This is a new project of mine, and I haven't begun to write it yet but this came to me the other night. It's an example of what to expect from the book, and no, it's not sex. (haha) It's supposed to leave you asking you questions. Who was she? Did she even exist at all? You'll have to read it to find out. :)
The Psychotic Hour
Excerpt
C.S. Black
His body no longer belonged to him.
Involuntarily, his back curved forcing an arch toward her advances. Long, boney
fingers traced his jawline, a sharp nail scraping across his responsive flesh.
His breath hitched in the back of his throat. His body frozen, unable to move
or speak, he stared, through foggy glasses, at red lips that haunted him. A
voice, no louder than a faint whisper, drifted into his ear seducing his desire
to the forefront. When her cold lips pressed against his, memories that he
thought he locked away suddenly began flashing against the back of his eyelids.
Her unfitting child-like laugh should have been enough to snap him out of his
hypnosis but it wasn't. He sheepishly opened his eyes and met her vacant stare.
Falling deeper into his own madness he closed his eyes again arching his body
even further toward her. He wanted her to touch him and he didn't know why. He
wasn't even into girls, not like that. Hot breath on his neck made him feel
certifiably insane as he lunged for her. His eyes shot open. No one was there,
just him in a long dark hallway...alone.
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