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 Horror/Thriller Excerpts:

Welcome to my Psychological Thriller/Horror Page! Here you can read excerpts from my novella and short stories. In order to tell the differences among the brief summaries from my novella, short stories, the story titles, and the actual excerpts from each story, they are color coded. Across The street is in the brightest font because it has already been bound (but still unpublished). Enjoy!

Just Desserts Part I: "Malevolence"

The following excerpt is from Part I: “Malevolence” in my novella, Just Desserts: A Capricorn's Ultimate Revenge. In order to help set the tone for each story, I found these images on Flickr and Gify.


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 started laughing like someone gone mad.


“Have you ever seen MY dark side?” That crazed glare! “I bet you haven’t.” Every muscle in my body stiffened.

Just Desserts Part II: "The Bill Collector"

Part II of Just Desserts: A Capricorn's Ultimate Revenge. So, who doesn't love that hair curling feeling of being violated?



Alice knew better than to sneak into a stranger’s bedroom but she did it anyway. Inching closer, she dreadfully turned the doorknob… and walked inside. The room across the hallway was vacant; It was a vacant bedroom converted into a shrine room. A symbolically cluttered room with symbols of the astrological sign of Capricorn, a taxidermy goat’s head, lit candles that dribbled with wax, a replicated mannequin head of the blonde, pictures of her, and a wedding dress thumb tacked to the wall. Like a horrifying confession of love from Greg in a dimly lit shrine room, a girl’s name was trickled in blood. Trickling from above… was “Alice.” A dizzying and mind-shattering moment. That hair curling feeling… of being violated.

Just Desserts Part III: "She's Their Obsession"

Part III is the continuation and the conclusion to Just Desserts: A Capricorn's Ultimate Revenge.

There was no response back from him at that very moment. Alice’s phone call automatically went to voicemail.

“OH MY GOD, DIONDRE!” Once you get this message, call me back ASAP! It’s about that creep, Larry! I went to use his bathroom but I got distracted, and decided to peep in his other room along the way. He’s been stalking us! No, he’s been stalking ME! He’s got pictures of me and God knows whatever else, that's tied to me cluttered around his room! Anyway, call me back babe!”

The Horrors Of Womanhood

If you believe, that surviving an appointment at the dentist or oral surgeon is frightening, try surviving a gynecological appointment with Dr. Woody Johnson.


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?”


“No, I just had my period a little while ago.”

“How long ago was ‘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, pricking 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?”


2 Ton shouted, “WHAT! No! NEVER! I’m a woman. Only men do such a thing as that!” Then muttered, “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?”

She scoffed after glaring at me with her double chin and wattle drooping.

Adding to my annoyance, I had to remind Frumpy Dumps, “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 Frumpy a few minutes to undress, 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 through 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! Not surprising that she was 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 short or long story, novella, novelette, or a novel. “All Of Chastity's Men” has yet to be finished.

This lengthy excerpt may frighten some male viewers.


Valentine’s Day 2012:



“We are NOTHING to each other.” 


“That’s not true! You take that back, Allan. You will NOT ignore me. If that were really true, WHY WOULD YOU PUBLICLY FLIRT WITH ME INSIDE AND OUTSIDE OF CLASSES?”


Gasping for air, “Chastity, I’m really sorry for the way I treated you, years ago. It was never my intention to hurt you.”


“HA! Really? It was ‘never your intention to hurt me?’ Because of you, my reputation was drug and smeared through a giant puddle of mud. You spent our last 2 years of high school sharing erotic letters, that were only meant for you with the circle jerk you call ‘friends.’ Gossip about the erotic letters I gave you spread like a wild fire around campus. I became notorious; Our entire student body suddenly knew me and it wasn’t because of being the so-called ‘Curve Breaker’ for almost always breaking the curve for Japanese.”
 

The jingling of Allan’s shackles stopped. 


“Girls including those lying, backstabbing, social climbing, opportunistic friends like that bitch, Priyanka, called me a slut to my face and behind my back. While you and your friends laughed at my expense Allan, I endured what today would be considered ‘slut shaming’, public humiliation, and ‘sexploitation.’ I watched you flirt with the ugliest bitches you could find like Summer to my face. Despite the fact that she had the so-called ‘Ghetto Booty’ for a white girl, Summer needed The Bitch Bag.”


Allan slouched against the brick basement wall like a zombie blankly staring at me like the cast from Twilight. Woody hovered over his face like a locker room heckler.


“Oooh-- If looks could kill. Ya know, I kinda feel sorry for you, man. I’m so glad I’m not in your situation, right now. Ha-ha-ha.”


“Entitled jocks would approach me in the hallways expecting me to write them erotic letters for the sake of bragging to their buddies about said letters like YOU did, Allan. Otherwise, I endured slander, defeminization, degrading jokes, racist, homophobic, and misogynistic slurs, sexual harassment, and sexual cornering. It didn’t stop just there.”


“Don’t try to guilt trip me! I gave you the attention you wanted.” 


“What? You can’t handle what really happened? Guess what? I lived through all of it! I bet you wish you had more acid to drop right now, don’t you?”

 

“You were asking for it, you psycho.” Hearing Mr. Pretty Boy Guitarist call me a “psycho,” left me seething. Giving him The Death Glare, I took a step back.

 

“Uh-oh. Looks like you pissed off Chastity more than you already have.”


“Time for your electrocution.”


“Wait, WHAT! Look, I’m really sorr--”


“Before my dog was euthanized years ago,” I said as I pulled on her shock collar already strapped around Allan’s neck, “my family strapped this shock collar around her neck because she wouldn’t stop biting us. Years later, I still miss her.” I reached below my obsession’s belt.

“So, how are your balls doing, right now? Hmmm?”


Allan groaned from the pain.


“I can keep punching them till they turn black and blue, if you’d like? Standing here watching you writhe from pain,” whispering in his ear, “really turns me on.”


Did my eyes deceive me that day? Did Allan’s balls actually shrink the moment his face turned paler than a ghost? I don’t know what exactly frightened him at that second. Me seductively whispering in his ear, while he was shackled? Or me snickering with sadistic intent as I punched him in his balls?


Along the way, I must have triggered Dr. Woody Johnson’s bloodlust. He snuck behind me and started biting the side of my neck. As Dr. Woody bit the side of my neck with his hot metallic breath in front of Allan, “WOODY!” I shouted, “Bring out the black marble coffin!”


“Whatever makes you happy, my Mistress of Darkness,” he said walking away.


I felt the heat inside my cheeks, as I giggled like a Naughty Catholic School Girl. 


“What? He bit me and I liked it. It’s not my fault that you had the chance to witness Dr. Woody Johnson’s public display of kink with moi.” 


Allan witnessing an older man biting my neck was an adrenaline rush. He had the chance to see that another man, who was older than us could actually want me. Ooh... Felt. So. Goood!


Woody drug the black marble coffin. “Where do you want it?”


“Right here for Allan to see.” As the door to the coffin slowly creaked open, it seemed as if Allan's dilated pupils were flooded with internal screams. Inside the black marble coffin was Donovan’s corpse. As I stroked Donovan’s cold and lifeless face, Allan looked like he was in the middle of a bad acid trip.


“GET THESE ROACHES AWAY FROM ME!!! MAKE THEM STOP CRAWLING ALL OVER ME!!!”

“What’s the matter, Allan?” I asked as I cut a lock of Donovan’s hair and sprinkled it in front of him. You act like you’ve never seen a corpse before. I thought you found my kinkiness titillating to your blue balls, years ago.” Like a rodent, Allan shrieked.

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

 

Walking inside, I saw the woman’s husband. His corpse was bolstered to their garage floor with ropes ravelled around him. Attached to those same ropes were Living Dead Dolls hanging upside down. His eye sockets were hollowed. As I stood there, my heart sank with paralyzing fear.

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