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Horror/Thriller Excerpts:

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.

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 stuff you DON’T know about me.”

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

“Psycho Vs. Psycho” is the continuation of “The Bill Collector.” This next excerpt can be found in “Psycho Vs. Psycho.”

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

“OH MY GOD, DAMON!” 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 is in connection to me plastered around his room! Anyway, call me back babe!”

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 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 long story, novella, novelette, or a novel. “All Of Chastity's Men” has yet to be finished.

Here is a lengthy excerpt from the introduction.

I rushed closer to Mr. Pretty Boy Guitarist’s face, while removing my devil’s mask and shouted, “SURPRISE! Awe, what’s the MADDER? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Don’t say you forgot about li’l ol’ me, have you?” “Please let me go.” “Do you know what day it is? Today is the day that you went under the guise of my ‘Secret Admirer’ and had a flunky of yours specially deliver a Valentine’s Day Gram to me in the middle of Parent & Child Development, 11 years ago.”

In the middle of removing my cloak, I continued, “I will never forget what your gram said. ‘Oh, how I love you my bundle of cuteness. Grr! So, when can we lay in the coffin together? Hopefully soon cuz I want you to experience my rigor mortis.’ Ahh... I was so shocked yet deeply touched. All these years, we could’ve had a Gomez and Morticia type of marriage and been having coffin sex, right now.” He averted his eyes from making contact with mine. “Years ago, I fantasized that you surprised me with roses, chocolate covered cherries, and a devil that sang The Doors’ ‘Light My Fire.’ After all, you’re a Doors fan, I’m a Doors fan. Come to think about it, Jim Morrison’s lyrics could’ve been considered Gothic, during the ‘60s. A man with a dark, sick, and twisted sense of humor is very hard to come by in this politically correct era.” My secret admirer from high school continued to beg, “Please let me go.” “Shut up!” I yelled at him. “Chastity, I’m really sorry for the way I treated you, years ago. It was never my intention to hurt you.”

Scoffing, “Really? It was ‘never your intention to hurt me?’ Because of you, my reputation was drug and smeared through the mud. You spent our last 2 years of high school sharing erotic letters, that were only meant for you with your circle jerk of friends. Gossip about the erotic letters I gave you spread like a wild fire across campus. I became notorious; Our entire student body suddenly knew who I was and it wasn’t because of me being the so-called ‘Curve Breaker’ for almost always breaking the curve for Japanese Class.” He listened. “Girls including those lying, 2-faced, 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 would be considered ‘slut shaming’ today, racism, public humiliation, and watched you flirt with the ugliest bitches you could find to my face.”

Allan stood against the brick basement wall with a dumb expression on his face. Continuing to listen, I then said to him, “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. When that wasn’t happening, I endured degrading jokes, sexual cornering, sexual harassment, and much worse.” With such audacity, Allan said, “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 some battery acid to get high on right now, don’t you Allan?”

In retaliation, he yelled, “Stupid bitch! You were asking for it.” “Before I electrocute you with this car battery, you’re gonna be forced to listen to my track record of men. It’s a decade’s worth. By the way, do you like my Valentine’s Day decorations?” Allan was forced to shut up and stare around the basement.

With that unforgettable side smirk on his face, he snidely asked, “So, are you gonna tell me your sob story about all the men, who never wanted you or what?” Allan’s snide remark with his usual smirk earned him a lovely sucker punch to the face and an electric shock to both of his nipples. He couldn’t help screaming. “Since you continue to piss me off, you’re now getting ball gagged.” Allan put up quite the fight, as I struggled to wrap the ball gag around his face.

In the meantime, I yelled “WOODY! Bring out Donovan!” Dr. Woody drug the black marble coffin, that Donovan’s corpse was in. I made Woody park it in front of Allan for him to see. As I opened the coffin, Allan’s screams were muffled. “What’s the matter, Allan? I thought you found my kinkiness titillating to your blue balls, years ago. You act like you’ve never seen a corpse before,” I said while cutting a lock of Donovan’s black hair and sprinkled it in front of Allan. His muffled screams continued under his ball gag. “From now on Allan, I’m renaming you ‘Lucian.’ It makes you seem more exotic. Welp, it’s story time. I call this particular story, ‘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 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.