It happened just as Nookie said it would, no one was allowed to venture into the forest until further notice. It wasn’t so bad, thankfully there was food stock piled and we were ready for many days of seclusion if needed. The turmoil around me in every direction caused me to become introspective. I was [...]
The shadows beckon. I’ve just seen the future and it makes me numb, sad and fearful. It should have been different this time but…. I wonder, can it be changed, do I even want it to be better or is this of my own making? Each time I’ve found success, the floods came. Some faster, [...]
Chapter 1 - The End of Me “Arggh! Just leave me alone, Eddie! I can’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth! You’re a lying, cheating … scumbag and I don’t ever want to speak to, or see you, ever again, you … you wanker!” I disconnect the call and angrily loft my mobile [...]
The most explicit work I have undertaken yet, this story offers a glimpse into the private life of my most popular hero and heroine when Rose offers Skriker the ultimate birthday gift for his “Dirty 30″
What are we, if not the shadows of humanity? Dwellers in the crucible of darkness…. Quick. . . with the corner of your eye. . . You might just spy – A few of us standing – With wings outstretched Ready for lift off Waiting for the night. There are times when I. . . [...]
A sneak peek at my next novella. Originally written for my upcoming anthology, HUNT, an anthology of shorts and novellas following Skriker and Rose as they hunt down myriad paranormal horrors, this story will be released as a stand-alone novella by Solstice Publishing this summer. This particular tale, COYOTE NIGHT, takes place in New Mexico [...]
The first episode of an erotic romance series by R H Politz. Rated for mature readers – This story contains scenes of a strong sexual nature. If you do not wish to read about the sensual “sexcapades” of young loving people, please stop here. ~*~ Ah, the adolescent years when the traumas of school form [...]
In The Sorcerer’s Dream, about my initiation into the sorcerer’s world and mastering conscious (lucid) dreaming I describe among others shamanic rituals and ceremonies. My dreaming teacher Vidar calls the spirit boat a tradition with many rituals and ceremonies, comparable to the one with the medicine wheel. This ceremony teaches one to observe the cosmic [...]
The bench outside my window, chaperoned by sagacious sycamore earringed in green papery bits, scrutinized by a moon, misted in tears because it is no longer seen, bears witness to fumblings. Fumblings of need, lust, breaking and fixing. A grey-haired, red-faced human being struggling to control shaking hands, manages a crumpled brown bag from inside [...]
The golden sun was a more persistent lover, intent upon enjoying every exposed inch. He delighted in the raised tops of her breasts, pushed up by the padding of the swimsuit. Confident that effect was for his pleasure alone, he kissed them so deeply they turned rosy from his passion.
