HARMONY OF THE SENSES

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The rustle of the grass

as I make my way past.

The hard waves against the shore

echo memories and more.

The soft feel of the white sand

as I touch toes to the land.

The cries of the seagulls

as they dip to check holes.

A harmony of the senses.

A feast to cover all tenses.

Past, present, future converge

to bring pleasure to this splurge.

TAKE ME AWAY

TAKE ME AWAY

Take me away to better times.
To sun-drenched beaches.
To waving palm trees.
To rolling waves.
To better places.
To warm trade winds.
To white-sand beaches.
To bright sunshine.
To us.

CHANTING IN THE BREEZE

 

A breeze blows from the ocean.

One that smooths the white sand.

Feeling like the soft flutter of

a rose petal against your skin.

The sea breeze carries chanting.

Why do we hear it at night?

Are spells being cast in Oasis?

Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.

THE DEAD GAME 

WHITE SAND

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Endless miles of beach.

Coated in white sand.

Sprinkled in salt water.

Topped with colorful rocks.

A delicious dish

For the sated.

INVITING

Inviting.

Serene.

Peaceful.

Waves lapping.

Sun shining.

Tourists frolicking.

Palm trees waving.

Until the night.

Oasis changes.

Shadows move.

Bodies appears.

Wind cries.

The Dead party.

In the night.

All night.

THE DEAD GAME

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DELICIOUS DISH

Endless miles of beach.

Coated in white sand.

Sprinkled in salt water.

Topped with colorful rocks.

A delicious dish

For the sated.

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TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE


Palm trees waving in the breeze.
A taste of salt water in the air.
Calm waters in blues and greens.
Lush greenery as far as the eye can see.
Too good to be true?
Does a place like this exist?
It does exist in Oasis, Florida.
A small community nestled on the beach.
Brilliant white sand sparkles in the afternoon sun.
Tourists sunbathe alongside the pool of the Oasis Hotel.
But at night everything changes.
Gone is the feeling of peace and serenity.
Gone are the warm trade winds.
Instead, cold winds bring with them dark shadows.
Dark shadows bringing evil and fear.
The Dead have come to town.

THE DEAD GAME
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A PERFECT DAY

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A PERFECT DAY

Open the window.
Let in the fresh breeze.
A salty ocean breeze.
Ruffling through your hair.
A mist on your face.
What can be more perfect?
The view.
A view of the ocean.
The waves.
The white sand.
What can be more perfect?
The sounds of seagulls.
As they soar through the sky.
Through the puffy clouds.
What can be more perfect?
The sun.
Shining in the sky.
Giving warmth and hope to all.

A DOOR

I love doors.
What do the open to?
What’s behind this one?
If I were to guess, then
I would say that the ocean
lies behind this door.
A white stairway, with colorful
flowers growing on each side,
leads down to white sand.
Sand so soft that it feels like
velvet between your toes.
Before you, all you can see is ocean
in shades of blue and green.
In my mind, I run down the stairs
and sit down in the sand.
I take a deep breath of salty air
and watch the seagulls swoop
down to catch any fish on the surface
of the clear water.
All this can be seen just from a door.

CHANTING IN THE WARM BREEZE

Chanting could be heard in the warm breeze.
A breeze that blows in from the ocean and
smooths the white sand.
A breeze that feels like the soft flutter of
a rose petal against your skin.
Where is the chanting coming from?
Who is doing the chanting?
What do we only hear it at night?
Are spells being cast in Oasis?
Only The Dead know and they’re not talking.

THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
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THEY ARE COMING FOR YOU

Night falls in Oasis.
Shadows grow near.
Shadows that move in the breeze.
Stay clear of these shadows,
for they are coming for you.
The Dead love their games.
The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

THE DEAD GAME

Come visit Oasis, Florida. Its picturesque streets wind through the pretty town. Its coastline offers white-sand beaches. Its waters are calm and peaceful. During the daytime. At night, dark shadows roam the streets looking for victims. Secret parties are held in the mansions on the hill. Who is behind the murders and disappearances?
Read The Dead Game and find out.

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