Jeff Andrus

The screenplay features an urban sophisticate who flees a cheating husband, stumbles across a murdered family at a remote crossroads and is chased on foot into the mountains by their hired killers. A redneck hunting guide seems to be waiting like a knight in armor, offering an off beat love interest, but it's his macho butt that she has to save. Meanwhile hubby thinks he's coming to the rescue.

This novella provides social satire wrapped up in sci-fi/fantasy. Joe Smith looses his wife, his job and his car all on the same day but not his desire to be somebody, so he volunteers to be the first average guy to be shot into sub-orbit in a spare parts rocket cobbled together by amateurs.

This short story starts in a Pocatello shopping mall and races for a Pearl Jam concert in California as three punk kids who don't care if they die kidnap an old man who used to think he didn't want to live.

My father hired me to edit his novel, and it took us about seven years to finish the first volume. He wrote a sequel, but I was too beat to help him with it. Last I heard, some Chinese were going to publish both in Mandarin.

This was written as a Presidential “Election Special” explaining the Clinton Administration in the guise of a horror story. It contains graphic sex, gratuitous violence and bathroom humor that Tipper Gore would rightfully condemn. Also, scenes of deceit and denial that her husband unfortunately learned to accept as just part of everyday life.

This short story thrust this site into the ether of the great world-wide web in June of the new millennium. It reveals the raw, throbbing heart of show business through a politically correct narrator who borrows a line or two from Pat Hobby, the drunk, out-of-work screenwriter created by F. Scott Fitzgerald.