Wednesday, April 30, 2014

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 129



The party was full of strangers. Each one more beautiful than the next.

     Todd brought Linda over to a group of people standing by the tall windows overlooking the garden. She was first introduced to a blond-haired couple, both dressed in white: the man in a white tuxedo and the woman in a long white gown.
     “Linda, these are my close friends from England, Duke
Alan Rutherford and his wife, Duchess Amy Rutherford. They came in for Diane’s party—as did everyone else in this room.”
     The duke bowed to Linda while the duchess bowed her head in greeting. They held themselves stiff and erect like proper English nobility. The duchess displayed ruby jewelry around her elegant neck and wrists. Linda even noticed sparkling rubies nestled among the blonde strands of her long wavy hair.
     “You old fox, you finally found a woman that you could introduce to us,” the duke said as he nudged Todd with his elbow. The duke was tall and handsome with blond hair and dark-green eyes. He kept a watchful eye on all the guests: he was laughing with Todd, but his eyes never left the dance floor.
     While Todd grimaced in reply, the duchess walked over to Linda and whispered, “They are very old friends who love to tease each other…. Just ignore them.”
     Linda smiled at her in response. The duchess seemed to be very pleasant and cheerful.
     Next Todd led her to a dark-haired couple, who were standing off to the side, listening to their conversation.
     “Come meet Count Vladimir and Countess Leona Stravinsky. They are from Russia.”
     This remark brought a dark scowl to Vladimir’s face. At first Linda had found him scary, but now with the scowl he seemed positively terrifying. Vladimir and his wife had perfectly chiseled features, tall lean bodies, and luscious dark hair; but all their beauty didn’t at all improve upon their icy cold demeanors. Linda nodded hello and then moved back to the duchess.
     The last couple walked over to introduce themselves. The tall, broad-shouldered man spoke with a heavy accent. “We are happy to meet you. I am John von Strobe and this is my wife, Caroline. We have come from Romania.”
     The woman spoke with the same accent. “We are happy to meet a friend of Todd’s. We have known him for many years and have never before met any of his friends.”
     Linda said, “Thank you…I love your accents. Were you both born in Romania?”
     The woman smiled. “Yes…however, I was born to a farmer and John was born to nobility.”
     Linda was impressed. “Should I be bowing?”
     “Oh no!” said Caroline. “We are very down to earth people and expect no special treatment from our friends. No one ever calls us Baron or Baroness.”
     Linda hoped that she hadn’t insulted them. But they were still smiling at her. John had such a beautiful face, with blue eyes that sparkled mischievously, while his wife had gorgeous black hair and dark-blue eyes. What a beautiful couple.

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THE WORLD OF MYSTERY


LIVE IN COLOR


Don’t let weeds grow
on your keyboard.
Use the keys to write down
your thoughts and dreams.
Without dreams, life becomes
black and white.
Let color into your life.
Don’t let weeds grow
on your keyboard.
Use the keys to write down
your thoughts and dreams.
Without dreams, life becomes
black and white.
Let color into your life.

ESCAPE


blackoutraven:

harmonies

Do what you enjoy most.
Read, play music, sing….
Escape into your own fantasy world.
Refresh your mind and energy.
You’ll be more than ready
to face the world once again.
blackoutraven:

harmonies

Do what you enjoy most.
Read, play music, sing….
Escape into your own fantasy world.
Refresh your mind and energy.
You’ll be more than ready
to face the world once again.

EVERYONE IS BEAUTIFUL


Everything and everyone is beautiful.
Don’t let anyone tell you any differently.
Everything and everyone is beautiful.
Don’t let anyone tell you any differently.

WANDERING EYES

jorgerocha78:

-»

When you are talking to someone,
do you ever feel like they’re not listening?
Their eyes are everywhere,
except on your face.
Welcome to my world.
jorgerocha78:

When you are talking to someone,
do you ever feel like they’re not listening?
Their eyes are everywhere,
except on your face.
Welcome to my world.

THE TELL-TALE HEART


blackoutraven:

Kingdom Hearts

Can you feel your heart beating?
Is it beating too fast?
Do you feel trapped?
That is because you are.
You’re standing in a pool of water,
in the basement of End House,
wearing your party clothes.
But there is no party, no host and no guests.
The door behind you locks shut.
The only way is forward,
through the falling cages
with their sharp edges,
ready to ensnare their next victim.
Circular saws begin to descend,
looking for heads to slice off.
Run!
Run for your life!
The owner of End House takes no prisoners.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881
blackoutraven:
Kingdom Hearts
Can you feel your heart beating?
Is it beating too fast?
Do you feel trapped?
That is because you are.
You’re standing in a pool of water,
in the basement of End House,
wearing your party clothes.
But there is no party, no host and no guests.
The door behind you locks shut.
The only way is forward,
through the falling cages
with their sharp edges,
ready to ensnare their next victim.
Circular saws begin to descend,
looking for heads to slice off.
Run!
Run for your life!
The owner of End House takes no prisoners.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

A RIDE INTO YOUR IMAGINATION

A RIDE INTO YOUR IMAGINATION

rocknroll-hippie:
Take a ride into your imagination.
Explore the deep recesses
of your mind and your fears.
Explore the unknown.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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rocknroll-hippie:

Take a ride into your imagination.
Explore the deep recesses
of your mind and your fears.
Explore the unknown.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881
  • pixography:

Yo Coquelin

In the basement of End House,
you are faced with three closed doors.
What lies behind them?
When you open a door,
will you be entering an actual room
or one from created from your darkest fears?
Does one hold a tunnel leading to more darkness?
Pick one and find out.
You are only limited by your own imagination.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

pixography:
Yo Coquelin
In the basement of End House,
you are faced with three closed doors.
What lies behind them?
When you open a door,
will you be entering an actual room
or one from created from your darkest fears?
Does one hold a tunnel leading to more darkness?
Pick one and find out.
You are only limited by your own imagination.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

NOWHERE TO HIDE


LOST AT A CARNIVAL


Linda is lost at a carnival.
A carnival of her nightmares.
A clown is leering at her.
The knife-thrower throws
his knives at her, but luckily,
keeps missing.
She runs into a tent.
Mirrors surround her,
playing with distortions
of her own reflection.
She runs farther into the tent.
She crashes through a mirror
and lands in a dark room.
The floor begins to spin…
Read what happens next in
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881
Linda is lost at a carnival.
A carnival of her nightmares.
A clown is leering at her.
The knife-thrower throws
his knives at her, but luckily,
keeps missing.
She runs into a tent.
Mirrors surround her,
playing with distortions
of her own reflection.
She runs farther into the tent.
She crashes through a mirror
and lands in a dark room.
The floor begins to spin…
Read what happens next in
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

GO TO THE LIGHT

When did life become so serious?
When did darkness begin to take over the light?
Some days feel like long dark journeys
leading to only more despair and darkness.
I want those happy days of youth,
where each day brought with it
new hopes for a bright future.
It’s time for me to change my perspective
on life and begin each day anew.
Happy thoughts create happy people.
Pull back the shades and let the
sunlight back into our lives.
We will be much happier and healthier.
When did life become so serious?
When did darkness begin to take over the light?
Some days feel like long dark journeys
leading to only more despair and darkness.
I want those happy days of youth,
where each day brought with it
new hopes for a bright future.
It’s time for me to change my perspective
on life and begin each day anew.
Happy thoughts create happy people.
Pull back the shades and let the
sunlight back into our lives.
We will be much happier and healthier.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

UNLOCK THE DOOR

Unlock the door.
Enter and be amazed.
A book can unlock your mind to many
adventures and mysteries.
What you can experience is endless.
All you have to do is pick up a book
and let it perform its magic on you.
Unlock the door.
Enter and be amazed.
A book can unlock your mind to many
adventures and mysteries.
What you can experience is endless.
All you have to do is pick up a book
and let it perform its magic on you.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 128



A strange party in a glass house. Linda felt lost among the guests, who were strange in their own ways.

     All of a sudden, Linda had a strange feeling that she was being stared at. She glanced around and was rewarded with a quick glimpse of Leanne standing behind a glass wall. She wore a severe-looking, long-sleeved black gown. It looked like she’d been watching them before she hid behind the green wall. A glass wall doesn’t hide too much.

     She watched Leanne make her way up the clear staircase. But maybe Leanne hadn’t been hiding: she could have been innocently climbing the stairs. Leanne was creepy. She was tall and skinny with long black hair, a serious look forever plastered on her long face. She was never seen laughing or smiling. In retrospect, she was hardly ever seen at all in town.

     Sounds of laughter flowed in from the entrance. She turned and noticed Reece standing in the middle of a group of ladies—all giggling and vying for his attention.

    He gave them equal attention. Maybe he wasn’t the recluse that people portrayed him to be. Reece was tall and ruggedly good-looking, but she couldn’t figure out his age. He had a full head of dark hair without any grey running through it. He could have easily picked any one of the beautiful women standing around him, but instead he chose a short and chubby brunette. She seemed to have a good sense of humor, since Linda could hear their laughter bubbling across the ballroom.

     Todd said, “Reece is a good person. I hope he finds someone to replace his wife, who died this past year.”

     “How did she die?”

     “She died from old age.”

     “How could that be? Reece doesn’t look old.”

     He didn’t answer, and she decided not to pursue it any further for now.