Psychological Horror/Crime-Thriller Excerpts:

Welcome to my Psychological Horror/Crime-Thriller Page! Here, you can read excerpts from my novel-in-short story, short stories, and novel in the works.

In order to tell the differences among the brief summaries from my novel-in-short story, short stories, their titles, and the actual excerpts from each story, they are color coded.

"Across The Street" is in the lightest shade of pastel pink font because it has already been bound (yet still unpublished). Enjoy!

Just Desserts: A Capricorn's Ultimate Revenge Part I "Malevolence"

This is Part I: "Malevolence" from my novel-in-short story, Just Desserts: A Capricorn's Ultimate Revenge.

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 some rabid hyena.

“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 glyphs of the zodiac 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 for 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 the oral surgeon is frightening, try surviving a gynecological appointment with Dr. Woody Johnson.

This next excerpt is from the grisliest short story I've ever written, “The Horrors Of Womanhood.”

After performing a hysterectomy on Nurse Gigi's corpse, I fried her uterus in a pan the same way I fry omelets for breakfast to help destroy the evidence. She may have been my 49^th killing.

All Of Chastity's Men

By no means is this excerpt related to “Across The Street.” It is from All Of Chastity's Men. All Of Chastity's Men has been backburned for literally a decade and has yet to be finished. This excerpt may frighten some male readers.

Howling loudly was the arctic wind as the bitter temperatures kept falling. From the weather to the dimly lit basement with Billy Idol’s “Eyes Without A Face” blasting on my basement’s CD player, the mood felt ominous for a holiday about love. “I Love You… I’ll Kill You,” “Die With Me,” “Love Will Tear Us Apart,” “Love You To Death,” and “You Belong To Me” were written in dark red marker across each red glittery heart that I shredded, earlier by using my box cutter. Written on those shredded hearts were song titles by Enigma, Type O Negative, Joy Division, and Lords Of Acid. A broken ax to a rubber cherub doll’s head with Peter Murphy’s song “Cuts You Up” was carved into its back. Threaded around the ceiling like deranged Valentine’s Day decorations were miniature bloody skulls with red lipstick imprints on them.

"Across The Street"

As some of you already know, I briefly mentioned a few times about my past chapbook. It is bound at Carthage College, which was where I graduated 16 years ago. I chose to share another excerpt 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.