I WILL BE GONE

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A nip in the air.

A chill in my bones.

The Dead will be here

And in our own homes.

 

Palm trees will shiver.

The ground will quake

Along the river

And by the lake.

 

Take me far away

From this creepy place.

I refuse to stay

And see his pale face.

 

THE DEAD GAME 

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TEMPT ME

 

He’s back.

How could this be?

I should have known.

He will never rest easy.

Without me to torment.

Without me in his arms.

A door opens.

He tempts me with sunshine.

His hand reaches for me.

My skin tingles from his touch.

I turn away and

Run from his sweet words.

His spirit envelopes me with coldness.

He whispers promises in my ear.

He will come for me tonight.

He will appear in a new package.

I will be prepared and ready.

I will not be fooled again.

The Dead won’t win.

THE DEAD GAME

IN THE DARKNESS

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Who sits there in the darkness?

No movement in the blackness.

As still as a fox waiting to pounce.

No hint of a ruffle or a flounce.

 

A soft sigh can be heard in the air.

Are those slithering snakes in her hair?

Shadows float amid the circling dust.

The walls trickle with blood or maybe rust.

 

The ghostly form stands tall to meet us.

She can be the hostess to greet us.

A deserted house this seems to be.

She hovers over us like a tree.

 

We stand alone in this bleak hall.

There won’t be dancing at this ball.

The candles flicker and go out.

I want to pull my hair and shout.

 

Time to leave this creepy place.

We must quicken our slow pace.

But since this is a horror story,

We will not be leaving with glory.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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What do you think of the new description of THE DEAD GAME?

I’ve been busy editing my second book in THE DEAD GAME SERIES. I bought an editing program, ProWriting Aid. It analyzes my sentences to death. I have one hundred pages to edit. It has taken me six months to edit the first two hundred. I get sidetracked by writing poetry, promoting my first book, and life. 

I wrote a new description of my first book and even brightened its colors for promotion. I want to know what my followers think of my changes.

I had hoped to publish book two by the end of the year, but I’m editing it to the bitter end. Once completed, I will release the book and its title. I am learning patience.

Thank you, everyone, for following me on my journey.

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Book 1 in Series

Linda Bennett moves from New York to Florida to live a quieter life. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life in Oasis is perfect until the dead body washes on shore. She learns dead bodies and disappearing tourists are typical for this small town. As soon as the sun sets, dark shadows stalk Linda and her friends. Once the stores shut for the night, the young residents hide behind closed doors. The same time, the original residents hold parties at their mansions and appear in town.

Life becomes more complicated for Linda and her group. They receive an unsigned invitation to a party at End House, a deserted mansion that hides a sinister history. On the night of the party, the house waits for them filled with revolving rooms upstairs and cages of wild animals in the basement. Horrifying traps and illusions face them at every turn. With wild animals at their backs, the young residents flee for their lives.

They embark on an arduous journey, not knowing whom to trust, to uncover the one controlling the evil game and their town. Who are The Dead? Are they humans or vampires? Will Linda lose her heart to Todd? Will her best friend, Shana, fall for Sheriff Sam? Is a second book needed?

The Dead Game has begun.

 

I BID YOU, ADIEU

 

 

The forest torments me to no end.

I don’t want this to be a dead end.

Hot breath breathes close to my ear

as I make my way from here.

The woods are known to be haunted.

With dark whispers, I’ve been taunted.

I’ve passed this tree before.

I can’t run anymore.

The shadows are closing in.

The forest is dark as sin.

I must say goodbye to one and all.

It’s time to follow the bouncing ball.

The script has been written.

My neck has been bitten.

I bid you adieu.

A vampire, to you.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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BLACK AS NIGHT

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Black as night.
Dark as death.
The evil one has come
For me this night.

His eyes shine in the dark.
He sees me and much more.
He walks the earth.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumble in despair.
No colors to lighten their mood.
Only black as they tear.

No footsteps hit the ground.
He walks with the wind.
His body whispers past me.
Chilly fingers brush my face.

He has me in his arms.
We take flight with the stars.
The man in the moon winks.
He takes delight in our games.

I close my eyes in defeat.
He has won yet again.
Cold lips crush mine
As I yield to his touch.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME

GONE FOR GOOD

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A fog rolls into town,

blanketing the streets.

A silence descends

as night takes over.

A crow watches

and waits.

The moon rises

with the creatures.

Shadows walk softly,

leaving no footsteps behind.

A trail of dead bodies 

lie scattered In their wake.

The sun opens one eye,

afraid to see the damage.

But it must rise

and shed its light.

A burden the residents

of Oasis must bear.

In silence.

In secrecy.

Until The Dead 

are gone for good.

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DEADLY GAME

 

 

The stairs lead us to the basement.

Circular saws rotate above our heads.

Traps with pointy edges dangle close.

The door locks behinds us.

Water reaches our ankles.

Three doors appear on the opposite wall.

Will we make it across the water?

Will we ever see the light of day?

The house is winning the deadly game.

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DRIPPING WITH SIN

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    The waves are churning.

    My face is burning.

    What’s coming for me?

    I don’t want to see.

    It rises from the deep

    when all are fast asleep.

    The Dead come ashore.

    For me, they’ve come for.

    There’s nowhere to run or hide.

    I refuse to take their side.

    The Dead will not win.

    They’re dripping with sin.

    THE DEAD GAME

HOTTER THAN HELL

 

 

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

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