A PERFECT OASIS

A perfect oasis on the shore.

You could not ask for anything more.

Sun and surf during the day,

But at night there’s hell to pay.

The waves welcome daily swimmers,

But at night there are no winners.

Afraid to venture out after dark,

Residents stay clear of the town park.

One night, a hanging party was had

By the dark creatures who are plain bad.

Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.

We don’t even know who is our foe.

THE DEAD GAME

by Susanne Leist

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FOREVER DEAD

Why do we love vampire books?

Is it the blood and gore or hot romance?

I read them because no one is dead forever.

Even after vanquished, a vampire can return.

If only life worked this way.

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Prey for The Dead: Book Two of The Dead Game Series

Linda Bennett’s bookstore entices tourists and residents with the aroma of brewed coffee and fresh pastries. Life has been peaceful in Oasis, Florida, where the beaches offer white sand, and the ocean sparkles in shades of blue and grey. Linda has made new friends and settled into the slow lifestyle of the quaint town. Then one morning, the lights go out; an explosion rocks her shop and throws the town back in time.

The Dead vampires have returned to free a powerful family of vampires from the tunnels beneath the town. To defeat the evil vampires, Linda and her friends must join forces with the human vampires–known as hybrids–and the peaceful vampires of Oasis. Linda and her best friend, Shana Logan, pose as members at an exclusive club in Disney World rumored to be The Dead’s new lair. With the hybrids–Todd Morrison and Sheriff Sam–as their respective husbands, Linda and Shana uncover more than they intended at The Club. Leaving a trail of dead bodies behind them, they return to Oasis with more questions than answers.

Can Linda choose between Gregg Harris and Todd–the two hybrids who compete for her heart and are at war on opposing sides?

Will Shana and Sam grow closer or become bitter enemies?

Can Oasis survive the battle between good and evil?

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A COLD HELL

Blackness beckons.

Fingers grab me.

Teeth rip at me.

Fish beside me.

THE DEAD  below.

Laughter fills the void.

A cold hell for me.

I am lost.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

WHERE IS THE BIG BAD WOLF?

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Where is the big bad Wolf?

Has Charles Wolf turned?

Is he a vampire or a wolf?

Anything can happen in Oasis.

We must be careful.

Don’t trust anyone.

We must fight THE DEAD.

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A DEAD MAN’S DREAMS

Walk through the gates.

A palace awaits.

Deserted it may be,

nothing is free.

The marble floors sparkle with light

through rooms of magic & delight.

Rooms furnished from the past

come alive as we walk past.

A dead man’s dreams of hope,

a man with no life or scope.

Only in darkness, he may survive.

Too bad he’s dead & not alive.

He waits for the end of time

in a house built on a rhyme.

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HOT WAX

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The candle flickers.

It melts.

Dripping wax.

A pathway of heat

For The Dead to follow.

As they reach up

From hell below.

Rising stronger.

Hotter.

Deadlier.

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GLISTENING

Glistening water so deep.

I see it in my half sleep.

Rays of white over it all.

Giving it a mighty pall.

What lives beyond the norm?

Something with a dark form.

It rises from the glowing wet.

It’s definitely not a pet.

With a body so muscled and strong.

It could be Wolf but let me be wrong.

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A HORROR TALE

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Stay away from here.

Death I cannot bear.

I’m telling a horror tale

with each wag of my fine tail.

An Oasis it is not,

Much more of a horror spot.

Tourists disappear

into the thin air.

One day they’re right here.

Next day they’re nowhere.

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LET ME OUT

End House holds secrets.
It holds living beings in its walls.
Creatures dying to get out.
Screaming without sound.
Pushing their arms and legs
through the walls,
hoping to escape.
But there’s no escape.
The guests of the party will
soon discover the sad truth.
No one leaves the house
without resulting consequences.
And some may not leave at all.
Who will live?
Who will die?
Only The Dead know.

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A PARANORMAL MYSTERY

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I grow in the garden of End House.

The only flower in sight.

Moonlight keeps me strong.

Thorns keep me anchored.

The garden is mine.

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I’m keeping an eye on you.

Have you read The Dead Game yet?

If not, I know where you live.

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As darkness falls,

statues come alive.

Shadows emerge 

from tombs and graves.

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Beware of the nights.

They bring brutal winds

and the walking dead.

Bolt your doors.

Lock your windows.

The dark shadow behind you

might not be your own.

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THE DEAD GAME HAS BEGUN

Book 1 in Series

Darkness brings a pall to the streets.

A dread that can be felt by all.

It follows me with soft footsteps.

Growing closer behind me with each step.

The stores are closed and shuttered.

Night has fallen too quickly this day.

Has everyone else gone to hide,

Leaving me to fend off the encroaching dusk?

I should have listened to my heart's song.

Listened to reason and right from wrong.

I'm now trapped in this horror of despair.

Waiting for death to take me in its arms.

The shadows are growing larger.

Surrounding me from all sides.

There's nowhere to run. 

I will stand strong.

He's here.

I can feel him.

He's come back for me.

No one is safe from his wrath.

The cold wraps around me.

My hair drips icicles down my neck.

I shiver in dread of my future.

Will I become queen of The Dead?

The Dead Game has begun.

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THE DEVIL HIDES HIS FACE

He has come for me.

I’ll never be free.

He comes this night.

Fear at first sight.

He claims his love.

But he’s no dove.

He’s evil as can be.

Always searching for me.

I must hide until morning.

Or the town will be mourning.

The devil hides his face.

I know his deadly pace.

His footsteps ring hollow.

Steps quicken to follow.

He sings a sweet song.

I know I’m not wrong.

The devil is right behind me.

Even though his face I can’t see.

He has me in his grasp.

I cry out with a gasp.

He kisses me with passion.

I know this is his fashion.

To take what is not his.

And make me only his.

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