I cannot wait for my loyal fans to check out this gruesome collection, “Compulse”! This three-part horror anthology is now available on Amazon. You can buy it now, or wait for a special treat the week of Halloween! The three stories in “Compulse” are “A Sunflower for Daddy” (creepy kids have always scared the you-know-what out of me!), “Alienation”, (the aliens have arrived, and they’re hungry), and “The Watcher” (chances are, you know this serial killer’s next victim quite well).
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Ruby stared up at Amos from where she was seated, her brown eyes and mascara-coated lashes magnified to startling proportions through her coke-bottle glasses. She fiddled her thumbs and stared at his waistline. “H-hello, Amos,” she said, her voice a hairline less mild than that of a timid schoolgirl. She sniffed, wiped her nose with her hand, and scrambled to her feet to pull his chair out for him.
Amos put up his hands in mild protest. “Please,” he said, latching on to her hand to bring it to his lips. He planted a gentle kiss just above her first and second knuckles. It was all he could do to not let his tongue slip out for even a lick of her flesh. “…Don’t get up, unless it’s to show me that…scrumptious body of yours.” Ruby broke into a fit of snorts and giggles.
Thank you for reading this excerpt from “Alienation”, from the horror short-story anthology “Compulse”, available here.. Read another free excerpt from “Alienation”.
From “The Watcher”
She is number eleven, bound and gagged like the last ten, and her peaches and cream cheeks are turning a deep shade of indigo. I release the string and switch it out for a knife. I press the blade and plunge it into her neck, and bask in relief as I let the blood seep onto my freezing hands.
I shove the shoestring back into the pocket of my hooded sweatshirt, and crawl in quick, jerky movements on my knees to her feet. Her shoes are dirty, but her laces–a dazzling white. With a panicked haste, I run to my truck and rummage in the backseat for a rag and a jug of water. I couldn’t bear it if those beautiful laces got one drop of her blood on them. My hand is on the jug’s handle when I feel someone’s eyes on me. A quiet gasp shoots up into my nostrils, but I stay focused on my task. Still, I can’t pretend to not be delighted that someone has taken an interest in my work. Someone knows my secret and someone wants to be body number twelve.
Thank you for reading this excerpt from “The Watcher”, from the “Compulse” short story anthology, available here.
It was at first a single whisper, hot and quick, tickling my ear. It grew into many whispers from sources unseen, their fervent voices hissing through the shadows. I inclined my head to listen. I knew the whispers were for my ears alone, because it was only I who had need for them. The whisperers were joined by others innumerable, swelling into a cacophony of murmurs and shouts. The shouts softened while the whispers engorged into a crescendo, harmonizing into a single tone, which buzzed like the pluck of a stringed instrument, sweet, crisp, and metallic. The tone repeated, gaining volume with each passing interval, until I became aware of its purpose—to take formation inside my mind as two distinct thoughts. They awakened every perception of self within me. Survive. Swim.
Without a tether, I would have no safeguard against drowning. But the walls gave me little consternation, because though they were layered and substantial, they were also pliable, and would succumb with ease to the sickle-shaped claws curling out from my fingertips. Yet my survival would not be guaranteed. And I must live, for without me, there would be nothing. Mine is the only existence that has worth.
Thank you for reading this excerpt from “Alienation”, from the “Compulse” short story anthology, available here. Read another free excerpt from “Alienation”.