, making progress with writing but also dealing with too much meantime?

It is hard to juggle writing with promoting books, creating an author platform on various social sites, and living a life outside of books. The best solution is to allocate different parts of the day to the various chores. I like to promote my book in the morning on Facebook and Twitter. Then I write poems for my blogs. Poetry began as a promotion for my book and has now turned into a hobby for me. It allows me to use all the flowery words and adjectives that are now frowned upon in book writing. On the days, I work on my second book, I put aside a chunk of time for it, usually in the afternoon or late at night. Sometimes these afternoon writing hours continue into the middle of the night. I don’t always follow my advice, but I try.

 

 Reviewer: Susanne Leist’s “The Dead Game” is like a scavenger hunt with a twist of the board game “Clue”.

How much time do you spend on the craft of writing?

As mentioned in the answer above, I set aside time for writing that can run from a few hours to a whole day and into the night. I can’t predict how I will write on a particular day. On some days, the words flow smoothly, and on other days, they don’t. When they do, I pound away at the computer.

 

Reviewer : A fast-paced, epic read!

Do you flex those creative muscles every day or how often?

I write something each day, whether a poem or pages of my book. These muscles need to be flexed on a regular basis, just like our arms and legs.

Reviewer: Write with energy and imagination! That’s what the great Oz said on the day author Susanne Leist was born.

What were the circumstances and challenges you faced getting your first book out?

I self-published with Outskirts Press. I didn’t know at the time that I should have promoted my book before its release. As soon as my book was printed, Outskirts Press listed it on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. It didn’t have a description. I didn’t have an author bio prepared. In one week, I rushed to set up blogs and open Twitter, Facebook, and Google Accounts. I lost those first few precious days of sales of a new book.

Reviewer: If you like action-packed, heart-stopping thrillers blended with supernatural elements, then, this is the book for you.

What have you learned on your writing journey that is helped you on your latest creative endeavor?

This time I will be prepared for my second book’s release. I’ve used proofreaders along the way. It’s almost ready for the editor. My book will have a description, links set up, and reviews.

Reviewer: It launches directly into chills and thrills and lays out a wonderfully dark and engaging foundation on which to build all ensuing events.

 

Susanne Leist

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Do you have any advice for writers who are struggling in certain ways, making progress with writing but also dealing with too much meantime?

It is hard to juggle writing with promoting books, creating an author platform on various social sites, and living a life outside of books. The best solution is to allocate different parts of the day to the various chores. I like to promote my book in the morning on Facebook and Twitter. Then I write poems for my blogs. Poetry began as a promotion for my book and has now turned into a hobby for me. It allows me to use all the flowery words and adjectives that are now frowned upon in book writing. On the days, I work on my second book, I put aside a chunk of time for it, usually in the afternoon or late at night. Sometimes these afternoon writing hours…

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THE ABYSS

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Falling.

Deeper.

And deeper.

Into the abyss.

No lights.

No sounds.

Only hands.

Reach for me.

 

I can’t grab onto the walls.

They’re too slippery.

My fingers slide down.

Is there an end,

Or even a bottom?

Will I be falling forever?

Down, down I go.

Into the abyss.

No more worries.

No more thoughts.

Just the abyss.

THE DEAD GAME  by Susanne Leist

BOOK 2 of The Dead Game Series

Soon to be released in 2018.

 
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness and fear.
Old remnants of tears held back,
and times too hard to bear.
 
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished and frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
 
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead and gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far and wide.
 
Who will fall prey to The Dead?
I hope it is not me.
I’m hiding under my bed.
I’m afraid as I can be.

Will Wolf return to Oasis, Florida? We’ve missed him. His good looks. Charming personality. Deadly ways. Will he arrive as a bat? Or maybe as a wolf? He could even take the place Of one of our own. Will his appetite be as fierce? His passions as...

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Will Wolf return to Oasis, Florida?

We’ve missed him.

His good looks.

Charming personality.

Deadly ways.

Will he arrive as a bat

Or maybe as a wolf?

He can even take the place

Of one of our own.

Will his appetite be as fierce?

His passions as strong?

So many questions

Waiting to be answered

In BOOK 2 of THE DEAD GAME.

A PERFECT PLACE

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A PERFECT PLACE TO BE

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

AFTERNOON DELIGHT

1 Fantasies are a way of life

“Come back to me my sweet.
Take a break from the heat.
An afternoon in a cool retreat.
We could make our own special heat.”
The wood door rattles and creaks open wide.
I hesitate before I walk inside.
The small room is as dark as night.
I begin to tremble with fright.
Maybe I should leave this place.
The door slams shut in my face.
I hear the voice in the air
Telling me, “what fair is fair.”
I intruded on this secret room,
​And so I won’t be leaving too soon.

MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS

Midnight at the Oasis

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Nosferatu (1922)

The clock chimes midnight.

Time stands​ still.

The music stops.

Dancers freeze in place.

All is quiet.

The clock chimes twelve times.

The music resumes.

Dancing continues without a hitch.

The Dead have assumed control.

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

Excerpt of The Dead Game

1 Take my hand

Todd had somehow backed her against a tall tree on the deserted walkway. She couldn’t move back and if she moved forward, well…Todd’s large, muscular body was blocking the way.

They stood in the tree’s cool shade, colorful leaves falling all around them. They were staring into each other’s eyes; each one was afraid to make the first move. Todd finally moved closer, encircling her and giving her the long, heartfelt kiss that she’d been waiting for—for a very long time.

She couldn’t believe that he was holding and kissing her. His mouth was soft and hard at the same time—pulling her deeper and deeper into his world of heightened feelings. When he touched her, she felt somehow different—not herself anymore. He took total control of her mind and her body. It felt unbelievably good, but scary at the same time. She still wasn’t sure that she was ready to give up her freedom to be under Todd’s control.

He was staring down at her—as if trying to commit her face to memory. He caressed her eyelids with his lips. Then his warm lips moved down her face to her mouth once more. She shivered in delight. Who knew that he could be so gentle and caring?

The kisses grew ardent, but her mind remained focused on the way he had been memorizing her features. Why? Was he going away? Was there something he wasn’t telling her? Of course, there was—he and his friends were always keeping secrets. She didn’t know if she could trust him. But damn​, he was a good kisser. And he was beautiful: his big brown eyes had those long lashes that any woman would die for; she loved his cleft chin and his finely chiseled features.

She ran her fingers through his soft, curly brown hair. But she had to be able to trust him—with her life ​if need be. His lips were trailing down her neck, down her chest, ending at the deep V of her neckline. He was licking her skin, causing her limbs to tremble. She felt warmth flowing down her body, awakening her nerve endings with the sudden unexpected thrill. She threw her head back and softly moaned.

He groaned in response, his playful tongue reversing in direction, picking up speed until it reached her mouth once again. Then he descended upon her with his lips; his warm mouth, which was molding itself to hers. His whole body was molding itself to hers ​until she felt as one with him. She was falling into his embrace.

SPOTLIGHT ON THE DEAD GAME

​This morning, ​I was pleasantly surprised by this spotlight. An excellent way to begin my weekend!

Caleb and Linda Pirtle
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The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

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The Dead Game brings fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery.

After graduating college, Linda Bennett leaves New York for the slower-paced lifestyle of Oasis, Florida. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life is simple that is until the dead body washes up onshore​.

She is horrified to learn that dead bodies and disappearing tourists are typical for this small town. Rumors abound of secret parties being held by the original residents in their secluded mansions. Once night falls, the tourist-friendly town becomes a haven for evil and dark shadows. But this is only the beginning.

Linda and the other young residents receive an unsigned invitation to a party at End House, the deserted house in the forest behind town; a house with its own violent history. They are pursued through revolving rooms and dangerous traps, barely escaping with their lives. Two of their own remain trapped inside. Or so they think.

It’s up to Linda and her friends to search out The Dead and find the evil one controlling their once peaceful community. Can they trust the Sheriff and his best friend, Todd?

THE DEAD GAME has begun.

From Susanne Leist:

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I’ve always loved to read. I grew up reading Agatha Christie, Alistair Maclean and so many other authors who filled my imagination with intrigue and mystery. The TV show, Murder She Wrote, kept me entertained when I wasn’t reading late into the night.

Over the years, my taste in books expanded to include the supernatural and paranormal genres, which has been reflected in my selection of shows, such as Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, and The Originals.

My first book, The Dead Game, is a paranormal suspense/mystery. It brings fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery. It has dead bodies and suspects.

However, it also has humans, vampires, vampire derivatives, and ​a touch of romance to spice up the mix.​

Review by Diane Murier:

The Dead Game never quits. It takes off like a rocket through skies that may or may not be real, and it ends in fantastical possibilities that burrow into the secret earth. But throughout, there’s the mysterious, sexy, brown-eyed Todd and the responsive and curious heroine Linda.

Can they ever get off of the diabolical crazy train long enough to take care of business?

Hmmm. You’ll have to read it for yourself. A town with so many questions raised by a mile of bizarre events is worth a closer look. And creepy mansions are elevated to a new level that supersedes the merely haunted houses of days gone by.

The Dead Game. Humans are invited to the party, but just who or what you will be by its end is part of the gruesome fun. Get the book!

THE DARK STREETS OF TOWN

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Dark are the streets
By which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through the town, they go.
Bodies left behind,
Blood-dry we will find.
Church bells are tolling,
And heads are...

Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre

 

Dark are the streets

By which they creep.

Silence is their goal.

Through the town, they go.

Bodies left behind,

Blood-dry we will find.

Church bells are tolling,

And heads are rolling.

Flee from this we must

Before we are dust.

 

THE DEAD GAME