Mike Bozart: 109 books

[from the inside virtual flap] The 27-year-old author arrives in San Francisco, California in March of 1992, seeking fame and fortune as a wall (visual) artist. He settles in at a small Tenderloin studio apartment on lower Hyde Street and elects to go about car-less, transporting himself by...

Three agents drive up to Boone (NC, USA) from Charlotte to search for the elusive Jim and Jill characters on a cold December day. They discuss possible scenarios and motives for Jim's fleeing on the Blue Ridge Parkway as a snowstorm starts. The car crashes. But, where are the bodies? Who really...

A female visual artist in her late 20s, living in the Portland (OR) metro, struggling to make it in the Pacific Northwest art scene, is dealt a unique, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.Another tale in the psecret psociety pshort pstory pseries.Contains adult themes.Sex: References...

Here within are four dozen short stories (one is actually a novelette) that run the gamut from the marginally meta-real to the sometimes surreal to the oddly ordinary. Most fall between 1,500 and 2,500 words. The two primary characters in these tales of extricated intrigue are Agents 32 and...

The author (Agent 33) recounts the day that he and his son found an unusual object inside a spray paint can. Approx. 1100 words.Violence: None.Sex: None.Drug usage: None.Mr. Malloy: Not present.Strangeness level: Moderate.

Agents 32 and 33 of the nebulous psecret psociety venture to the Eel River town of Fortuna in Northern California via bus on a splendid spring Saturday. While in a local eatery, they get directed to a museum, where more clues are taken in. On a bridge going back, more clues are leaked out.Approx....

Agents 32 and 33 of the hard-to-define entity known as psecret psociety investigate the small North Coast (California, USA) enclave of Manila on Arcata Bay. They soon realize that they may be stranded for fifteen hours. But then, a pair of kind Asian gents accost them and let them know an option for...

The author recounts a semi-fictional, very strange, at the time legal, mind-drug experience in San Francisco in 1992. When the young Asian lady disappears on the Lands End Trail, he is left doubting the sequence of events.Approx. 1700 words.If this little tale were a movie, it would...

In the summer of 1992, the author (future agent 33) has an interesting discussion with an Amerasian bartender in the fabled Sidle on N pub in the Outer Sunset district of San Francisco. Apparently, Dash the bartender, has found a 'unique' place in nearby Golden Gate Park where he and his...

The author (Agent 33) and his wife, Monique (Agent 32), meet up with Monique's older brother, Steve (no agent number yet), in Casselberry, Florida, USA. From there they take public transit to downtown Orlando to watch the Liverpool - Leicester City football/soccer match at an Irish bar. Some...

Agents 32 and 33 of the so-called psecret psociety travel from Charlotte to Winston-Salem (NC, USA) to search for more clues on a majestic spring Saturday. They sample several downtown spots and leave their own breadcrumbs. The next day, it's a lakeside conclusion. Oddly ordinary, yet surreal in spots. Approx. 3,800 words. Malloy went undetected.

[[||]] … from the [virtual] inside flap … All thirty-nine short stories from calendar year 2016 are gathered in this digital collection. Just like Psecret Psociety Pshort Pstories, Volume 1, these little tales run the gamut from the maniacally meta-real to the sometimes surreal to the oddly ordinary....

Three frequently recurring agents look for an Asian grocery store on a tranquil autumn afternoon in the foothills town of Lenoir. They meet a 'walking man' with a dark appearance in a store. Later, they see him again, still walking, weighed down with grocery bags, some three miles from the...

Agent 32 (codename: Monique) reviews and critiques a previous short story, 'Lake Montonia Gaze', with Agent 33 (the author). She then asks him a series of probing questions regarding the said short story. When question no. 5 is asked, a most convoluted, quasi-psychedelic, answer is given....