Since Antonius For all you who have asked me for a sequel to my popular book Revenge of Jesus…. Well at last, it’s coming. Eventually. After completion of the first, I told myself and everyone who asked that there would never be a sequel. It took a lot of time to write Revenge of Jesus, … Continue reading At last…The Sequel!
I have posted several music videos on YouTube recently. Four are waltzes written for little girls. One is named Willa in honor of my mother, who once actually was a little girl. Another is named Kira and was written specifically for my granddaughter who is very special to me and really is a little girl. … Continue reading Alexander’s Music
In a few days, our third novel, “Are We A Band Yet?” will be released as an audiobook by Audible. “Are We A Band Yet?” is narrated by Janel Ridenhour and in our view, her best yet. This book was published a couple of years ago in small and large print versions and we are … Continue reading Another Audiobook!
Comey’s Eyes A Short Story by Alexander Francis New York, 1891 8:00 AM A little shift backwards and to the left enabled more of his chest to be exposed to the morning sun, just arising across the street above Murphy’s. Effects of the radiant heat on his blue coat were nearly instantaneous and … Continue reading Comey’s Eyes
THE GREAT FALLS Light rain started splattering his windshield as the sign for Old Dominion Road came into view. Rain had been intermittent since he left Georgetown and, given the low, grey November clouds, expected. Short days, cold nights… the season was sliding into winter, autumn’s furious color lying extinguished in mats of brown … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #10)
We’re On The Same Side Congressional Dining Room, Longworth House Chuck looked up from his meal and put his fork down. “You mean to say that you have nothing…NOTHING for me?” His practiced smile was still there, and Michael knew that Chuck had raised his voice for emphasis, not anger. It was his way of … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #6)
Conspiracy Bob Doran was seated but stood when Michael was shown into his office. His heavily-styled greying hair swept over his head, recalling various notorious television preachers. “Thanks so much for coming, Michael,” he beamed, offering his hand. The Chief of Staff occupied a spacious office, appointed with antiques dating from well before Lincoln. … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #9)
Quicktime Quid crastina volveret aetas scire nefas homini. What the morrow’s years might bring ’twas sin for man to know. Publius Papinius Statius A.D. 85 Michael stepped outside and took a deep breath. Their street was cobblestone, narrow with trolley tracks down the center, the shadows of the trees striking the pavement at irregular … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #8)
Awakening “How singular is the thing called pleasure, and how curiously related to pain, which might be thought to be the opposite of it; for they never come to a man together, and yet he who pursues either of them is generally compelled to take the other.” Marcus Valerius Martialis 80 A.D. Bird … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #7)
Encounter The dreaded rush home. It was the same every weekday. Cars filled the roads and were filled with pushy people, all urgently trying to get home after a long day. Any semblance of courtesy was not to be found as cars packed closely together, forming a caterpillar of colored metal, as if that would … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #5)