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I’m excited to have Goblins Episode 3 available. Sureshot 3 will be available in October after school slowed me down a little. Looking forward to it!

All books available by Phillip Brunnengraeber

Join the adventure today! 

The Sureshot Series:

The Sureshot Rises

Sureshot the Assassin

Sureshot the King (Coming soon) 

The Monster in the Woods (A Sureshot Short Story)

Goblin Brothers Series:

Goblins Episode 1: Born in Blood 

Goblins Episode 2: Family

Goblins Episode 3: Blood, Bone , Spirit

Nonfiction: 

This is Crazy: Finding Who you are and What you Want

Epic of Cruhand the Rat Killer

The Epic of Cruhand the Rat King Killer
This is the story of a brave fighter.
He was a warrior from a land afar.
From the dark mysterious mountains.
In a land bathed in ever burning flame.
Where the dragons once ruled for an ion.
A place where only the strongest may live.
Where the weak are devoured by evil.
He was born with the blood of the dragon.
He grew up with a thirst for adventure.
His foes shook when they heard his name; Cruhand.

I, Rick James the Silver Tongue, first knew him,
Escaping from Rheek the Rat King’s sewer.
He and his brave band of adventurers
Were hacking and slashing their way inside.
I thought I was doomed with rats and ogres
Blocking my exit from the wretched place.
But ignoring the danger they attacked.
With much ferocity the foes were felled.
Shortly, before me lay our enemies.
With introductions I joined the party.

Their goal and now mine was to kill the Rat
So returning from whence I came we went.
And pushed through a space made for stinky rats.
Before we emerged on the other side
We were waylaid by a group of green slimes.
Cruhand and the rest went on the attack,
And our draconic hero was swallowed.
The slime began to digest his hard hide.
But succumbed to his fiery breath.
Slimes melted like jello we continued.

We journeyed into a pit for Rheek’s pet.
And nearly snuck by it undetected.
But the beast awoke and quickly attacked.
And Cru just laughed at the challenge at hand.
And pounded the beast with fist, breath and tail.
Bravely we fought the hideous creature.
Its tentacles whipped and smacked us around.
All the while Cru had his mark on the fiend.
Taunting it and teasing it to attack.
In bloody cries fell both hero and beast.

We gathered round to examine the mess
Fearing Cruhand had succumbed to his wounds,
The beast laying slaughtered covered in blood,
Cru faintly mumbled to hand him his hat.
Alive but injured there was one option.
We would bring our friend and cure his wounds.
I used my cunning to bluff by the guards.
Leading the team until Cru could be healed.
We disposed of more guards and fought gargoyles.
Finally resting in the Rat’s own nest.

With aid from me and a grumpy cleric
Cru was recovered and ready to kill.
Down hallways and into a room with ogres,
Cru yelled “plan A” and charged in with no fear.
Surrounded he fought in front and in back.
While I bluffed an ogre so cleverly.
The dragon man roared and spit holding tight.
Swinging and charging no thought for safety.
Cru and the group slaughtered all that challenged.
Countless guards and ogres met their demise.

I intercepted a guard getting help.
Enduring bolts from his deadly crossbow.
Evading him by crawling like a rat,
I quickly made my way to the prison.
With my grand silver tongue I bluffed the guards
Into releasing an ally they held.
But before I could escape with the man,
The archer fired a bolt in my back.
With battle raging, me nearly beaten,
Cruhand and group arrived and crushed them all.

Nearly to our goal I tricked all the guards
To think that Cruhand was heading away.
With madness they chased up to the surface.
Leaving us to find Rheek in his throne room.
But “Plan A” failed us as turning the door,
Dropped us into a pit with rot grub beasts.
The worms tried to eat their way through our skin,
But they could not overcome the dragon!
Cruhand burned the worms with his fire breath.
He crawled from the pit even angrier.

He burst through the door finally at his goal.
Guards and ogres would not stop him this time.
Too many times had Rheek escaped his fate.
The party made quick work of others there.
And Cruhand charged the Rat King on his throne.
His foot in an iron boot he fought on.
His hat looking magnificent as always.
Missing time after time, not losing heart,
He kept fighting, not accepting defeat.
Finally the Rat King died at his feet.

But Cruhand’s rage was still unsatisfied.
Even gold and jewels were still not enough.
He crushed statues and even Rheek’s stone throne,
Showing the way to even more riches.
He collected those and searched the whole room.
But he look around for more things to take,
Crawled in a hole too small for our hero.
There a rat attacked him, gnawing his face.
There he died having come all that way,
Beat the king, but another rat’s dinner.

Blood, Bone and Spirit

Just putting the finishing touches on another installment of Goblins! It will be available this weekend! It’s a really good piece I’m excited to continue this adventure and write more.

The circle of veteran shamans landed blows on the pair with whispered curses to accompany the attacks. The whelps cried and screamed immediately and their sheiks of pain created a wicked song with the cackles of joy that burst from the throats of their attackers. To complete the symphony, bones began to crack and flesh tear while the young goblins huddled on the ground trying to protect their near naked bodies from relentless, savage assault.

Never Apart

So many colors thoughts and images

Floating in and out through me like a stream

Stories told through ever turning pages

You are always the woman of my dreams


I open my eyes greeted by your face

Feeling your body radiating warmth

And with my arms accepting your embrace

An endless well my love for you springs forth


Our love story is one for the ages

Forged from reckless passion and deep desire

Tossing out the wisdom of the sages

We each endured trials of stone and of fire


Now we hold hands and share kisses in dark

Our hearts are one never to be apart

Burn Me

A fire burns in you like Olympus’ peaks.

I know not what it is you desperately seek.

Still I don’t care, burn me.

In your eyes I can see the crimson flame,

That wells up in you like a back draft, untamed.

I’m not afraid of it, burn me.

Your touch is hot, enveloped in your energy,

Running in circles, ever searching occasional insanity.

I like to play with matches, burn me.

Envisions of happiness dance about tauntingly.

Confusion leaves you to swing clenched fists angrily.

Any sensation is better than none at all, burn me

Your own fire

From the ashes you rose?

So happy and joyful with a new man

Another wedding, a new set of vows

Back on track with your life plan

You blame me for ruining your life

Hold me responsible for the fire

Claim you were nothing but a good wife

Say I burned our marriage on a pyre

But you built the fire, log by log:

a log called disrespect

a log called control

a log called contempt

a log called dismissive

a log called sarcasm

a log called neglect

a log called demands

a log called unappreciated

a log called selfishness

a log called indifference

You made me take all the blame

Said it was all my lust and desire

While I may have set the flame

You are the one who built the fire

Titles available now!

All books available by Phillip Brunnengraeber

Join the adventure today! 

The Sureshot Series:

The Sureshot Rises

Sureshot the Assassin

Sureshot the King (Coming soon) 

The Monster in the Woods (A Sureshot Short Story)

Goblin Brothers Series:

Goblins Episode 1: Born in Blood 

Goblins Episode 2: Family

Nonfiction: 

This is Crazy: Finding Who you are and What you Want