FOLLOW THE CANDLES

A MIRACLE

sagansense:

itscolossal:

The Cloud: An Interactive Thunderstorm in Your House

Try as we might,
we could never copy nature.
It could never be replicated
in its ultimate grandeur.
Its power and majesty never duplicated.
Flashes of light and mere rumbles
do not make a miracle.
Nature is not the sum of its parts,
but a heavenly presence in our lives.

A CLOSED DOOR

A closed door.
What could be on the other side?
Should we knock?
Is the house deserted?
Is someone waiting inside?
Linda and her friends knock on the door.
It opens on its own.
No one is there to greet them.
A red carpeted staircase protected by gargoyles.
A long hallway lit by candles.
They step inside.
This is their first mistake.


THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

Kindle
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Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

Monday, November 30, 2015

DARK SHADOWS

Darkness surrounds the town of Oasis.
The only escape is through the magical door.
The door that the villagers keep hidden.
Soon all the residents will need to escape.
The Oasis Hotel is engulfed in dark shadows.
Half-filled glasses sit on the tables at its bar.
Tables and chairs fly across its patio deck.
Where are the guests?
The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

THE HAUNTED HOUSE

Creepy house.
Dark and deserted.
Overgrown lawn.
Wind rustling through the leaves.
Dead quiet.
No footsteps.
No sounds of life.

That’s how I like it:
the creepier the better.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

HOPES AND DREAMS

Look up at the sky and hope.
Hope for better things.
A better life.
Life is what you make of it.
Keep your hopes and dreams close.
They will lead you in the right direction.

THE NIGHTMARE NEVER ENDS

prettysuicidal:

Once you begin to read,

your nightmare will never end.

You will be hunted and pursued

through revolving rooms,  deadly traps,  

and never-ending horrors.

There’s no rest for the weary in Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist 

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

FOLLOW THE CANDLES

The candles are leading us.
No one seems to be home at End House.
But the house is beckoning us.
It wants us to follow the flickering lights.
Should we go down to the basement?
What could be awaiting us there?
It can’t be anything good.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist