Our heroine (Sue) copes with the loss of her beloved husband, dealing with loneliness, raising her children alone, as she struggles to get on with her life in the midst of life's beauty all around her. Sometimes, sexual healing is the outward sign of emotional healing? A snippet from my new novel "The End Of An Age"

Once, long ago, back in the not so politically correct depression days of the 30's, life was much different in the steamy underbelly of most big cities in America; especially for a sleezy Private Eye. To earn a living, they preyed on unscrupulous characters with no morals & no societal taboos, that mainstream society would call vulgar – but was reality in that distant place and time. This is an in your face story of one such pseudo-hero character, called “Big Dick Rockhard”. The Case Of The Disappearing Dame

In another time, in another place, back when innocence ruled the day, when hope & optimism filled the people's hearts, suddenly & tragically, it all ended, and sadness filled the land; never to return. This is a short story about that fateful day when the dream of Camelot ended in the hearts of many people. This short story is a snippet from my novel "Transfiguration (The Game)".

Fame always has a price - sometimes it's the ultimate price. A Short Story about The day the music died - for many of us. A snippet from my novel "Transfiguration (The Game)"

A Poem by Percivus

So, you think your life is boring? In a rut? Working your balls off to cover your nut? Wife constantly wanting more and driving you crazy? Wish a lightening bolt would strike you, just so you can be jump started into something more than normalcy, or removed from the same old same old? Careful what you wish for, and always remember …more people die from lightening strikes, than survive them.

Shit …the William Tell Overture started playing again on my cell phone. “Who could that be, and more importantly …what did they want?” A sour feeling suddenly punched at my gut. I was hoping that this didn’t wreak my Bangers and Mash plans tonight – and especially a seven o’clock Guinness? A strange number that I didn’t recognize appeared on the caller ID. Reluctantly, I answered the phone call. “Bob …Bob Summers?” “Yes?”

Robert M. Miles held the pistol to his head as his hand shook violently. He thought, “Would it hurt very much? Would he die instantly?” He was extremely frightened as he contemplated his impending suicide that terrible cold night in the Wyoming Rockies. It pleased him to think that 'she' would be the one to see his brains splattered all over his white leather couch and wall. A brief snippet from my new novel "Transfiguration (The Game) .

Evil knows no boundaries - Pure evil isn't politically correct - Ultimate evil doesn't control, it consumes. "Franco was confident that no one had seen him come here. He knew that Maria, his mistress and whore, should sleep at least eight hours more. The pills that he had given her would keep her out at least that long. The ride here had taken him two and a half hours. He knew that he had plenty of time to accomplish his plan." A chapter from my new novel "The End OF AN Age