Sunday, March 9, 2014

NO ESCAPE

4quarius:

by geørg

The Road To Nowhere
I want to drive and drive
and take the road to its end.
What will I find?
Will it be more exciting than
where I am now?
Will the people be more interesting?
Maybe.
But I’ll be the same person in just
a different place with different people.
Ho hum….
4quarius:
by geørg
The Road To Nowhere
I want to drive and drive
and take the road to its end.
What will I find?
Will it be more exciting than
where I am now?
Will the people be more interesting?
Maybe.
But I’ll be the same person in just
a different place with different people.
Ho hum….

Friday, March 7, 2014

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 86


Chapter 14
It was early Sunday morning when Linda was woken by loud, insistent banging at her front door. She threw on a robe and scooted down the stairs. She discovered Todd already standing at the front door, staring outside in amazement. She stood beside him and looked out.
     Louise was standing alone in the bright sunshine with ripped clothing and a stunned look plastered across her pale face. She began muttering something to Todd about the gazebo and the beach. She said that she was sorry over and over again. She looked so white and lifeless to—like all her blood had been drained from her body.
     Todd  lifted her up and carried her inside. He placed her  on the living room couch and waited for her to speak. But Louise just lay there limp and unmoving—as if life was already over for her.
     Much more impatient, Linda cried out, “Louise! You’re
alive! We assumed that you were dead! Mike saw you hanging in the gazebo!”
     “I’d been so sure that I was going to die. I remember thinking that I was too young to die. Instead I woke up on the sand below End House. But I remember hanging in the gazebo with creatures dancing around me, chanting in a weird language.”

THIS IS THE LIFE

e4rthy:

Sunset on the Beach by Vitaliy Sokol

 

BEAUTIFUL COLORS
WARM SUNLIGHT
SALTY WATER
SOUNDS OF THE WAVES
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME THAT
YOU SAT BACK AND ENJOYED THE
SOUNDS AND SIGHTS OF NATURE?
NOT OFTEN ENOUGH.
e4rthy:
Sunset on the Beach by 

BEAUTIFUL COLORS
WARM SUNLIGHT
SALTY WATER
SOUNDS OF THE WAVES
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME THAT
YOU SAT BACK AND ENJOYED THE
SOUNDS AND SIGHTS OF NATURE?
NOT OFTEN ENOUGH.

vurtual:

Three seagulls (by Milko Marchetti)

TO BE FREE!
TO FLY WHEREVER YOU WANT.
WITH WHOMEVER YOU WANT.
BEG, BORROW, OR STEAL.
THIS IS THE LIFE!
vurtual:
Three seagulls (by Milko Marchetti)
TO BE FREE!
TO FLY WHEREVER YOU WANT.
WITH WHOMEVER YOU WANT.
BEG, BORROW, OR STEAL.
THIS IS THE LIFE!

REVENGE CAN BE SERVED SWEET

If ghosts really do exist,
what do you think they’re doing?
Do you think they’re dancing in
a cemetery between the gravestones.
Could they be following people around
and blowing in their ears?
If I was a ghost, I’d be following the person
who was the meanest to me in life and
playing awful pranks on her (ahem, or him).
That is why we have our imaginations, so
that we can seek revenge in our dreams.
If ghosts really do exist,
what do you think they’re doing?
Do you think they’re dancing in
a cemetery between the gravestones.
Could they be following people around
and blowing in their ears?
If I was a ghost, I’d be following the person
who was the meanest to me in life and
playing awful pranks on her (ahem, or him).
That is why we have our imaginations, so
that we can seek revenge in our dreams.

NO ONE IS HOME


DO YOU EVER FEEL THAT YOU ARE
LOOKING INTO SOMEONE’S EYES
AND NOBODY IS HOME.
HE’S NOT LISTENING YOU.
HE’S LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM.
HE’S ONLY CONCERNED ABOUT HIMSELF.
HE HAS NO SOUL BUT IS AN EMPTY SHELL.
IT IS UNFORTUNATE BUT THIS HAPPENS
WAY TOO OFTEN.
DO YOU EVER FEEL YOU ARE
LOOKING INTO SOMEONE’S EYES
AND NOBODY IS HOME.
HE’S NOT LISTENING YOU.
HE’S LOOKING AROUND THE ROOM.
HE’S ONLY CONCERNED ABOUT HIMSELF.
HE HAS NO SOUL BUT IS AN EMPTY SHELL.
IT'S UNFORTUNATE BUT THIS HAPPENS
WAY TOO OFTEN.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 85



   “I’ve never sleepwalked before;  Someone had hypnotized me!”  Shana was relieved that it had been Sam who found her, since she would’ve been mortified if a total stranger had come to her rescue. She felt safe and warm in his arms. And he smelled so nice, like cologne or aftershave.  She could fall asleep in his arms and dream….
     “What do you think was the hypnotic suggestion that was given to you?” Sam asked.  He woke her from her brief reverie.
     “I think I was supposed to feel unimportant and insignificant in the scheme of things…making me want to kill myself by jumping off the tower.” Shana got the chills when she thought about what had almost happened to her.
     “Don’t worry, you’re safe now. I’m bringing you to my office; no one will be there. You can rest and put on some warm clothes. When you’re ready, I’ll take you back home.”
     “Please don’t tell anyone—not even Linda. I have to figure this out myself.”   
     Sam entered his private office and laid her down on the couch. “You’re not alone in this; all your friends are here for you. I’m here for you. You can tell Todd anything. I’ve been through so much with him that you can trust him with your life.”
     “You can tell Todd, but my friends don’t need to know yet. It wouldn’t serve any purpose except to frighten them further.”
     “Okay, I’ll do whatever you ask. When you’re ready, you can tell them yourself.”
      After she changed into Sam’s extra clothing and rested a bit, he drove her home. She felt embarrassed about what had just happened; she couldn’t understand what could have made her climb up a tower in the middle of the night and then consider jumping off.
      Huddled against the car’s door, she took a quick peek at Sam’s face. He was staring ahead at the road, deep in thought. Then he turned his face toward her and gave her a warm smile. She realized for the first time that even with his tough exterior, he was soft and gentle inside. She sank back into her seat and closed her weary eyes.

     Shana opened her eyes and was startled: she didn’t know where she was. She peered into the darkness. She was lying on her bed in her room—but she had just been in the car with Sam. She glanced over at the chair beside her bed and found Sam sound asleep. He must have carried her to bed and then had conked out on the chair. He did look tired: events must be getting to him. He carried so much responsibility on his shoulders. She’d just have to be nicer to him in the future. With that thought in mind, she fell asleep. She slept through the night, knowing that she had Sam beside her to protect her.

LIFE IS A STAGE


THE NIGHT.
THE SUN SETS.
THE MOON RISES.
WHAT WAS BRIGHT AND COLORFUL
DURING THE DAY IS NOW DARK AND GLOOMY.
THE STAGE IS SET.
THE SCENERY IS IN PLACE.
WE ARE READY FOR ANYTHING TO HAPPEN.
THE CURTAIN RISES.
ARE WE PREPARED?
WHAT WILL LIFE BRING TO US?
LET’S WAIT AND SEE.
LIFE IS A SET STAGE
READY FOR ITS FIRST ACT.
THE NIGHT.
THE SUN SETS.
THE MOON RISES.
WHAT WAS BRIGHT AND COLORFUL
DURING THE DAY IS NOW DARK AND GLOOMY.
THE STAGE IS SET.
THE SCENERY IS IN PLACE.
WE ARE READY FOR ANYTHING TO HAPPEN.
THE CURTAIN RISES.
ARE WE PREPARED?
WHAT WILL LIFE BRING TO US?
LET’S WAIT AND SEE.
LIFE IS A SET STAGE
READY FOR ITS FIRST ACT.

WHAT'S BEHIND THE MEOW?


DO ANIMALS THINK LIKE WE DO?
THEY GET UPSET.
THEY GET MAD.
THEY GET HUNGRY.
THEY RECOGNIZE THEIR OWNERS,
BUT DO THEY LOVE US?
I BELIEVE MY DOG LOVES ME.
I LOVE HIM.
DO ANIMALS THINK LIKE WE DO?
THEY GET UPSET.
THEY GET MAD.
THEY GET HUNGRY.
THEY RECOGNIZE THEIR OWNERS,
BUT DO THEY LOVE US?
I BELIEVE MY DOG LOVES ME.
I LOVE HIM.

WHAT'S THE RUSH?

WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP TALKING ABOUT DEATH
AND KILLING THEMSELVES?
WE ARE ALIVE FOR SUCH A SHORT TIME.
WE WILL BE DEAD FOREVER.
SO WHAT IS THE RUSH?
WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP TALKING ABOUT DEATH
AND KILLING THEMSELVES?
WE ARE ALIVE FOR SUCH A SHORT TIME.
WE WILL BE DEAD FOREVER.
SO WHAT IS THE RUSH?

THE DEPTHS OF OUR IMAGINATIONS




































IF WE JUST USE OUR IMAGINATIONS,
ANYTHING COULD BE POSSIBLE.
FLYING HORSES AND DOGS, MAYBE A FEW
DRESSED UP BIRDS.
WHATEVER YOU MIGHT IMAGINE COULD
COME TRUE TO YOU--IN YOUR MIND.
ENJOY!

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

BENEATH END HOUSE

witchinqhour:

✩☽Witchinqhour’s Edits☾✩ l Source

THE FLOOR AT END HOUSE OPENS UP.
THE POOR VISITORS FALL DOWN
A LONG, DARK TUNNEL.
THEY TRY TO GRAB ONTO THE SLIPPERY
WALLS, BUT THEY CAN’T HOLD ON.
THEY FALL FURTHER DOWN THE STEEP SLOPE.
WHAT LIES BENEATH THE NETHER REACHES
OF END HOUSE?
ONLY THE DEAD KNOW.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
witchinqhour:
✩☽Witchinqhour’s Edits☾✩ l Source
THE FLOOR AT END HOUSE OPENS UP.
THE POOR VISITORS FALL DOWN
A LONG, DARK TUNNEL.
THEY TRY TO GRAB ONTO THE SLIPPERY
WALLS, BUT THEY CAN’T HOLD ON.
THEY FALL FURTHER DOWN THE STEEP SLOPE.
WHAT LIES BENEATH THE NETHER REACHES
OF END HOUSE?
ONLY THE DEAD KNOW.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 84

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 84


     Sam’s whole body trembled with relief; for a moment he feared that she’d been trying to kill herself. In the middle of the night, he heard her moving around the apartment, but didn’t realize right away that she left. When he checked her bedroom, he found her sheets rumpled and her bed empty. He panicked and raced out after her. 
     He ran like a madman through the dark streets. He wasn’t able to find her until he glanced up and noticed a white shadowy form balanced on the ledge of the church’s tower. He was stunned when he recognized the white indistinct shadow to be Shana in her snowy white nightgown. He called her name over and over again until she focused on him. It was if she’d been sleepwalking and just woke up.
     He dashed up the tower stairs and found her clutching the side of the building, trying to keep herself from falling off the narrow ledge. He ran to her and pulled her into his arms. When she realized that she was safe, she began to sob. Between sobs, she explained to him that she hadn’t climbed up the tower willingly, since she was terrified of heights.
     “Maybe you were sleepwalking?” said Sam. He carried her down the stairs, holding her close to his body to shield her from the cold wind. He couldn’t figure out why it was freezing cold tonight when there was usually a warm breeze blowing in from the ocean. But most of all, he couldn’t figure out why Shana—a reasonably sane woman—had climbed up to the top of the church’s tower to balance on its narrow ledge.

THE DEAD GAME — DAY 84
     Sam’s whole body trembled with relief; for a moment he feared that she’d been trying to kill herself. In the middle of the night, he heard her moving around the apartment, but didn’t realize right away that she left. When he checked her bedroom, he found her sheets rumpled and her bed empty. He panicked and raced out after her.
     He ran like a madman through the dark streets. He wasn’t able to find her until he glanced up and noticed a white shadowy form balanced on the ledge of the church’s tower. He was stunned when he recognized the white indistinct shadow to be Shana in her snowy white nightgown. He called her name over and over again until she focused on him. It was if she’d been sleepwalking and just woke up.
     He dashed up the tower stairs and found her clutching the side of the building, trying to keep herself from falling off the narrow ledge. He ran to her and pulled her into his arms. When she realized that she was safe, she began to sob. Between sobs, she explained to him that she hadn’t climbed up the tower willingly, since she was terrified of heights.
     “Maybe you were sleepwalking?” said Sam. He carried her down the stairs, holding her close to his body to shield her from the cold wind. He couldn’t figure out why it was freezing cold tonight when there was usually a warm breeze blowing in from the ocean. But most of all, he couldn’t figure out why Shana—a reasonably sane woman—had climbed up to the top of the church’s tower to balance on its narrow ledge.

lifeisthefight:

Having a bad day?
Some days it’s better
not to look into the mirror.
lifeisthefight:

Having a bad day?
Some days it’s better
not to look into the mirror.

A small hole in glass can become wider over time
if left unattended.
A hole or damage to one’s heart can also
leader to further pain if left unattended.

A small hole in glass can become wider over time
if left unattended.
A hole or damage to one’s heart can also
leader to further pain if left unattended.

s-pell:

.

WHEN YOU ARE FLYING HIGH ABOVE THE CLOUDS,
DON’T YOU FEEL THAT EVERYTHING BELOW IS SMALL.
EVERYDAY TROUBLES FEEL INSIGNIFICANT IN
THE GRAND SCHEME OF LIFE.
I ALSO FEEL THIS WAY WHEN I LOOK OUT
AT THE ROARING WAVES OF THE OCEAN.
IT IS GOOD TO TAKE A STEP BACK AND
LOOK AT LIFE FROM ABOVE AND BELOW.
TO SEE WHAT IS REALLY IMPORTANT IN LIFE.
s-pell:

WHEN YOU ARE FLYING HIGH ABOVE THE CLOUDS,
DON’T YOU FEEL THAT EVERYTHING BELOW IS SMALL.
EVERYDAY TROUBLES FEEL INSIGNIFICANT IN
THE GRAND SCHEME OF LIFE.
I ALSO FEEL THIS WAY WHEN I LOOK OUT
AT THE ROARING WAVES OF THE OCEAN.
IT IS GOOD TO TAKE A STEP BACK AND
LOOK AT LIFE FROM ABOVE AND BELOW.
TO SEE WHAT IS REALLY IMPORTANT IN LIFE.
WHY DO I LIKE CEMETERIES?
WHY AM I OBSESSED WITH DEATH?
I LOVE MURDER MYSTERIES,
HAUNTED HOUSE, VAMPIRES,
WITCHES, DEMONS, GHOSTS, AND
ANY OTHER CREATURE OF THE DARK.
WHEN I FIND THE ANSWER, I’LL LET
YOU KNOW.
BUT FOR NOW, I WILL READ AND
WRITE MY MURDER MYSTERIES.

WHY DO I LIKE CEMETERIES?
WHY AM I OBSESSED WITH DEATH?
I LOVE MURDER MYSTERIES,
HAUNTED HOUSE, VAMPIRES,
WITCHES, DEMONS, GHOSTS, AND
ANY OTHER CREATURE OF THE DARK.
WHEN I FIND THE ANSWER, I’LL LET
YOU KNOW.
BUT FOR NOW, I WILL READ AND
WRITE MY MURDER MYSTERIES.

THE DEAD GAME -- DAY 83



Chapter 13
Shana tossed and turned most of the night. She was caught in a nightmare where she was running through town in the middle of the night, only wearing her nightgown. It felt so real. The night air felt cold on her skin and the wind blew her nightgown against her legs. Her feet hurt; they felt bruised by the sharp rocks on the ground. She looked down and realized that she was barefoot.
     She didn’t know why she was running, or from whom. She knew only that she had to get somewhere before it was too late. Then she noticed the church looming in front of her. Why would she want to go into the church in the middle of the night? Why was she running up the stairs to the tall bell tower? She was terrified of heights and would never willingly climb up a tower. What was happening to her?
     The next moment she was gazing over the ledge—high up in the tower—looking down at the town below her. Everything seemed small and insignificant. She felt small and unimportant. She just wanted to fly away and be free.
     She stood up on the narrow ledge and spread her arms out wide; she wanted to know what it felt like to be free from this town and all the fear that she’d felt trapped in since she moved here. She would miss Linda, but knew that Linda would be much happier without her and her paranoid fears.
     In the distance she heard someone calling her name. She tried to ignore it, but kept hearing her name being called over and over again. She looked down and noticed Sam standing below her on the sidewalk, yelling out her name and telling her how much he cared for her. She gazed into his green eyes and realized that she didn’t want to leave him. And what was she doing standing on a ledge in the middle of the night?
     She felt like she’d just been released from a trance.  She called down to Sam, “I don’t know how I got up here, and I don’t think that I can get down by myself.”

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

MY INTERVIEW

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MY INTERVIEW BY A FELLOW AUTHOR




Megan Cashman

~ Author



Author Interviews: Susanne Leist


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Sometimes it is not easy to categorize one’s book. Genres can be blurred by a theme or character, and usually that is because we all have different literary tastes. Author Susanne Leist is one of these authors. She combined her love for mysteries, thrillers and the paranormal with her book, The Dead Game, which is the first book in a trilogy. Here she is to talk about her writing, her book and her self-publishing:  Susanne Leist
MC: Many dream of one day writing a book. What prompted you to turn that dream into reality?
SL: I have been reading murder mysteries and thrillers since I was a teenager. I’ve read all types of mysteries, from Agatha Christie to Sherlock Holmes.  In recent years, I’ve begun to read paranormal mysteries. These books bring fantasy and the surreal to the simple murder mystery.
It is hard to find books that combine paranormal with mystery. That is why I decided to write a paranormal, murder mystery of my own.  It is the type of book that I search for and love to read.
My book, The Dead Game, has dead bodies and suspects like a traditional murder mystery. However, it also has humans, vampires, and vampire derivatives. And don’t forget the haunted house—we must have one of these.
MC: How did you balance writing your book with work and family?
SL: At this point of my life I have time to write. One daughter is married and the other is in college. Since I’m not working, I have free time to devote to my craft.
My writing didn’t begin as a craft. It began as a hobby, which grew over the years into a book. With a finished book in hand, I decided that it was time to publish. Since I self-published, I had to enter cyberspace to find readers. Soon I had Facebook, Twitter, and Google accounts. I even created blogs. I entered a whole new world. I’ve met many Indie authors, independent authors, who are very supportive of each other.
I am no longer alone.
MC: What intrigues you more: the paranormal or mysteries?
SL: I enjoy books that challenge me. I need a murder or a mystery to hold my attention. All the clues must tie in together at the end. The resolution must be satisfying. That is a true mystery for me, a la Agatha Christie.
The Dead GameThe paranormal also calls out to me. I love haunted houses, creepy settings, feelings of being stalked…To me, this entails a killer or villain. Most paranormal stories have villains and dead bodies, so they can easily become mysteries.
MC: How are your vampires different from all the others out there?
SL: My vampires have been created from my creepy imagination. They look human—that is until they attack. Then they have the red or green glowing eyes. They stand out from other vampires by the way they form alliances and mate.
Human vampires are a product of a human and a vampire. Their powers are different from a vampire’s power. Vampires can fly, shape-shift, control minds, and be killed by fire. They must stay out of the sunlight—unless they are protected by a special green glass. Human vampires don’t have these powers but only the power of suggestion. They are stronger and live longer than humans. They die of old age—if they’re not killed beforehand.
These facts are revealed over time in the book, and are kind of, a spoiler.
MC: You chose to self-publish your book. What made you choose this route?
SL:  I self-published my book. However, I wouldn’t recommend this unless an author has his or her marketing in place beforehand.
At the end of August, Outskirts press, the self-publishing company, informed me that my book was published. I’d thought that this meant it was ready for print. I was waiting for them to send out a Press Release and a Wholesaler’s Summary of my book. Little did I know that my poor book was sitting alone on Amazon and Barnes & Noble, without any words or background.
That same day, I wrote up my bio and summaries of the book. I opened online accounts and blogs. I hadn’t known what a blog was but soon I had three of them.
That same week, I joined reading groups and whatever else came up on my computer screen.
Now, four months later, I can sit back and breathe a little. I never want to go through those last few months again. If I had connections, or knew about the publishing business, I would have published the traditional way. It would have been harder at the beginning. Afterwards, I wouldn’t have had to navigate through cyberspace on my own.
My advice to a new author is to make sure that you are prepared before you launch your book. If you are prepared, then you can take the traditional path or the newer route of self-publishing.
MC: What can we expect from Susanne Leist in the future?
SL:  My plan for now is to find readers and a target audience for my book. The Dead Game is the first in a series of three books. The first book resolves the murder mystery, but at the same time, opens a Pandora’s box of new mysteries. Its surprise ending will lead to more surprises.
Once my book is established
in the marketplace, I will begin my work on the second book. I have an outline and notes all ready to be written. My writing often leads me in unknown directions, so I won’t know how the book will end until it does.
Susanne Leist:
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The Dead Game:
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