Welcome to my Psychological Thriller/Horror Page! This is where you read excerpts of my Short Stories. Everything is color coded on this page, in order to tell the differences among the brief summaries of the latest short stories, the story titles, and the actual excerpts of each story. Also, Across The street is in the brightest font because it has already been bound. Enjoy!
The following is an excerpt from Malice which has been now renamed, “Maliciousness.” Also, these photos are ALL images I found via Flickr, in order to help set the tone for each story.
I reached for Malice. “Look, I’m really sorry about--”
Before I could touch her, she pulled away. “Shut up! I am so sick of you. You know that, right?”
“Hey, I said I was--”
“You know what? That’s okay.” Malice starting laughing like someone gone mad. “There’s a lot of shit you DON’T know about me.”
The Bill Collector
An excerpt from “The Bill Collector.”
Finally discovering a disturbing truth about the man she had been speaking to in regards to her laptop payments for months, Alice shuddered. A suffocating truth, causing her to hyperventilate and triggering fight or flight mode.
Pulse racing like a roller coaster down a track, Alice let out a blood curdling scream. Seconds later, she ran from Greg’s shrine room to the bathroom.
Psycho Vs. Psycho
The Horrors Of Womanhood
you believe, that surviving an appointment at the dentist or oral surgeon is
frightening, try surviving a gynecological appointment with Dr. Woody
This next excerpt is from my short story, “The Horrors Of Womanhood.”
This 2 ton tubby came waddling in, complaining about having vaginal cramps. With disgust, I asked, “Are you on the rag?”
Eventually, I said to 2 Ton Tubby, “Before stab-- I mean, pricking you, I’ve got a few more questions to ask.”
“Do you drink?”
“Do you smoke?”
“Do you or have you ever done any illegal drugs?”
“Are you currently sexually active?”
“How many sexual partners have you ever had in your past?”
“Ah, no body count you say? Do you masturbate?”
2 Ton shouted, “WHAT! No! NEVER! I’m a woman. Only men do such a thing as that!” Then muttered, “Pervert.”
Finally, I said to her, “Okay, now hook your feet through these stirrups. Scoot your butt further down the bed, a little closer to the edge, and spread your legs for me nice and wide.”
“Yeah, just like that.” I started washing my hands, rinsed my speculum with hot water, put on my latex gloves, and JAB. She began to scream and cry.
All Of Chastity's Men
Valentine’s Day 2012:
Across each red, shredded glitter heart, “I Love You… I’ll Kill You,” “Die With Me,” “Love Will Tear Us Apart,” “Love You To Death,” and “You Belong To Me” was written. A broken ax to a rubber cherub doll’s head with the sign, “Cuts You Up” was stuck to its back and miniature bloody skulls with red lipstick imprints on them were all threaded like Christmas Tree ornaments around the ceiling.
Flowing with the arctic draft inside the house, I descended the basement stairs in a male black habit to confront someone, who had been my haunting mind for years. In many ways, Allan was about to be in for the shock of his life. I approached him.
“Who are you under that freaky-looking mask?” Allan’s whimpering made me snicker with a sadistic thrill. Like a tigress stalking prey, I deeply gazed into his blue eyes. It was amazing. Allan’s hair looked different; So unrecognizable.
Even though his hair was still light brown, he grew his hair out to long, curlish waves like Chuck Schuldiner’s from the Death Metal band, Death. Talk about another piece of eye candy for a vocalist/guitarist. It was enough to make me squeal like a boy crazy groupie... I can’t help it.
There will always be that type of man, that is hard for a woman to get out of her system. This man, who stood before me shackled to the wall, was my horrible addiction. I craved Allan like a junkie craves Cocaine, making it difficult to kill him. What can I say? I’m a sucker for frontmen and guitarists.
Since the time of growing up in the ‘80s, I already had a “Type.” I was always attracted to long-haired brunettes playing guitars. If he was a raven-haired vocalist AND a guitarist, I was immediately smitten.
Like I was saying, out of the 7 years of us knowing each other from 6th to 12th grade, Allan’s hair was always straight and at chin length. Maybe he used his younger sister’s flat iron all that time and I never knew it!
From the top of Allan’s lungs, “WHERE ARE WE?” He continued to violently jingle hisshackles.
“How the hell did I get here? I’m freezing my balls off in this basement! You know it’swinter, right?”
Lunging closer towards Allan’s pretty boy face, I removed my devil’s mask.
“SURPRISE!” It was a jaw dropping experience for him.
Across The Street
Hey! How's it going my gumdrops? As some of you already know, I
briefly mentioned a few times about my chapbook. It is bound at Carthage
College, which was where I graduated 13 years ago. I decided to share a
piece of my work with you all.
This piece was originally a Creative Writing Class Assignment. We had to pay homage to a writer. I mostly paid homage to Octavio Paz and his 3-page Flash Fiction Story, "The Blue Bouquet." I also paid homage to KoRn's inside album cover, Follow The Leader, James O'Barr's The Crow, and Stewie from Family Guy. This is along with Garbage's old song, "I'm Only Happy When It Rains."
For the most part, this is my original short story, "Dolls." "Dolls" holds the same title in my chapbook. However, I recently changed the title to "Across The Street." Anyway, here's an excerpt from my Horror Flash Fiction Story, "Across The Street." Enjoy!
Across The Street
I walked inside and suddenly saw the woman’s husband. He had ropes ravelled around his corpse, while propped on the floor. As Living Dead Dolls hung upside down, his eye sockets were hollowed. The dolls were attached to the same ropes, that were ravelled around him. Standing in shock and terror, my heart sank.