Boris D Schleinkofer: 17 books

"Why is the world so screwed up?" you asked, but were too busy talking to listen. Now you are no longer able to ask the question. yOU HAVE B33N cH0SEN TO REC3IVE THIS m3SSAG3 You have been taught certain expectations, a statistical mean from which any deviation will be punished....

There are no secrets. Everything leaks. And in the end, there’s no place you can hide from what you’ve done. General Maquino wanted to end civilization and rebuild it in his image. His plan required recruiting the best and brightest and promising them a place in the new world. The smartest of...

Something's tearing Scott's mind apart, eating him from the inside out, remaking him into something else. He can't stop it - he doesn't want to. He couldn't want to, even if he'd been able to think about it. Scott can't take part in his transformation because he's already dead, and has been throughout...

Agent MON2985 wants his identity back; his brain-chip is deteriorating and he won't be issued another clone body. Not only that, but some damned kid's found a weak spot in the Control Matrix and is messing with the whole scheme of things. The hammer of the New World Order hovers ready to strike, but...

This is a musical stage-play (NOT screenplay) with one set, six-characters & a TV. Characters: BOBBI - F, 30 KEN - M, 30 BRAD - M, 35 JANET - F, 25 AGENT PAPERCLIP - M, 50 AGENT MOCKINGBIRD - M, 40 A woman, at the urgings of her television & two Illuminati-agents, breaks up with...

This is a warning: nothing here will make you feel good about yourself. There is nothing of the warm or fuzzy here—this is glass and gold. Some would have the truth candy-coated... I will tell you that not all stories have happy endings; that sometimes your bitch stepsister goes ahead and chops...

This is 3 short screenplays. Two are comedies, the third is horror. All-ages material, but dark.

These are the ends of the world; we are at them, they are at our throats. Whether or not we choose to shout ourselves awake from these nightmares is up to us. Claudia's bit into something that has bitten her back. Like the crawling insect she is, she will try to flee the bright light shined...

This is the second of my collections of chapbooks. It is 'poetry' - whatever that means. The same warning that went into the first collection also applies to this book: some of it will hurt you in places that you can't reach. Not very much of it is rhymed or metered.

These are the ends of the world; we are at them, they are at our throats. Whether or not we choose to shout ourselves awake from these nightmares is up to us. Tod Donavon (59), Las Madres Police Department, has detected something horribly wrong with his ex-wife, and it just might have something...

Beware—you might get what you thought you wanted. Elena's a faceless 20-something trying their best to survive in a hostile environment full of predators. They'll find out the environment itself is trying to survive them. When nothing is certain and it looks most like all hope is lost... That's...

This is poetry. Some of it will hurt you in deep, hard-to-reach places. Caveat Emptor. (from the back cover) Welcome to my little book of stupid written curses: Certainly you'll find no worth in any of its verses You thought that there were 'cullings' here, & maybe...

Alex's story: a weekend in the life of a Las Madres hipster and his best friend Jamie, as they get into trouble with a stolen car, a bottle of tequila, a broken tattoo-gun, and the psycho ex-girlfriend. No good deed goes unpunished, and Alex won't get away without paying his pound of flesh. THIS IS...

This is poetry, a collection of four chapbooks written over the span of twenty years. It is not nice. Some of it will hurt you in deep places that you cannot reach. You have been warned. -- I should probably also mention that only about a third of the material is the rhyming, metered stuff.