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Writers 'n' Bloggers

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Has it ever occurred to you, that as we lean more and more towards ‘simple and sweet’, we are losing a once much loved writing style?

Yes, flowery writing is dead.

Or rather, it’s dying…

Time-honoured classics, the likes of which famed authors such as Charles Dickens and Emily Bronte have penned, will soon be remembered no more.

How can they be when consumers and writers alike are taking the easy route?

People are striving both to read and write easily consumable media, as opposed to brewing up heavy literature and weighty poems

This, for the most part, is due to laziness.

Readers are strapped for time and can’t be bothered to switch on their brain – especially after laborious work.

As for writers?

Well, we need to pay the bills don’t we?

If the market calls for easy-to-read material, surely we must step in and provide!

It’s not as…

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The ocean holds mystery in its dark depths;

the myriad of fish and long lost possessions

hidden in its deep waters.

Its waves bury lost secrets, hopes and wishes.

If we venture below, will we find treasures, sunken

ships, or even dead bodies?

Too afraid to find out?

So am I.

THE DEEP

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80slove:</p> <p>Edward Scissorhands, 1990</p> <p>What is reality?<br /> Is it the picture perfect street with no people?<br /> Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?<br /> Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?<br /> It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream<br /> or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.
80slove:</p> <p>Edward Scissorhands, 1990</p> <p>What is reality?<br /> Is it the picture perfect street with no people?<br /> Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?<br /> Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?<br /> It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream<br /> or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.
80slove:</p> <p>Edward Scissorhands, 1990</p> <p>What is reality?<br /> Is it the picture perfect street with no people?<br /> Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?<br /> Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?<br /> It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream<br /> or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.
80slove:</p> <p>Edward Scissorhands, 1990</p> <p>What is reality?<br /> Is it the picture perfect street with no people?<br /> Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?<br /> Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?<br /> It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream<br /> or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.
80slove:</p> <p>Edward Scissorhands, 1990</p> <p>What is reality?<br /> Is it the picture perfect street with no people?<br /> Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?<br /> Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?<br /> It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream<br /> or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

80slove:

Edward Scissorhands, 1990

What is reality?

Is it the picture perfect street with no people?

Is it the haunted house loaded with spirits?

Or is it the everyday humdrum life we lead?

It’s a combination of both—it’s the perfect dream

or the dark nightmare that we make into our own reality.

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BEAUTY IN THE UNUSUAL

wnycradiolab:</p> <p>the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.<br /> photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier</p> <p>A work of art created by fields of rice.
wnycradiolab:</p> <p>the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.<br /> photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier</p> <p>A work of art created by fields of rice.
wnycradiolab:</p> <p>the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.<br /> photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier</p> <p>A work of art created by fields of rice.
wnycradiolab:</p> <p>the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.<br /> photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier</p> <p>A work of art created by fields of rice.
wnycradiolab:</p> <p>the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.<br /> photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier</p> <p>A work of art created by fields of rice.
wnycradiolab:</p> <p>the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.<br /> photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier</p> <p>A work of art created by fields of rice.
wnycradiolab:</p> <p>the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.<br /> photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier</p> <p>A work of art created by fields of rice.
wnycradiolab:</p> <p>the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.<br /> photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier</p> <p>A work of art created by fields of rice.
wnycradiolab:</p> <p>the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.<br /> photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier</p> <p>A work of art created by fields of rice.
wnycradiolab:</p> <p>the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.<br /> photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier</p> <p>A work of art created by fields of rice.

wnycradiolab:

the remote and little known rice terraces of yuanyang county in china’s yunnan province were built by the hani people along the contours of ailao mountain range during the ming dynasty five hundred years ago. the terraces, once planted during the early spring season, are then irrigated with spring water from the forest above, which reflect sunlight to create the images seen here.
photos by jialiang gao, javarman, isabelle chauvel and thierry bornier

A work of art created by fields of rice.

All creatures of nature are beautiful,<br /> no matter what creature this is.

All creatures of nature are beautiful,
no matter what creature this might be.

BEAUTY IN THE UNUSUAL

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THE DEAD GAME–DAY 50

      She said, “I’ll go.” She didn’t know where she got her courage from, but she was tired of being controlled by the freak who owned this house.
     She climbed the tower’s brick wall, using her hands and feet to push her body up the wall, brick by sharp brick. The farther up she climbed…the farther away the top of the tower seemed to be. She knew that this couldn’t be possible unless someone was playing tricks with their minds again—like with the water that had appeared.
     She was almost at the top when she heard a booming sound coming from above. The gate that had been lying across the top was now crashing down to one side—the side she was hanging on to. While she held on tight, she closed her eyes and prayed. The gate bashed against her, but she still managed to keep her footing. She climbed back down before she got swatted like an ant against the wall.
     “This must have been the master plan all along; that we all die in this house—one by one,” she yelled at Mike and David, who were both standing in the doorway with their mouths hanging open. Mike’s response was simply to turn around and stomp away. She was disgusted by this whole business and by Mike’s total lack of sympathy. He didn’t seem to be at all concerned that she’d almost been killed. She knew he wasn’t a real friend and couldn’t be relied upon in the future.
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THE DEAD GAME

EXTENDING THE SALE OF THE DEAD GAME THROUGH JANUARY 31, 2014

REVIEW OF THE DEAD GAME BY TOP 1000 REVIEWER Dii

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

The Dead Game
by Susanne Leist
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Publication Date: August 29, 2013
Publisher: Outskirts Press, Inc
ISBN: 1478704489
Genre: Adult Paranormal Mystery
Number of Pages: 325
Available from: Amazon | Barnes & Noble

Overview:
Linda moves to a small town to live a quieter and simpler life. She opens a bookstore and makes new friends. Life is simple–that is until the dead body washes up on shore. Linda is horrified to find out that dead bodies and disappearing tourists are common for this town. As soon as the sun sets, she and her friends are stalked by dark shadows. But this is only the beginning.

Linda and her group receive an unsigned invitation to a party at the deserted house on the hill. They are afraid of the unfriendly hill residents, who only venture out of their homes at night. They attend the party. They are pursued through revolving rooms and dangerous traps, barely escaping with their lives. Two of their own remain trapped in the house. Or so they think.

The Dead Game has begun.

The Dead Game
My Review:

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
Doesn’t the name Oasis sound like an idyllic place to live? The perfect calm and relaxing place to settle down, Oasis has small town charm, small town neighbors, and even a mysterious and foreboding house about which horror stories are told, oh and bodies are being found, drained of blood. Who or what would drain the blood of its victims? What is the dark secret surrounding the town and its inhabitants? A newcomer to Oasis, Linda can’t help but get involved, especially after a harrowing experience at the End House. Is there a serial murderer going around acting out a vampire fantasy? Is it possible vampires are real? Are there good vamps and bad vamps? From the day Linda entered Oasis, her life was set on a path she could never have imagined, and her boyfriend just may be part of the nightmare she is now living.

The Dead Game by debut author Susanne Leist makes a bold statement by crossing the genre lines, serving up one scoop mystery, one scoop romance and topping it off with a dollop of dark paranormal fantasy. Have you ever been somewhere, listening to someone drone on, while carrying on your own mental conversation, full of snark and attitude? There is lots of that going, lightening those dark moments with a little quirky humor. The main character, Linda is inquisitive to the point of putting herself in danger, as well as her friends who are all on board for playing paranormal super sleuths. They form a rag-tag band of amateur P.I.s playing cat and mouse with some serious evil that has been hiding out in town, waiting to make their play for power and control.
The attention to detail is very strong, from the settings to the characters themselves, mental images are easy to conjure, as well as the actions each character is making. While it doesn’t slow the story down, (which by the way is twisting and convoluted right up to that last page), it does require paying attention, as does the dialogue, which at times seemed too calm and intelligent when I would have been a babbling fool!

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THE DEAD GAME–Day 9 Of Page A Day Reading

 Linda was thinking about her town and her friends.  She is about to open the mysterious invitation.
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The grassy park was bordered on one end by the beach’s walkway and on the opposite end by Edward and Tom’s hardware store. The next store was Oasis Rentals, where Shirley conducted her business while delving into everyone’s personal life. Her neighbor was Louise’s Dress Up, which offered an extensive line of lingerie, hats, shoes, bags, and anything else the wealthy woman might require. Louise catered to the elite of Oasis, but had never been asked to socialize with them. That had to be the reason for all the jealousy that she’d been exhibiting toward Todd.
     Her mind drifted to her other friends in town. She thought about David and Mike. Their relationship was strange—a kind of love-hate relationship. Their antique store fronted Main Street with two wide picture windows. Their unique shop, called Artsy, was loaded with furniture, lamps, and art. Most of their business was procured from the new artists that they searched out and discovered in the local area.
     Next door to Artsy was Linda’s shop. Her corner store provided her with ample views of the walkway, beach, and ocean. She was also afforded close-up views of Todd’s building across the narrow street. The only other store on the side street was Nirvana, Shana’s horoscope reading, incense, and novelty shop. Shana floated around her store as light as air…wearing her long flowing skirts…with her ready smile and bright laughter.
     Linda shook her head and scolded herself for analyzing everyone and everything in town, when what she needed to be doing was preparing for that evening’s barbeque. She walked into her bright yellow kitchen, where her two cats were waiting to be fed. Gypsy was black and white with short, thick fur, while Pepper was a Maine Coon with grey and white long fur and a huge fluffy tail.
     After feeding them, she checked the living room to see if her cats had messed anything up. She found everything in its proper place. This made her feel safe and secure, even though it was getting harder to feel safe in a town where dark figures roamed the streets at night, residents hid in their homes during the daylight, and people disappeared from sight never to be seen or heard from again. But this was her Oasis, with all its quirkiness.
     She loved the layout of her apartment, where the downstairs rooms wrapped around a central staircase. The dining room and the living room offered unobstructed views of the beach through floor-to-ceiling windows, while the cheerful kitchen in the back offered a panoramic view of the heavily wooded hill.
     Upstairs, her bedroom’s sliding doors opened to a balcony, overlooking the beach and ocean. Each morning she woke up to brilliant sunshine and calming breezes, while at night she drew the blinds tight against the dark that brought with it creeping shadows.
     Returning to the front hall, she picked up the mysterious black envelope. She drew out a thick piece of black paper. Large bold words were written in white upon the black background.
 
     It read,
     “You are Cordially Invited to
     An Evening of Intrigue
     Mysteries to Solve and Games to Play
     10:00 pm Sharp
     Friday the 13th
     End House at Oasis”
     NO RSVP REQUIRED
     JUST BRING YOURSELF

THE DEAD GAME–DAY 9

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THE DEAD GAME–a supernatural murder mystery.

 

Why are the streets of Oasis unsafe at night?
Who are The Dead? Why do they roam the streets after the sun sets on the picturesque town?
Are members of The Dead human or vampire?
Are they the ones killing the tourists?

Read and find out.

http://outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame
http://amazon.com/author/susanneleist