A group of college friends find a travel agency that offers them a very unique vacation package. Soon they find themselves in a world of fantasy, with bodies that are not their own. That's when the adventure really begins. This story was originally written and posted in 2001.

Looking at myself I wanted to shout every expletive I knew. I tried to remember sentences and fragments of old English, but I couldn’t, only reinforcing my unfortunate predicament. It literally was all foreign to me. I’m guessing that anything I’ve learned from a later life can’t be remembered in this one. As in fact, the only thing I could remember was that I was a man.

The concluding chapter of Book 1

Funeral services will be held at 6710 Burt St. officiated by Father John Dvorak at 4PM. The family requests no flowers but donations made for the benefit of the American Society of Civil Engineers will be gratefully accepted.

The Return of the Scott

I am afraid of no man...one woman... and here she comes.

Perhaps not my final choice of title, indeed for obvious reasons “Life on Venus” sprang to mind. “Gene Hunt” is of course not my creation although perhaps “Jean Hunt” may appear?
Be gentle, this story is the first I have written in a very long time.
I will try to add additional chapters as I get around to writing them but have no idea where I want the tale to go yet. My muse and the storyline are still arguing over the teacups!

I don’t like Wisconsin today, because they almost gave me a couple of heart attacks last night… I’m looking at you John.

This week we meet Jessica’s family

Next week we meet Tommy’s…

The chapter brought to you courtesy of the United States Postal Service.

Lucky Number Thirteen...

A teenage boy and his mom are in an accident that links them together in a strange way and sets them on the path to becoming super heroes. This story takes place in my Legacy Universe.

All errors aside I thought I was handling my change rather well. But bravery is a funny thing; you never know when your courage will be spent…

mo' money mo' problems.

Some days it’s just not worth it to drag yourself out of bed.

Well I hope you know me well enough by now that you have figured out I wasn’t going to take THAT without putting up a fight.

There are some who say that I got what was coming to me, and hell, some of those people are me. But back then I sure didn’t think so, nor did I have any real expectation that it would all work out for the best. There was a time or three I even contemplated filling out my discharge papers with a 9mm. But smarter people than me restricted my access to firearms so I’m still alive to tell you my tale. A story of hubris and honor, duty and desire, true love and epic hate and this is the way it all started…

She of the Jade Skirt

She of the Jade Skirt