Category Archives: Writing Samples

The Engineer and The Black Death

Chapter 3 of my second novel, The Lost Pages of Trevor Sunburn. Check out the book page, which contains more excerpts here.

THE ENGINEER AND THE BLACK DEATH

Hotel food sucks. They charge an exorbitant amount of money for shit on a plate and after five days of eating that garbage, just the thought of a greasy slice of pizza would make the insides of my cheeks sweat.

Even the eggs suck. How in Zeus’s lightning do you fuck up eggs?

I guess it doesn’t help that I’m picky and don’t eat meat.

I had a vegetable panini one night; which in this case was squash, zucchini, mushrooms and some other crap on focaccia bread. Sure, it sounds mighty tasty, but damned if it didn’t make me want to fucking vomit. First, I pick it up and some big shiny red thing’s sticking out the side, wobbling around like a floppy dildo, then every time I try to take a bite of the bastard, these goddamn slimy sea creatures squeeze right out from between the buns and flop onto my plate with a wet splashing sound.

Needless to say, I took a stroll through the blistering cold to get pizza after that experience, rather than eat at the blasted hotel. It was either the elements, or I do battle with the fucking Kraken again. Continue reading

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Here Comes My Brain! (Part 3)

Read Part 1 here!

Read Part 2 here!

And onto the end…

I was too busy watching my finger to even notice the redhead cutting a sliver or flesh from my left thigh. I shifted my eyes down to see him placing a bandage over the exposed muscle, before depositing the flesh on a tray next to a syringe filled with the reanimation serum, then carrying the contents to the doctor and the bitch. The syringe was emptied into my flesh and they once again analyzed the data. I was not kept in the room long enough to monitor the results this time and was carted off almost as quickly as I was brought in.

I gather that only an hour or two passed before they brought me back to the operating room. What I saw was astonishing. In the few hours since they had injected the flesh from my thigh with the regenerating liquid, it had managed to mutate, forming tiny bumps that it could wiggle to pull itself along. The doctors had their masks off, big mistake, and were laughing as they watched my flesh drag itself across the cold tile floor. Was that a sense of cold I felt in the hole where my skin had been removed? Continue reading


Here Comes My Brain! (Part 2)

Here’s the second part of Here Comes My Brain. Part one can be found here!

The name is Howard, I wanted to tell him, but the injection had worked on my lips as well. They lifted the deadweight that was my body and deposited it into the wheelchair with that blasted broken wheel, proceeding to push me down the hall, further bruising my knees on the cold walls due to that wicked left turn the chair so enjoyed making, and finally to the operation room the good doctor spoke of.

The room was well lit and sterile, with white walls and stainless steel tables, sinks and surgical equipment. There was a solitary metal chair in the center of the room with an adjustable high voltage light like those at a dentist’s office. Fluorescent bulbs illuminated the room as well as the two additional doctors who were waiting inside, loading syringes with a glowing amber liquid. Was that a smile I saw beneath the mask of the female doctor? That bitch just jumped up a peg on my shit list. Continue reading


Here Comes My Brain! (Part 1)

Here Comes My Brain! is a short story I wrote a few years ago, which I’m presenting here in 3 parts. The story was based completely around the title, which was based around something a neighbor was screaming, which was obviously (I would hope) misheard.

Please continue reading and look out for part 2. Feel free to leave feedback. If demand calls for it, I’ll publish some of my older short stories on here as well.

Here Comes My Brain is a fun horror/dark comedy about a man who is abducted and used in experiments that involve the reanimation of dead flesh, where each day brings more bizarre procedures and less limbs, as his desire for revenge increases. Without further ado… Continue reading


2012 Project

A preliminary preliminary test for one of my untitled 2012 manuscript projects, inspired by the Kowloon Walled City…

The sun hadn’t cast its warmth on these streets in many years. Though each morning the sun would rise over this city just as any other, the labyrinthine network of buildings allowed no light to penetrate its weary foundation. When the city was still relatively young, a census would one day report a population of over 50,000 in just over 7 acres of space, but it wasn’t an entirely accurate approximation, as there were many unreported births and deaths, and then there were the lower levels below the city that very few knew existed, and those with the knowledge would never dare venture for a mere population count of a city the world had all but abandoned. Continue reading


A Lullaby

(A short Chapter from the middle of The Skin Collection)

Julian sits back in his chair and folds his fingers under his chin, contemplating the fate of the pieces he’s set into motion. There’s an odd piece somewhere on this board that remains hidden, and this is what he knew he must prepare for, should it fall into the hands of his opponent.

He sensed and feared the demons may have made contact with their master. It was still too early, but if this was true then he had to escalate things quickly. The fabric of the system has grown quite fragile and Howard Russo threatened to tear a hole so wide that no seamstress would be capable of repairing it, and Julian’s kingdom will crumble to dust. Continue reading


The Man With a Thousand Wounds (excerpt from Dōguhn)

I’ve been occupied with some things and so I regret that this site has been neglected. Though I’m happy to report that I’ve gotten quite a bit of writing done on my newest manuscript today (The Skin Collection). The chapter I just finished may be my most blasphemous work to date. I may post it on here eventually, but for now I’ll post another chapter from my first novel, Dōguhn. I’ll be reviewing a couple more movies shortly (potentially Kurosawa’s Cure and Cronenberg’s Shivers), and may even post some more top ten lists. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this excerpt from the chapter entitled, The Man With a Thousand Wounds. And don’t forget, I have a promise to keep; these books will be up for sale in the not too distant future…

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Transactions of the Flesh

A short one today, bitches. This is the first chapter of my newest work in progress, The Skin Collection (please note, manuscript is not final and subject to change).

Howard Russo is a collector of human remains. What began as mere fascination became a hobby which fed off the man’s fragile will until it developed into a desperate craving that could never be fulfilled, no matter how many ghastly trophies lined his walls. Forty years later, very few know of Howard’s whereabouts, but some of those with this valuable information are ones to be feared, which is why the old man currently remains in hiding from the prying eyes of the world. Even still, his unhealthy desires persevere and the skins of countless men and women continue to keep him warm on the darkest, coldest of nights. Continue reading


A Non Paying Customer

The horrors of real life won’t allow me to add a long, well thought out post today. With that in mind I’ll give you a preview of what’s to come, then leave you with another writing sample; this one from The Lost Pages of Trevor Sunburn, and I warn you, it’s not for the kids!!!

Coming up is a discussion about my disgust with 90% of remakes, and CGI VS practical effects, and I encourage you to comment and stir up some debate in these dreaditorials. I’ll also be reviewing some older, obscure horror movies I feel you should demand you check out if you haven’t already.

Well the lawn isn’t gonna cut itself, so here’s a sample from my experimental horror/adventure/sci-fi/black comedy/surreal novel, The Lost Pages of Trevor Sunburn, which will be up for sale along with Dōguhn in the not too distant future. Continue reading


The Quest For Knowledge (Excerpt from Doguhn)

A sample of the first chapter of my first novel ( Dōguhn ), written a few years ago but recently revised and soon to available to purchase…Please take the time to read, and if you enjoy it (or even if you hate it) leave a comment and let me know!

There are individuals in this world whose desires and ravenous hunger sometimes drive them to measures one would otherwise recoil from. In many cases those actions lead to such boundaries as murder, whether for business or pleasure. The man in apartment E6, on many occasions, has taken part in both. Continue reading