Friday, October 30, 2015

THE DEAD GAME -- The Journey into Hell and Beyond

Face to face.
Eye to eye.
A growl.
A  whimper.

The whimper belongs to me.
I'm David,
One of the invited to the party
at the deserted End House.

Too many obstacles.
Too many ways to die.
Circular saws and sharp cages.
Wild animals stalking their prey.

We must find a way out.
Tom and Edward had fled through a doorway
And vanished for good.
Half our group is exploring upstairs.

My group is trapped in the basement,
Which is filling rapidly with water.
Three closed doors wait for us.
I can hear the animals behind door #3.

Whom to trust?
Who are my friends?
Are some of them my enemies?
I must be careful.

Louise is trembling with fear.
Mike is determined to find a way out.
He doesn't care about Louise
Or anyone else.

The dark room of animals is small and creepy.
Tigers are leaving their cages.
There's the door knob.
It's moving.

Maybe someone is trying to save us.
"Hey guys, I'm checking out the door."
It's stuck and the door is too heavy.
"Come on and help me open it."

Between the three of us,
We finally open the door.
Freedom.
Time to escape.

A long and slippery staircase
Down to the beach and rocks.
Creatures are flying at us,
Trying to knock us into the ocean.

What could possibly happen next?

THE DEAD GAME



Wednesday, October 28, 2015

TAKE ME TO PARADISE



Our imagination entices us.
It takes us to new places.
It fulfills our needs.
It defines us.

With our eyes closed,
We could explore the world.
Nothing to limit us.
Nothing to get in our way.

Oceans could be crossed.
Far away places visited.
Mountains climbed.
Passions enjoyed.

Doors need to be opened.
Thresholds crossed.
Our minds have the capabilities.
So many possibilities.

 A closed door stands before me,
Hiding its own secrets.
I will not let it
Stop me or inhibit me.

I will cross its threshold 
With eyes wide open.
Ready to take on the day
And maybe even the night.

The door opens to flowers and sunshine.
Lounge chairs on the hot sand.
The sun shining on the ocean,
Revealing palettes of blues and greens.

A perfect paradise waits for me.
A bathing suit lying across a chair.
Time for a swim and a tan.
A beautiful escape.

Maybe a little too perfect?
The sea breeze becomes a little rougher.
The waves stand a little taller.
The palm trees whip around in the wind.

It is my fantasy.
Its direction is in my hands.
Storm or peaceful tropical day.
Some excitement is definitely needed.

Heavy winds approach Oasis' shore.
I make a quick retreat to the hotel.
I join my friends at the bar
As palm trees fly across the pool deck.

I will follow my imagination
To wherever it may lead me.
I hope this story has a happy ending
For me and the town of Oasis, Florida.


THE DEAD GAME


Tuesday, October 27, 2015

THE DEAD GAME --- The Battle for Oasis



Let the darkness lull me to sleep,
With dreams of red sunsets.
Clouds drifting on cotton balls,
Encircling me with their softness.

Let the moon’s face shine on me,

Making me feel safe and secure.      
The stars twinkle in merriment,
Ready to tackle the night.

The day brings a new enemy

To our peaceful shore.
A dark kingdom will rise up,
A new kingdom for The Dead.

All memory of our town will be wiped out

With a mere swipe of their hands.
Rain and hail will flood the streets.
Fire will take down our church.
A hooded figure approaches me,
His gait slow and sure.
He slowly pulls back his hood
To reveal the creature beneath.
“My dear Linda, you have waited for me. 
I will have my ice queen at my side.” 
Wolf quickens his stride to reach me,
But I turn my face away.

I peek through my eyelashes

At his beautiful face.
He abruptly turns around

To summon his army.
Over his shoulder he whispers,
“I’m so sorry you will
fall in battle like the others.
Goodbye dearest one.”

He leaves with his followers. 

I am free at last.
I now feel lost
And abandoned.
Did I want him to fight for me?
Of course not.
I would never join The Dead.
But still…   

THE DEAD GAME          
   

Sunday, October 25, 2015

LET THE GAMES BEGIN --- THE DEAD GAME


The moon hides behind the house,
Too fearful to show its shiny face.
For the deserted house on the hill
Rules the nest and detests intruders.

We come in the night to save our friends
From the evil alive within.
We come armed and ready for battle
To free the ones lost in its tunnels.

A house with its own identity,
With The Dead living in its walls.
A house able to defend itself
From all strangers at its door.

I can hear the whispers and sighs
Coming from deep with its bowels.
I can see faces at its windows,
Elongated with hollow eyes.

We must return to the dark basement,
To the place of traps and swinging saws.
We must fight the evil hiding within,
Behind the three closed doors.

Gargoyles and grabbing arms
Block our way through the dark hallways.
A deep pool of water pulls us down,
Making us swim through the basement floor.

This time we will win the fight.
This time The Dead will yield.
This time we will leave with our friends.
This time the night won't rule the day.

LET THE GAMES BEGIN

THE DEAD GAME


Friday, October 23, 2015

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES — PART 1

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES — PART 1



I’m falling down a dark hole,  
Beneath the spot where End House had once stood.
I’ve reached the bottom of the rabbit hole.
Pea soup darkness envelopes me.

Shadowy forms are swaying in the distance.  
With the tunnel’s wall at my back,
I walk toward the strange objects.  
They look like lamps with brightly lit shades.

They aren’t lamps but tall mushrooms.  
Mushrooms in a variety of shapes and colors.  
A whole field of them,  
Sparkling far into the distance.

I could just imagine what Alice had felt  
About her Wonderland.  
Mine is too dark for my taste.  
But I must find the truth.

The mushrooms loom around me,  
Facing me with their iridescent spots and stripes.
A town lies up ahead,  
Pale lights flickering in the windows.

The town looks oddly familiar.  
The church is quaint and so are the stores.  
It’s my town, the town of Oasis.  
An underground town built to resemble the real town.

The stores are empty.  
The streets are deserted.  
Night is here without its blanket of stars
Or the protection of the moon.


I’ve found the beach but its sand is ice cold.  
The ocean is even colder.
No birds.  
No sea breeze.

He’s here.  
I knew he would be.  
“Linda, Welcome to my Oasis.  
Have you decided to join us?”

I step back.  
“No Wolf, I will never join you.  
Please let me go.
I don’t belong here with The Dead.”

His lips tighten as he moves closer.
He is not going to let me go.  
Ever.
I’m his prisoner.

Wolf watches my face.  
He sees my fear and my defeat.  
A small smile forms on his lips.
“My dear, our games have just begun.”

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES — PART 1




Wednesday, October 21, 2015

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES — PRELUDE TO BOOK II





I must see if End House is still standing.  
I was there when the house was destroyed.  
When the evil creatures were dragged  
From the windows by our chanting   
And cast into the raging sea.

The house had disappeared before my eyes.  
But yet, one section had remained standing,  
Before becoming transparent,   
And then poof,
It was gone for good.

I’m on a mission to see if the house is truly gone.  
No one else happened to notice the shadowy section   
That had hovered and wavered until it dissolved.  
But I know it’s still there.  
I need to know.

The forest is quiet.  
I don’t hear birds chirping.  
I’m alone but I can feel eyes watching me.  
I should’ve parked closer to the house.
I don’t remember the path snaking around the trees.

Here’s the black fence with its spikes pointing upward.
Not a comfortable place for birds.  
How convenient, the gate is wide open.  
All I have to do is walk through the trees.
No gloomy house should be waiting for me. 


There is something up ahead.  
A large shadow in the mist.
It must be the pool. 
It can’t be.   
The house can’t be back.

I can see through it to the trees beyond.  
The sky is growing darker by the minute.  
The shadowy house is beginning to fade away.
It’s dissolving into the ground,  
Like it had done on that other fateful night.

All that remains is a deep hole.  
Why did I come alone?
I don’t want to check out the hole.  
I don’t want to be here.
I’m leaving.

Where did these heavy gusts of wind come from?
It was such a nice and balmy evening.
Now the winds are blowing their heads off.
 
The trees are thrashing their branches at me.  
They won’t let me leave.

I’m being bounced from one tree to the next,  
Like a football being tossed around.  
“Stop it! Let me go!”  
They don’t listen to my cries.  
I believe they are laughing at me.
 
“Here’s that!” I jab my foot into a thick root.  
The tree stretches out its branch to swipe at me.  
“No please! Save me!”
Too late.
I’m falling down the dark hole.

I can’t grab hold of anything firm.
The sides are too slippery.

Rocks and dirt are falling on me.
I can’t stop myself from sliding down.  
This was such a bad idea.

I’m falling too fast.
No light is coming from above.  
It’s just me and the darkness, my old friend.  
The darkness can’t save me now.  
Nothing can save me now.

I feel dizzy.
I’m being twirled in circles by the wind.  
Round and round I go.  
Where I’ll stop, nobody knows.  
The silly things that enter your head at the end.

I’ve hit rock bottom.   
I’m sore.  
My bottom hurts.  
And I don’t know  
Where the hell I am.

THE DEAD GAME CONTINUES

PRELUDE TO BOOK II

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

MY INTERVIEW ON "WRITE BITCHES" BY KAYTI NIKA RAET



Why I Write What I Write #17: Susanne Leist #WriteBitches

http://writebitches.com/2015/10/19/why-i-write-what-i-write-17-susanne-leist-writebitches/


Susanne Leist is a fellow Brooklynite I bumped into after teaming with a bunch of authors for an epic Halloween book party we have planned. Luckily she’s nice enough to allow me to drag her way down deep to my neck of the woods and share with us why she writes what she writes.

♥ ♥ ♥

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TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it?
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this?
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high. 





BIO

I have always loved to read books. My goal has been to write a book different than any other book that I’ve read. And I believe I have accomplished this. The Dead Game has dead bodies and suspects like a traditional murder mystery. However, it also has humans, vampires, and vampire derivatives. It has plenty of romance and thrills. And don’t forget the haunted house–we must have one of these.



BOOK LINKS/ THE DEAD GAME

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Monday, October 19, 2015

THE DEAD GAME --- AN ISLAND ESCAPE


Take me away from a world without color,
A world where life is dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean's waves,
Where rainbows can frolic and play.

The sun's rays shimmer off the water,
Leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow,
To a new land where to lay my head.

I fly through the rolling waves,
Touching down on a spot of land.
I am lifted by arms of fountains
And laid to rest on the pink sand.

Turtles scurry away from my hand.  
Birds fly around as they have fun.
The waves recede in their farewell dance,
Leaving me alone in the sun.

Who lives on this small island?
It's time for me to explore.
A hut of branches in a tree.
I must see if there is more. 

The steps are pretty steep,
I climb and step inside.
The room is small and dark.
Who knows what it may hide?

I hear footsteps from the room beyond.
They're coming closer to where I hide.
It's too late to run for the door,
I must face whoever is inside.

Todd saunters into the room.
Candles and two places set.
He throws me a big grin,
As if I am his prized pet.

We both wait in silence.
Todd slowly moves toward me.
"I hope you like my surprise."
I feel as cold as can be. 

I don't like surprises.
Especially from him.
He keeps me at arm's length,
Not letting me in.

I lower my eyes
From the fire in his eyes.
They're consuming me alive,
I'm burning up from his lies.

Todd makes an abrupt movement.
He strides across the room.
He kisses me with great passion
Under the blood red moon.


THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, October 18, 2015

WASH AWAY MY PAIN AND SORROW



Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.





 


 





THE DEAD GAME --- BLOOD RED




The battle between good and evil rages on.
The sky and water have turned blood red.
Red as wine flowing down the side of a cup.
Red as blood oozing from the a deep gash.


The Dead hold the world in their hands.
Our world of people, hope, and humanity.
Their world lies below civilization.
Below the depths of humanity.

They have to come to our shores.
They have come to Oasis, Florida.
To exert their claim over humanity.
To rule with a cold heart and an evil mind.

The Watchers and good vampires band together.
They must search and destroy the evil ones. 
They must find the leader hiding behind his disguise.
A disguise to fool some but not me.

Wolf cannot hide long in his protective shell.
His evil will come to the surface to show all.
He might be a charmer with women falling at his feet.
But I will not succumb to his charms a second time.

The sky shudders and bleeds its pain.
Thunder brings with it daggers of hail.
Lightning casts flashes of light upon the hidden.
Upon the dark shadows roaming the streets.

The wind calls my name, "Linda, come to me."
It is soothing like a warm blanket on a winter's night.
It holds promises of passion and endless love.
But I will hold strong and not weaken.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME



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Friday, October 16, 2015

THE HUNT

sex-blood-and-death:
 
 
THE HUNT

It first comes slowly.
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it a silence.
You can feel its presence.
Coming closer.
It’s now moving quickly.
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn.
Close your eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.
To encompass all.
 
 

TURNED TO STONE

enyaja:

TURNED TO STONE


I have turned to stone.

I’m chilled to the bone.

The coldness is spreading.

Where can this be heading?

Please help me.

You can see.

Life is at its end.

I can’t even bend.

Who’s my deadly foe?

I still need to know.

Leave me be.

You shouldn’t see

What I’ve become.

Leave and be gone.


THE FOLLOWERS

vintagegal: Dracula (1931)


THE FOLLOWERS

Who was the original vampire?

Most say it was Count Dracula,

Who had unlimited power and charm.

Enough charm to lure followers

All the way to hell and beyond.

He had one descendant.

Where can he be found today?

Is he one of The Dead in Oasis, Florida?

Come and find out.

THE DEAD GAME
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Thursday, October 15, 2015

HALLOWEEN BOOK FEST


All Hallows paranormal

 

All Hallows Reads – 29th October thru 1st November

Come Join Us! You Won’t Be Disappointed!

If you are looking for some of the best works in the fields of horror, and paranormal writing, look no further than this event.
Click here to join the Facebook Group

ALL GALLOWS READS

 

My time slots will be:

Saturday, October 31
9:00 PM EST
and
Sunday, November 1
8:00 PM EST


sounds creepy

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

PINK SAND

PINK SAND




The sand so pink and soft.
Keeps my spirits aloft.
The water so clear and blue.
I want to enjoy that too.
Sun brightening the day.
All I want to do is play.

A PLACE OF FANTASY



A place of fantasy there must be,
Where blues and green merge in the deep sea.

Clouds create formations into works of art,
Resembling soft cotton balls splitting apart.

I raise my face to the sunshine of the day,
Its rays shooting sparks as they frolic and play.

The sand is soft beneath my feet,
Warming my body with its heat.

Come with me and enjoy the dazzling sun,
We're sure to have fun till the day is done.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

THE GAMES CONTINUE --- THE DEAD GAME



Life has come to an end.
Time has run out for me.
Evil one of the night,
He is strong as can be. 

The winds rise in fury,
Calling him by his name.
He is known as the Wolf,
Who made The Dead Game.

A hand grabs hold of me.
Wolf has taken me down.
To his dark netherworld,
To tunnels beneath town.

I roam the bleak dungeons.
Death wants to be my friend.
I refuse to drink blood,
On this I will not bend.

In this maze of horror,
I track it round and round.
I will seek a way out
Till I fall to the ground. 

My love must soon find me.
Please Todd take me from here.
The walls are closing in,
One more night I can't bear.

THE GAMES CONTINUE

THE DEAD GAME



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