Paranormal Stories

Two teens have made use of magic they don't understand and cannot control to try to land the guy of their dreams. The magic has given them voluptous bodies, but nothing has gone the way they expected. They return to the magic store where everything started in an effort to set things right. However, first they have to explain exactly how things have gone wrong.

A Halloween Story
A respected TV ratings analyst discovers that a secret he has been protecting for most of his lifetime is in great danger of being prime-time peril. Can a semi-mythical children's cartoon really be a catalyst for pure evil instead? And what would the overnight ratings be for the start of the end of the world? Stay tuned...

The continuing adventures of Art and Rose. Just a Boy Warlock and his Succubus making their way in the world.

A young girl in her final school year, and her Father move into a beautiful house in Vancouver. With the passage of time it seems someone or something else has moved in with them. You, the reader may not agree, but I think it is one of the best pieces I ever wrote.

Just a trip to collect a library--from a hermit in the Himalayas

A Seamus O'Malley Story
A short, whimsical piece written as an apology to a friend. Introducing the character Seamus O'Malley. / (Reviews)

Xeuxondra Universe
What do you do in a future where the world does not know of magic but governments try to control the paranormal? Escape, of course. But those who would control wizard Josef Samuelson are close to rearresting him, for good this time. His only hope of escaping a future as a government paranormal thug is to leave this world and dimension, if only he has the time.

This is my story for Halloween this year, I hope you enjoy it. It came to me in a nightmare one night. This is told by the 15 year old boy that it happened to.

The Warsaw Pact invasion of Czechoslovakia, 1968, I arrived and found myself nearly alone in Hitler's huge S.S. headquarters compound in Nuremburg Germany. Now occupied by U.S. forces they had saddled up their tanks to head for the border to guard against an invasion by the Russian tank army. A draftee, a mere private, I bunked in a large empty building formerly occupied by S.S. commandos. But I had female company.