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 my short story, Malice which has been renamed, “Maliciousness.”
With remorse, I said “You know, what? Look, I’m really sorry about--” “Shut up! I am so sick of you. You know that, right?” “Hey, I said I was--” “You know what? That’s okay. It’s quite alright because well, there’s a lot of stuff you DON’T know about me.” Because Malice started laughing like someone gone mad, I stopped and stared. With malicious intent, she blurted out all the unadulterated, atrocities she had committed within such a very short time of us supposedly being friends.
The Bill Collector
This is an excerpt from The Bill Collector. Also, these photos are ALL images I found via Flickr, in order to help set the tone for each story.
As time progressed, Greg fell madly in love with Alice. Being madly in love with her evolved into disturbing behavior. Greg started obsessive compulsively taking pictures of Alice and created a shrine room specifically dedicated to a young woman, who was never his customer, nor his girlfriend. It was only a matter of time, until Alice chose to visit Greg (“Larry”) at his house.
Psycho Vs. Psycho
The Horrors Of Womanhood
If you think surviving an appointment with the dentist or oral surgeon is traumatizing, try surviving a grisly appointment with Dr. Franklin Wiener OB/GYN. This is an excerpt from my short story, The Horrors Of Womanhood.
That 2 ton tubby came in waddling and complaining about having vaginal cramps. So asked her, "Are you on the rag?" "No, I just had my period a little while ago," she said. "How long ago is 'a little while ago?'" "Umm... it's been a few weeks."
I started to become annoyed with my patient. "So, why didn't you just say so? Why beat around the bush?" "I thought Nurse Gigi already told you. She already wrote it down on a Post-It."
I eventually said to the 2 ton, "Okay, now I've got a few other questions to ask, before I stick you." "Oh okay." "Do you drink?" "No." "Do you smoke?" "No." "Do you or have you ever done any illegal drugs?" "No." "Are you currently sexually active?" "No" "How many sexual partners have you ever had in your past?" "None." "Do you masturbate?" "No, never. I'm a woman. Only men do such a thing as that."
I couldn't help scoffing and rolling my eyes at her. "What? Are you new lady? Or are you lost in the pre-historic times?" Then, she became defensive. "Excuse me? How DARE you ask me such rude, personal, and inappropriate questions?"
"Well, it's quite simple mam. I'm a gynecologist. I can ask you whatever I want! And by these questions being standard procedure, I HAVE TO ask them! Got it?" 2 Ton Tubby looked at me and scoffed with her double chin and wattle drooping.
2 Ton added to my annoyance, when I had to remind her, "You are supposed to be undressed. Why aren't you undressed?" "Well, you were asking me all those personal questions. So, I didn't have time to undress." I said to her, "Okay, fair enough. This is what I want and NEED for you to do, right now. First, undress yourself from the waist down. You can leave your socks on but take off your shoes. I'll be back in a few more minutes."
After giving 2 Ton Tubby a few minutes to get undressed, I went back to the room, knocked on the door, and let myself back in. As I was passing by the chairs in the room, I couldn't help noticing her nasty, faded out, blue panties with dingy brown stains on the seat of them. Of all the panties to wear to a doctor's appointment, 2 Ton Tubby WOULD wear the most revolting-looking panties. Disgusting! And she wonders why she's still single and a virgin, as old and haggy as she is.
Finally, I said to her, "Okay, I want you to hook your feet into these stirrups. Scoot your butt further down the bed, a little closer to the edge, and spread your legs for me nice and wide." "Like this?" "Yeah, that's right."
I began to wash 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
NOTE: This is an excerpt of my latest short story, All Of Chastity's Men. This is NOT related to Across The Street.
"Please, let me go." "Shut up!" I yelled at my old addiction. "I'm really sorry. It was never my intention to hurt you. What I did was wrong," Alan said as his salty tears flooded his blue eyes and drenched his pale, porcelain face. "Will you please let me go?"
"Oh, Jesus Christ, already! Shut up! Well, I really shouldn't say, 'Jesus Christ' because you're nowhere near Jesus. However, looking at you handcuffed and chained to my basement wall almost resembles Jesus being nailed to the crucifix. Like I already said, you're nothing like Jesus. He was innocent, when He was crucified and took it like a man. You, on the other hand, are not.
If you remember anything about me from our teen years, you know that I've always been sadistic and with good reason. I bet you wish you had some battery acid to get high on, right now. Don't you?" "You psycho bitch!" "Before I electrocute with this car battery, I thought I would entertain you with my dark stories. You, my skeleton props, and all my creepy doll friends can listen to my narration," I sadistically said to Alan with raucous laughter. He began to whimper, "Please, I'm begging you. Let me go. I don't want to die. Please!"
I became so aggravated with Alan's sniveling pleads, that I gagged him, in order to tell my grisly love stories. "Now, that I've shut you up, my little loose lips, it is time for you and the rest of my audience to listen to my love stories. I call this compilation, 'All Of Chastity's Men.'"
Across The Street
Hey! How's it going my gumdrops? As some of you already know, I've 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 sitting on the floor. His eyeballs were carved out his sockets, with Living Dead Dolls, hanging upside down. They were attached to the same ropes, that were ravelled around him. Standing in shock and terror, my heart sank.