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!
Maliciousness
The following is an excerpt from my short story, Malice which has been renamed, “Maliciousness.” Also, these photos are ALL images I found via Flickr, in order to help set the tone for each story.
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 short time of us supposedly being “friends.”
The Bill Collector
This is an excerpt from “The Bill Collector.”
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 at the dentist or oral surgeon is frightening, try surviving a gynecological appointment with Dr. Woody Johnson. This excerpt's 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?” “No, I just had my period a little while ago,” “How long ago is ‘a little while ago?’” “Umm... it’s been a few weeks.” My patient’s lack of confidence in her answer seriously annoyed me. “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.”
Eventually, I said to 2 Ton Tubby, “Before stab-- I mean, sticking you, I’ve got a few more questions to ask.” “Oh okay.” “Do you drink?” “No.” “Do you smoke?” “No.” “Do you or have you ever done any illegal drugs?” “Nooo?” “Are you currently sexually active?” “No!” “How many sexual partners have you ever had in your past?” “None.” “Ah, no body count you say? Do you masturbate?” “WHAT! No! NEVER! I’m a woman. Only men do such a thing as that. Pervert.”
While rolling my eyes at her, I couldn't resist scoffing. “What? Are you new, lady? Or are you from The Prehistoric Ages?” She soon became defensive. “Excuse me? How DARE you rudely ask such extremely personal and inappropriate questions?”
“Well, it’s quite simple Miss. 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 scoffed, after glaring at me with her double chin and wattle drooping.
Adding to my annoyance, I had to remind 2 Ton Tubby, “You are supposed to be undressed. Why aren't you undressed?” “Since you were asking me all those creepy and perverted questions, I didn't have time to undress.” With a deep exhale, I said to her, “Okay, fair enough. This is what I want and NEED for you to do for me, right now. First, you must 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 undress herself, I returned to the room with a knock 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. Her blue panties had dingy, brown stains and holes on the seat of them. Of all the panties to wear to a doctor's appointment, 2 Ton WOULD wear the most revolting-looking panties. Disgusting! This explains why she's still single and a virgin, as old and haggy as she was.
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.” “Like this?” “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
By no means is this excerpt related to “Across The Street.” It is from “All Of Chastity's Men.” Right now, I cannot confirm if it will evolve into a long story, novella, novelette, or a novel. “All Of Chastity's Men” has yet to be finished.
“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
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.
