Showing posts with label innocents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label innocents. Show all posts

Monday, February 27, 2017

THE EVIL INSIDE



THE EVIL INSIDE
Can you feel the evil?
Spreading through town.
Moving through the trees.
Entering through open windows.
Spreading.
Enveloping us all.
It comes at night.
Into our beds.
Seeking the innocents.
Ones to join them.
In their deadly adventures.
Do not join them.
Stand strong.
Don’t let the evil enter.
Once it’s inside,
it won’t leave.
Until all are dead.
THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, February 22, 2015

WALK IN SHADOW

undying-orchid:
Row of Trees (1915) by Jan Mankes (Dutch, 1889—1920).

WALK IN SHADOW

Who waits in the dark?
Stalking its victims.
Blending with the night.
Walking in shadow.
Lighter than air.
One with the mist.
Never seen.
Never caught.
Leaving death behind.
Traces of evil.
Evil wrought on the town.
Who are you?
Come out in the light.
I know you can’t.
I know what you are.
Creature of the night.
Come to me.
And your time on earth will end.
For I protect the town.
I protect the innocent.
Come out of the shadows.
And face me.
All will know who you are.
The leader of The Dead.
Your time is at end.

THE DEAD GAME
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

A SOLEMN PROMISE

A SOLEMN PROMISE

World Trade Center


The skyline looks clear.
I can see all the buildings.
Then one day comes and
ruins all days to come.
Intruders invade our space
and destroy our twin towers.
The towers that we love.
Towers that we grew up with.
Towers that we’ve worked in.
Goodbye to my precious towers,
holding the innocents of the day.
Goodbye to all.
Never again will our skyline be blotted.
It will remain clear and free forever more.
A solemn promise.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

A PARANORMAL MYSTERY


A PARANORMAL MYSTERY


I will grow in the garden of End House.
I am the only thing growing around this deserted house.
But I will continue to do so,
no matter what evil takes controls of this house.
The garden is mine.

I will grow in the garden of End House.
I am the only thing growing around this deserted house.
But I will continue to do so,
no matter what evil takes controls of this house.
The garden is mine.

  • I’m keeping an eye on you.
Have you read The Dead Game yet?
If not, I know where you live.

I’m keeping an eye on you.
Have you read The Dead Game yet?
If not, I know where you live.

  • As darkness falls on Oasis,
the statues come alive.
Shadows emerge from tombs and graves.
The Dead wake up to haunt the town.
Who is their leader?
Who is responsible for all the deaths
and disappearances?
Who is playing the deadly game
with the innocent residents?
Read The Dead Game by Susanne Leist to find out.

As darkness falls on Oasis,
the statues come alive.
Shadows emerge from tombs and graves.
The Dead wake up to haunt the town.
Who is their leader?
Who is responsible for all the deaths
and disappearances?
Who is playing the deadly game
with the innocent residents?
Read The Dead Game by Susanne Leist to find out.
As darkness falls on Oasis,
the statues come alive.
Shadows emerge from tombs and graves.
The Dead wake up to haunt the town.
Who is their leader?
Who is responsible for all the deaths
and disappearances?
Who is playing the deadly game
with the innocent residents?
Read The Dead Game by Susanne Leist to find out.

As darkness falls on Oasis,
the statues come alive.
Shadows emerge from tombs and graves.
The Dead wake up to haunt the town.
Who is their leader?
Who is responsible for all the deaths
and disappearances?
Who is playing the deadly game
with the innocent residents?
Read The Dead Game by Susanne Leist to find out.

  • blackoutraven:

Who is trying to come in
through the open window?
Should we check?
Or should we just run for our lives?
You decide.

blackoutraven:

Who is trying to come in 

through the open window? 

Should we check? 

Or should we just run for our lives? 

You decide.

Read a book
and you’ll never know
what will pop up from the page.
Dragons, monsters, and lovers
might fill your imagination.
You will never be alone again.

Read a book
and you’ll never know
what will pop up from the page.
Dragons, monsters, and lovers
might fill your imagination.
You will never be alone again.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 113


THE DEAD GAME — DAY 113
Linda and Shana were investigating their friends’ disappearance from the mysterious party at End House. They extended their search to include the deserted mansion and the quaint gingerbread house, both located on the dirt road leading from town.



     They walked outside into the brilliant sunshine. Shana proposed another idea that had Linda sighing unhappily to herself. “Let’s continue interviewing people: we could take a walk down the gravel road, and even swing by the pretty bed and breakfast.”
     “We can’t come back too late, because Todd will be waiting for me. Although it is nice outside for a brisk walk…” Linda looked around at all the residents and tourists who were out and about, enjoying the beautiful day. She nodded hello to people along the way, including her friends, Ralph and Lewis, who were bartenders at the Oasis Hotel. They lived in another town and commuted every day to work. It would be nice, for once, to be like everyone else and simply enjoy an innocent stroll through town.
     They followed Main Street until it ended at the sheriff’s office. A narrow dirt road led the rest of the way from town. It ran past the bed and breakfast and the huge isolated mansion, before it curved farther inland to join the bustling highway.
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THE DEAD GAME — DAY 113

Linda and Shana were investigating their friends’ disappearance from the mysterious party at End House. They extended their search to include the deserted mansion and the quaint gingerbread house, both located on the dirt road leading from town.


     They walked outside into the brilliant sunshine. Shana proposed another idea that had Linda sighing unhappily to herself. “Let’s continue interviewing people: we could take a walk down the gravel road, and even swing by the pretty bed and breakfast.”
     “We can’t come back too late, because Todd will be waiting for me. Although it is nice outside for a brisk walk…” Linda looked around at all the residents and tourists who were out and about, enjoying the beautiful day. She nodded hello to people along the way, including her friends, Ralph and Lewis, who were bartenders at the Oasis Hotel. They lived in another town and commuted every day to work. It would be nice, for once, to be like everyone else and simply enjoy an innocent stroll through town.
     They followed Main Street until it ended at the sheriff’s office. A narrow dirt road led the rest of the way from town. It ran past the bed and breakfast and the huge isolated mansion, before it curved farther inland to join the bustling highway.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

END HOUSE

artchipel:

END HOUSE


This picture perfectly represents the scene where the young

residents of Oasis entered End House for the first time.
              The deserted house stood alone at the edge of a steep cliff overlooking the ocean. No one was there to greet them except absolute quiet and darkness. It was supposed to have been a surprise party for them, but there was no host to greet them. There were no other guests.
              In the main hallway, a marble staircase faced them. Candles were lit on the staircase and along the house’s right hallway, daring them to venture farther into the house. The split up into two groups: the first group followed the candles downstairs; while the second group climbed the staircase to check out the upstairs.
              What lay ahead for this group of friends? Will they make it out alive from this house? Who is the mysterious host who had planned this fake party? Will there be games for them to play? And if so, will these games be innocent or deadly?
                 Read “The Dead Game” by Susanne Leist to find these answers and much more.
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artchipel:
END HOUSE
This picture perfectly represents the scene where the young
residents of Oasis entered End House for the first time.
              The deserted house stood alone at the edge of a steep cliff overlooking the ocean. No one was there to greet them except absolute quiet and darkness. It was supposed to have been a surprise party for them, but there was no host to greet them. There were no other guests.
              In the main hallway, a marble staircase faced them. Candles were lit on the staircase and along the house’s right hallway, daring them to venture farther into the house. The split up into two groups: the first group followed the candles downstairs; while the second group climbed the staircase to check out the upstairs.
              What lay ahead for this group of friends? Will they make it out alive from this house? Who is the mysterious host who had planned this fake party? Will there be games for them to play? And if so, will these games be innocent or deadly?
                 Read “The Dead Game” by Susanne Leist to find these answers and much more.

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http://amzn.com/1478704489
http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881

Thursday, March 13, 2014