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December 18, 2013
THE DEAD COME ALIVE AT NIGHT
Welcome! Come inside! The Dead have...
THE DEAD COME ALIVE AT NIGHT
Welcome! Come inside! The Dead have been tiently waiting for you. We’re having a party. Come join us! Watch out for the trap doors, the cool illusions, and the endless loop of revolving rooms. You must stay until morning. That is if you’re still among the living.
THE DEAD GAME ON SALE! NOW THROUGH DECEMBER 31st!
YOU CAN OWN THE DEAD GAME FOR ONLY $.99 ON...
YOU CAN OWN THE DEAD GAME FOR ONLY $.99 ON KINDLE AND NOOK.
GREAT AS A GIFT FOR THE HOLIDAYS. ESPECIALLY IF YOU WANT TO FRIGHTEN SOMEONE.
DAY 8 OF PAGE A DAY READING OF MY BOOK, "THE DEAD GAME"
Today is day 8 of the page a day reading of my book.
The young residents of Oasis receive an invitation to a creepy deserted house, perched at the edge of the cliff, with a long staircase descending into the sand. In my mind, End House resembles the picture above.
Linda and her friends must decide whether to attend the party. Linda is scared and unsure of the original residents. She even mistrusts Todd, who she has a crush on.
Read on.
As Linda thought about Oasis and its creepy residents, her mind wandered back to Todd. He was the only one who had the enviable position of belonging to both social groups. He was able to enjoy the company of her close friends, while at the same time he was able to conduct business with the elite of the community and attend their very private parties. He was the one person in town who was able to cross the fine line between the disparate social groups.
Todd had to be the key that could help unlock all the hidden mysteries in town. She also feared that he played a very important role in the town’s questionable politics and history, along with the sheriff and the original residents.
Not only was Todd powerful in town, he was also very
wealthy. His office building was by far the largest one on Main Street. The green-tinted glass structure spanned a whole block adjacent to the beach’s walkway. His investment company occupied all four floors, containing the offices for his many employees. Linda believed that Todd’s company was much too big for such a small town, and its ultra modern glass structure did not blend well with the countrified look of the other stores along Main Street.
In contrast, right across from Todd’s building was the picturesque town park. Its tree-lined paths offered residents and its many visitors benches for daydreaming and for gazing out at views of the sun-drenched beach and ocean, or at the park’s pièce de résistance: the large and elaborately designed gazebo.
At The End Of The Norris Branch by Troy A. Thibodeau
I enjoyed reading this book. It was more of a psychological thriller than a mystery or crime book. The thoughts of the detective and the killer were detailed in depth. We learned how Brian and the killer felt about each murder. Instead of bringing in a police Profiler, the killer’s mind was profiled throughout the book, through the author’s words.
LIFE COULD BE CRAZY
At times, life moves so fast around us that...
LIFE COULD BE CRAZY
At times, life moves so fast around us that we almost feel like we’re standing still. It’s hard to keep up. Especially around the holidays.
We must maintain our calm, no matter who pushes us or honks at us.
Let the traffic flow around us and keep our inner peace intact.
What do you see in your reflection?
What do you see in your reflection?
LET’S BE FRIENDS!
Dog walking along the street, looks up. He sees a cat perched up high. He...
Dog walking along the street, looks up. He sees a cat perched up high. He stops, watches and waits for the cat to climb down.
Black & white cat thinks to herself that maybe we could be friends. I’ll move closer to dog.
Dog moves away a little bit.
Okay, thinks black&white, we’ll be distant friends. I can handle that.
They walk off together, side by side.
The End.
December 17, 2013
This is really paradise. I wish I was there instead of here in...
This is really paradise. I wish I was there instead of here in front of the computer.
THE DEAD GAME–A PAGE A DAY–DAY 7
THE DEAD GAME–A PAGE A DAY–DAY 7
Oasis, Florida is a paradise...
THE DEAD GAME–A PAGE A DAY–DAY 7
Oasis, Florida is a paradise during the day, drawing tourists for its white-sand beaches and warm weather. At night, the town turns into an evil haven of dark shadows and dead bodies. Why?
Read The Dead Game and find out.
At least, Linda mused to herself, she had friends to come home to. When she’d lived in New York with her family, she had attended college and worked part time at a bookstore—not leaving her much free time to develop long-lasting friendships.
She remembered the day, right after graduating from college, when she’d been searching through the newspapers for a job. She’d run across an ad for a bookstore to rent in Oasis that appeared large enough to also accommodate a coffee shop. At the time she recalled thinking that the name Oasis sounded perfect for a place to start over. She was twenty-two at the time, but she’d wanted to find a new, more exciting direction for her life.
That week she’d visited Oasis for the first time. As soon as she’d entered the bookstore, she’d known that this was her oasis. The prior tenants had already moved out but had left behind rows and rows of bookcases. She’d stood by the entrance, contemplating the empty store, visualizing: a long coffee counter by the entrance; tables, chairs, and comfortable couches in front of the wide, corner windows; and long lines of bookshelves filled with books covering a broad range of topics, extending all the way to the back of the store.
The realtor, Oasis Rentals, was located on Main Street across from the book store. The woman who owned the rental agency had introduced herself as Shirley Griffin. She claimed to know everyone in town. Now, Linda realized, Shirley would be a good source to question about the strange invitation to End House.
Shirley had short blonde hair and light-green eyes. She appeared ageless, without any grey hair or wrinkles to reflect the passage of time. Only her voice had sounded old as she’d informed Linda about her listings for rental apartments. With an intense look, she’d explained that the original residents owned the large homes on the large hill behind town, while the remainder of the residents lived in the lower hills behind the hotel. The newer and younger residents rented the units by the beach. That had been the first time that Linda had heard about the dividing line between the original residents and the rest of the town. She later learned that this dividing line must never, ever be crossed.
Being a new resident—according to Shirley’s speech—meant that she’d be expected to move into one of the units by the beach. One week later, that was exactly what she had done.
Her store’s wide corner windows let in the radiant sunshine. She’d arranged her new couches, tables, and chairs between the two wide sets of windows. Then she’d stood back to look over her pretty handiwork, becoming mesmerized by the sun’s rays as it ran its long fingers across her couches’ bright cushions. That day she’d been content and happy that she’d moved to this quaint little town.
A short month later, with all her new friends watching, she’d put up the sign that read Oasis by the Sea, opening her doors to business. The bookstore had soon become a popular hangout for the town’s residents and its abundant tourists, where they could purchase homemade food, coffee, desserts, and of course, books.
Many tourists returned year after year to visit the peaceful, isolated little town. What the tourists didn’t know or even suspect was that Oasis had a long, dark history of unsolved murders and unexplained disappearances—which had somehow been concealed from the public over the years. In addition, End House had been the scene for many of these horrific events. Linda had just learned this from a friend, who happened to be a reporter researching the house. Too terrified to pursue this matter any further, he was afraid not only of the house, but also of the town and its reclusive inhabitants, not knowing if the sheriff or the long-time residents were behind these events. He’d warned her not to ask too many questions: to either leave it alone or leave town altogether.
Read a page a day of the The Dead Game–a mystery/thriller.
Also available on Nook and Kindle, limited time, for only $.99
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December 16, 2013
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
How could a beautiful town like Oasis, a paradise during the day,...
How could a beautiful town like Oasis, a paradise during the day, become a haven for evil at night?
Tourists visit the coastal town for its beaches and warm waters. At night, these same tourists disappear from the hotel—never to be seen again.
What are the dark shadows that stalk the town’s residents?
Why do the original residents hide in their houses during the day, only to appear at night?
Find the answers to these questions and many more in The Dead Game.
Be prepared to be frightened, like on a roller-coaster ride with many twists and turns.
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