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A town where the snow is black, bringing coldness & fear. Old remnants of tears held back, and times too hard to bear. Woven from black sheets of rain, fear covers in disarray. Anguished & frozen with pain, dark petals fall in dismay. THE DEAD GAME SERIES
The world has gone topsy turvy, beyond the earth’s usual curvy. Terrorists rage chaos on the streets, offering students enticing treats. The blood cries grow crazier with no slack, No mean feat after Hamas’ attack. Will the world wake and see the lie, before more Israelis must die? Enough with the fake victim pictures; We’re tired of these encampment fixtures, spreading extreme hate and…
A small town on the coast of Florida offers tourists white-sanded beaches, blue skies, and an opportunity to vacation with the elite of society. Too bad the rich and famous include creatures of the night. How did this happen, you might ask? While vampires inhabit every country in the world, they blend peacefully with humanity. In Oasis, Florida, the human inhabitants have no idea vampires or…
I am thrilled my first book, THE DEAD GAME, is still finding new readers & reviews. Thank you. https://www.bookbub.com/reviews/4061474534
Silence reigns supreme. The sun hides its face. Palm trees shake their leaves. Winds quicken their pace. The hotel stands deserted. Flapping sounds fill the air. Dark shadows join the fray beneath his icy stare. THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
The Dead arrive in the dark of night. Time stands still. Birds take flight. I’ve had my fill of demons in the night. THE DEAD GAME http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Confused I may be, I can’t set him free. He has me in his thrall, but I refuse to fall. After I shut my eyes for the night, it’s his face I see in the dim light. THE DEAD GAME https://amzn.to/31wJpuN http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj
The sun will shine again. You will stroll with a friend. Colorful flowers will take bloom. Normality will be back soon.
(via A RED GLOW)
A glow in the night
will lead me astray
from the moon’s light
to where I can’t say.
Bloody prints mark the way
to a small town on the shore.
At the end of the day,
we are at the devil’s door.
Time has no meaning or reason.
You can travel forward or back.
Death will follow with each season.
It is past time for me to pack.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Alexander Calder, Sumac V. 1953. A glow in the night will lead me astray from the moon’s light to where I can’t say. Bloody prints mark the way to a small town on the shore. At the end of the day, we are at the devil’s door. Time has no meaning or reason. You can travel forward or back. Death will follow with each season. It is past time for me to pack. THE DEAD GAME by Susanne…
Snowbound at the inn, no one can get in, besides the cursed one who has already won, by picking off bodies, one by one. MEET ME IN MAINE by Susanne Leist http://amzn.to/3z0EcsQ
The sand is soft beneath my feet. I’m sure I’ve found a pleasant treat. A metal door swipes across the sky, removing the sun from the blue sky. Trapped in a replica of my town, I watch the sand become dark brown. My longed-for peace won’t be won since I’ve trusted the wrong one. PREY FOR THE DEAD https://amzn.to/2F1IiI2 http://bit.ly/2XCDuD7
pi-slices The void swallows me. I fall into the darkness. Silence engulfs me. I free-fall in space. Gravity, my enemy. No place left to hide. I keep my eyes shut. When will I hit rock bottom? The air turns chilly. My descent goes fast. I’ve come to my bitter end. Life is in the past.
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Source:slobbering Who sits and waits in the darkness? There is no movement in the blackness. As still as a fox waiting to pounce, She waits without a ruffle or flounce. A hissing sigh floats through the air. Are those snakes slithering in her hair? The ghostly form stands to meet us. Is she the hostess sent to greet us? We stand alone in this bleak hall. There won’t be dancing at this…
MY LAST YEAR is ready for your vote on AllAuthor’s Cover of the Month Contest! My best friend, Nounous, is working hard to reach his 15th birthday on January 10th. This past year has been difficult for him with his many medical issues. I hope and pray this year won’t be his last.
