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Below are excerpts from my
short stories. Click on the link for excerpts from my novels. I'll be posting new material from time to time.
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Paul's latest story Three Strikes and Yer Out is a
humorous, short baseball mystery inspired by Bobby Thompson's famous "shot
heard 'round the world'." It appears in the latest issue of
Crimestalker Casebook, Volume IX, No. 2, just released in May '08.
The hardcopy magazine is available at
http://www.crimestalkers.com .
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"The Boise Spuds were down by one point. Cap always knew the score,
even if he wasn't directly watching the game. Their heavy hitter Casey
Herman was at the plate, 3 and 2 the count. He swung. The
crowd stood. The roar deafened.
Somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children
shout. But there is no joy in Spudville
mighty Casey has struck out." |
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Sometimes life is a like a David Goodis novel,
Kit thought. And sometimes it's like a
down and dirty blues rag. He used to listen to the blues. Now he
knew what it was to live them.
"Born Under a Bad Sign"
Appearing now in Hardluck Fiction's anthology
Noir Blues |
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"51-50"
appearing now in Hardluck Fiction's anthology
Psycho Noir
It was the smirk that blew me away. A half grin in the eyes and mouth, mocking, laughing.
Maybe at me maybe at the badge. They were leaning against a grimy cinder block wall under a sooty sky.
Thumbs hooked into pockets of baggy lowrider pants, fingers, long and lean, twisting into coded signals.
Eyes hollow. Eyes I don't even want to meet in the darkest dream. Hollow men. Hollow boys. Nothing behind those eyes.
Nothing. They don't care. Don't give a damn.
It was that smirk that blew them away.
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Sleepy Lagoon Nocturne
(a Bobby Saxon story)
appearing in the anthology
LAndmarked for Murder
available at
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Amazon
Someone dropped a nickel in the
jukebox. A song came on that Bobby hadn't heard in ages. Sleepy
Lagoon, by Harry James, the bandleader who'd married Betty Grable,
the GIs' favorite pinup gal of the war. Bobby and the Boom-Boom
Orchestra had played that song a thousand times when it had been all
over the radio and jukes. Sleepy Lagoon had been famous in Los
Angeles during the war years, not the song but the place - a lover's
lane for the Mexican kids on the East side of L.A.
Sleepy Lagoon was also the name given to a famous murder and trial. And
Sleepy Lagoon was the place of another murder, not so famous.
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LAndmarked for
MurderEdited by noted mystery authors Harley Jane Kozak,
Michael Mallory, and Nathan Walpow, conceived by author and
television writer/producer Susan Kosar Beery, and boasting a
foreword by bestselling mystery author Taylor Smith.
Featured authors: Gay
Ann Degani, G. B. Pool, Darrell James, Dee Ann Palmer, Paul D.
Marks, Kate Thornton, Jinx Beers, Pamela Samuels-Young, Arthur
Coburn, and A. H. Ream.
There is far more to
the city of Los Angeles than can be discovered through the ordinary
guide books, much of it dark, dangerous, even deadly. To find those
hidden, shadowy corners of the L.A. , wherein reside the
less-than-angelic denizens of the City of Angels , you need
LAndmarked for Murder, the new anthology by members of
Sisters in Crime/ Los Angeles. LAndmarked for Murder
is a fictional travelogue through some of L.A. most notable natural
and manmade landmarks, each of which serves as the setting for ten
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THE GOOD OLD DAYS
(a Bobby Saxon story) --
appearing in the anthology
MURDER ACROSS THE MAP
In the good old days, the Club Alabam down on Central Avenue near downtown L.A.
was the place to be. Cab Calloway and Duke Ellington jammed there when they were
in town stayin' at the Dunbar Hotel, not too far away. You know the good old
days I'm talking about, the days when the brothers and sisters couldn't stay at
just any hotel. When, in some parts of the country, there were colored drinking
fountains and white drinking fountains, colored entrances to restaurants, that's
if they allowed colored folk in at all. The days when Billie Holiday sang about
strange fruit hanging from Southern trees.
Available at
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OUT OF TIME DIME ANTHOLOGY
And then she came in, as he knew she would sooner or later. She
almost looked the same - surfer girl blonde hair against tan skin - a
little rounder, but in all the right places. Come-you-know-what-me
heels, short skirt, shiny low cut top and shinier diamond necklace with
matching bracelet. She was alone, which surprised him. He did a quick
fade on the song he was playing segueing into the Beach Boys' Surfer
Girl. It had been their song, even though it predated them by a couple
of decades or more. The beach crowd they hung with knew all those Beach
Boys oldies. And it seemed the Pyramid Lounge crowd enjoyed them too,
especially Lynn.
Would she recognize him? He didn't think so. His appearance had
changed. Demeanor too. It was a chance he had to take.
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He would show them. He vowed he'd go back to Miami. Not as some surf
bum dweeb, but as someone who'd made something of himself. That plan
morphed into one of pure revenge. He came across an old saying that
stuck in his mind: "revenge is a dish best served cold". It
was seven years cold now. He'd changed his appearance and his identity
with his money and computer knowledge. He created several new identities
for himself. Tinker, tailor, soldier, piano player. They would all come
in handy some day.
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ANGELS FLIGHT MURDER BY THIRTEEN
They drove past Angels Flight, the famous old funicular
railway that was recently reconstituted. The old Angels Flight
was romantic and practical at the same time. Lucy liked that and
said so.
"What a waste of time and money," Holland snorted.
"And what would you have spent it on, bringing another
football team to L.A.? A team that might stay all of three
years?"
"Crime. More cops. New cars. New computers."
"I believe in that. But sometimes you need something for
the soul."
"Will Angels Flight bring back the glamour of the old
days? Hollywood's lost its tinsel. Venice's lost its pier. And
there are no angels in the City of Angels. What can Angels
Flight do to bring that back?"
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THE CUBIC ZIRCONIA OF KUBLA
KHAN FUTURES
"Ladies and gentleman, as promised, here
it is, today's one of a kind offer. The Cubic Zirconia of Kubla
Khan. Yes, this is actually the invaluable stone owned by the
famous Mongolian warlord. A zirconia with history. And because
it is a one of a kind offer, we're taking bids on this item. And
they start at a very reasonable $499.99. Now you can't beat that
price, can you? Our lines have been cleared, but in one minute
we'll open them for your calls. Get in now on this one of a kind
offer."
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GRACELAND CRIMESTALKER CASEBOOK
He sounded like Elvis. 
He moved like Elvis.
He looked like Elvis.
He was Elvis. At least as far as anyone there was concerned,
including me. When it was over, there was still one question to be
answered. If he was Elvis, and who was I to disbelieve, why was he here,
as opposed to, say, that truckstop in Montana, where he's always being
spotted? And, more importantly, whose body had been in the sepulcher and
where was it now? Oliver Stone, please respond.
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L.A. LATE @ NIGHT
MURDER ON SUNSET BOULEVARD
"Bitch!"
someone in the crowd yelled. "You get off getting killers
off." Cassie looked toward the heckler. The woman glared at Cassie.
Something struck Cassie inside. Her exterior was cool, calm. Confident.
But like a movie set's faηade behind the glittering exterior something
was missing. She jammed the thought down as best she could, covered it
with another, brighter victory smile.
***
Flushed
with victory and damning her detractors, Cassie escaped to her Jag and
headed out to Sunset Boulevard. Every time she hit Sunset the same
thoughts flooded her mind. As a little girl she had watched Billy
Wilder's movie Sunset Boulevard on the Late, Late Show. Living
near Chavez Ravine, just a couple blocks from Sunset, she'd thought she
would be seeing a movie about her neighborhood. Her friends. Instead she
had seen a story about a down on his luck screenwriter who moves from
his shabby apartment to a fabulous mansion farther down Sunset. Little
girl Cassie hadn't noticed the Grand Guignol character of the mansion's
owner. She'd only noticed the mansion. Not long after that, her parents
had taken her to the beach. They had driven Sunset all the way from
Chavez Ravine to the ocean. She had seen houses like the one in the
movie. Houses she vowed she'd live in some day.

What she hadn't realize at the time was that there was a price to pay
to be able to live in such a house. Sometimes that price was hanging
from a tag that everyone can see. Sometimes it was hidden inside. And
like William Holden's character in Wilder's movie, Cassie Rodriguez was dead
inside. She just didn't know it. In fact, she'd been dying for years,
but she didn't know that either. And you would hardly have known it
judging by the crowds gathered 'round her outside the downtown L.A.
courthouse on every TV station across the country.
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Larry went home to a two bedroom fake stucco apartment in Palms. Used
to be a nice neighborhood bordering Culver City as it did. But it was
changing. The whole damn city was changing. Some of it for the better.
Some, well.... He wasn't one of those cops who was going to eat his gun.
He might live (or die) out another cop clichι and drink himself to
death. But he wouldn't give the scum he busted the satisfaction of
blowing his head off in the middle of the night. 
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SANTA CLAUSE BLUES ( a Bobby Saxon Story)
FUTURES
"What's that?" Tommy shouted down to him. Jimmy turned
around to see a floating mass of red and white. A man dressed as Santa
Claus, floating face down in the canal. Shivers pulsed down his spine.
Santa Claus may have been dressed in his usual cheery red, white and
black, but now he was singing the blues.
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LIST OF PUBLISHED WORKS:
(Updated:
06/15/2008)
Born Under a Bad Sign Hardluck Stories' anthology Noir Blues
51-50
Hardluck Stories' anthology
Psycho Noir
Don't Sleep on it Marlowe - Crimestalker Casebook
A Sherlockian Poetry Pourri - Crimestalker Casebook
911 Fiction on the Run Anthology
Angel's Flight Murder by Thirteen Anthology
Cubic Zirconia of Kubla Khan, The - Futures
Good Old Days, The Murder Across the Map Anthology
Graceland Crimestalker Casebook
L.A. Late @ Night Murder on Sunset Boulevard Anthology
Netiquette - Futures
Out of Time Dime Anthology I
Round Up the Unusual Suspects Crimestalker Casebook
Ruby Slippers, The Penny-A-Liner
Santa Claus Blues - Futures
Sleepy Lagoon Nocturne LAndmarked for Murder Anthology
Trio of Sherlock Holmes poems Crimestalker Casebook
Trouble with Hitch, The Crimestalker Casebook
Unfinished Business Futures
Marx Memory - Playset Magazine (non-fiction article)
Paul also sold a short story to Dogwood Tales shortly before it went out of
business. He hopes there was no connection between the two.
PRIZES / NOMINATIONS:
Paul's novel WHITE HEAT a winner in the 2005 Southwest Writers Contest.
Several of Paul's stories have been submitted by their editors/publishers
for award consideration, including the Pushcart Prize, the Shamus, the
Derringer and the Edgar. His story Netiquette won the Futures
Short Story Contest and Dem Bones was a finalist in the
Southern Writers Association Contest.
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