Flash Fiction

The Want – A Cordelia Kelly Snippet

Cordelia and Sol… Duality (Coming Soon) Copyright Author ER Pierce

“I want – ” I snapped my mouth shut, looked away and stared out the window into the pre-dawn morning. The world outside remained in the grey void, the peaceful moment before the sunrise cast the demons out of the world and sunshine ruled the earth once more.

“What do you want?”

Unsure how to answer without giving myself away, without giving him a way to hurt me, I continued to stare out the paned glass as tiny rays of color peeked through the rain splatter and peppered my floor with prisms of unfiltered happiness.

He reached over and grabbed my chin, pulling my face back towards his and I helplessly locked eyes with him, his aura tugging me deeper, holding me closer, forging a bond so close to love I barely saw straight. “Tell me, Cordelia.”

He rested on his arms above me, and his strength called to me on a primal level. A complex layer I didn’t fully understand because I’d never experienced this deep and profound ache in my life. In the honest moments of my mind, I feared he would break me when he left. I feared giving him the power to hurt me but I had no choice. The words wanted to escape and move into his heart.

A small piece of me still believed in hope. However minute or unattainable it seemed, I wanted to hope. “I want you to love me. I need someone who needs me. But most of all, I know you understand me, and I crave that bond so much that when I’m with you, it’s all I feel. It consumes me. Fires me. Eats at my fine tuned control until there is nothing left of me but the feel of you in my bones.”

Duality by ER Pierce

 

Flash Fiction Contest ~ 100 Words

 

Flash Fiction Contest:

18+ mature content.

100 words — no more, no less. In honor of Eating Out being free, and for Mistress of Pain and Illusions releasing to the wild — and for all my flash fiction friends <3

Anyone can enter, leave your story in the comments and my husband and I will pick the top 5, and then we’ll open voting with a poll to find the winner. Entries due by Thursday at Noon. Voting Begins on Friday November 2nd.

Any genre, any material, whatever inspires you from the photo. I will count the words to make sure you stay at 100. That is part of the challenge.

Rules:

100 word story

maximum of 2 entries per person.

Have fun!

 

ER Pierce owns this photo

 

The winner will receive a brand new pair of Ben Wa Balls from Ben Wa Balls (Either Silicone Duo-tone balls or up to $14.95), and also a copy of any of my books. I might throw in a couple of other books I have access to as well.

This is supposed to be fun, so let your imaginations fly. I will leave this up for a few days (Close entries on Thursday at Noon, Voting begins Friday Nov 2) and then decide on the top 5 to vote for. Enjoy yourselves!

Got Flash? by ER Pierce

 Got Flash by ER Pierce

 

Soon, I will be releasing my flash fiction book titled, “Got Flash?” It will feature seven or eight of my favorite flash fiction stories. I have expanded each of the stories and I know you’re going to love them.

Do you like the cover?

Personally, I love the cover. It says exactly what I envisioned. Sexy stories that will tantalize and tease you. Flash books are fun to write and give readers a sample of my writing style. There are a few paranormal and contemporary pieces in this short story book. Not all are sexy or about sex, per say.

So far I have included:

1) Haunted Memories

2) Frozen Nerves

3) Impatience

4) Death Becomes Her

5) Broken Promises

6) Sexy Cookouts

7) I’ve been D.I.D

I might add a few more. So what do you think? Are you excited? I know I am. I have so many awesome stories planned and releases coming soon.

Duality Snippet – Cordelia Kelly

Copyright Author ER Pierce — From Duality, a Cordelia Kelly Novel, coming late fall 2012

Raw and unedited as of yet. Sorry for any mistakes

 

Author ER Pierce owns this photo

 

 Duality — Cordelia Kelly #1

I pulled myself together and retreated to the bathroom to refresh.  The cold water eased the puffiness from my tears and I looked at myself in the mirror. My strawberry blonde hair pressed flat against my head where I’d lain on Sol’s chest, and I flipped my head over and combed through it with my fingers before whipping my head back up.

A trick every woman knows adds body to her hair.

I inhaled for a count of three and let it trickle out slow, listening to the sound of my breath through my ears like a soft, flowing river.

I left the bathroom and walked over to the counter, snagged a banana to settle my stomach and went over and plopped down next to Sol.  Neither of us spoke, and I peeled my banana as he stared out the window, seeming happy to people watch.

I wrapped my lips around the banana and bit down slow, savoring the sweet taste.  One of my favorite things to eat is a peanut butter and banana sandwich.  Sometimes on toast, other times smooshed between two pieces of sourdough bread.

Next to me, Sol shifted position and groaned. “Seriously?”

I turned my head and then tilted it at an angle, much like a dog does when they are confused. “Serious about what?” I asked around a mouthful of mush.

He groaned. “Are you really going to eat that here, in front of all these people?”

I chocked and sputtered out a laugh. “I’m eating a banana, for shits sake.  Am I supposed to go hide in the bathroom like some banana junkie?”

How did he know I loved banana’s so much, anyway? Can he read my mind?

            A rumbling laugh came from Sol and this time, he slapped his leg with his hand. “You can’t be that naïve Cordelia. It’s just not possible.”

I eyed him, waiting for the punch line, because honestly? I didn’t get it.

“Look around the shop, look at all the men’s faces and at how many of them are staring at you right now as you put that very phallic piece of fruit back into the wet heat of your mouth.”

I did as told and sure enough, half the men in the coffee shop were red faced and shifting in their seats. A few girlfriends or wives were giving me nasty looks and I just shrugged at them and took another bite. What the fuck ever. I’m eating breakfast, not a cock.

            Sol chuckled and leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “I’d keep your house stocked with banana’s just to watch you eat them for breakfast every morning.”

I grinned at him and wrapped my lips around the remaining bit, lingering for a second longer than necessary before moaning once for good measure. I had a feeling I’d always smile when I saw a banana from now on.

Secrets

I’ve been watching the show DEXTER. (For those who have no idea about the show, Dexter is a Serial Killer — of Killers. He has a code and the show is very compelling and dark with humor and compassion).  My husband and I are now on Season Three. (We’ve been watching two episodes a night! woah. lol)  This little piece was inspired by the show.

I own this photo

Everyone has secrets.

Some hide in plain sight and others in the shadows.
Darkness is diacritic.
Pain is personal.

Love can be lonely and Peace can be cruel.
Light illuminates dark.
Dark attracts light.

Life is dichotomic.

Be Careful With My Heart

The other night I challenged my husband. I told him, “Find me a photo, and give me 5 words to write with.” And so, here we are, on a Monday. A short story awaits you…

This is the photo he chose:

 

Eliza leaned back in the rigid wood kitchen chair and drummed her fingers on the table, pondering Jett’s latest text message.  She was so lost and her thoughts circled the mental tank of insanity.  He’d left their notebook out and then sent her a message to look inside at the picture. The photo was of a man holding a heart in his hands but it was his eyes that pierced into her. Such a sad, haunted look. A look she knew all too well as of late.

“Oh, Jett.” Eliza said to the quaint, quiet kitchen. The kids hadn’t rose from their slumber yet and she relished the silence.  Her coffee was bitter though, despite the copious amount of chocolate syrup she’d dosed it with. Nothing seemed to have much taste since her and Jett started on this tremulous journey of ups and downs.

When she was upset, it was hard for her to eat. Her appetite abandoned her a few days ago, and hadn’t returned since. She didn’t think Jett noticed, otherwise he would have said something to her. Or maybe he did notice, but he just didn’t care. “Nah, he isn’t like that.” she said as she looked over at the banana’s on the counter and sipped her coffee.

“Coffee has dairy in it. And sugar. Those are basic food groups.” She said to the bouquet of lilac’s adorning the center of the table.

Eliza sighed, and muffled an, “Oh shit,” into her palm. She really needed to get her head together. Her control issues were rearing their ugly head again, and she was so out of balance and tune with herself. A lapse into anorexia was definitely not what she needed at the moment, and she never wanted her children to see her in the ugly cycle and daily struggle with food or control.

She twirled her phone on the table, staring at the words he’d texted her. “Be careful with my heart.”

She’d never had to worry before. His emotional safety had never been in question. In her mind, it still wasn’t. She’d always protect and love him. He and the kids were her entire life. Her struggle lay within her own confines of who she was as an individual.  Her place as a mother, wife, lover, and friend were firm and entrenched in her heart — but who was she outside of those attributes?

Selfishness had never graced her vocabulary before, but it seems the theme for her these last few months. When she embarked on her new career, a passion ignited within her and things spiraled out of control so fast. Eliza closed her eyes and laid her head down on the table, her forehead touching her phone. A contact of sorts, with the man she loved with all her heart.

“I’ll keep your heart safe, Jett. I promise.” She whispered

Goal set, Eliza opened her eyes and stood. She glanced around the kitchen then walked to the counter and snatched a banana, peeling the exterior layers and revealing an inner softness she could relate to.

 

 

 

Soul Searching

 

Finding Balance by ER Pierce

Original written work © 2012

Her heart twisted and an irregular beat echoed in her head.  She’d kissed Jett goodbye and wished him well on his soul-seeking journey, and yet here she still stood watching the rain slide down the chilled windowpane.  The mugginess turned into a late afternoon thundershower and coalesced with her ruminations, yet the air conditioner still blazed its icy air inside the house causing condensation both inside and out.

Eliza sighed. One of those soul deep, heart aching type of sighs and closed her eyes.

If only she’d had all the facts beforehand. If only Jett had trusted her enough to tell her his true feelings instead of locking them up inside.

Now, the happiness and elation that had been her friend the past week seemed murky and her mind spun tales of desperation and desolation.  A love so pure and altruistic he’d rather her be happy, then him. What did she ever do to earn that kind of singular devotion? In her mind, they both deserved happiness, and she’d thought they were on the upswing.

Eliza rubbed her forehead on the cold glass.

“I hope you find what you seek.”  Eliza whispered as she turned her face away from the empty driveway to put the kids to bed.

“Mommy, what are you doing?” Rose mumbled as she brushed her teeth while pacing around the house. Eliza snickered when she saw toothpaste dribbling down her chin. Sometimes her kids were the best medicine. Other times, she needed medicine because of them. Tonight though, she was glad for the distraction.

Eliza turned and faced her daughter and said, “Just gazing at the stars, sweetie.  Let’s finish up and hit the sack, OK? Daddy will be home tomorrow.”

 

The Journal of Cordelia Kelly (Snippet)

 

Good Morning my friends –

I’ve been writing. Yay! I’m in the middle of a few works in progress (WIP’s) One of which features Cordelia Kelly, You may have seen the flash snippets recently, called the Masks of Love. This latest snippet is from her journal. You can read Part One and Part Two They are not in order from the book.

I own this photo


 

by: ER Pierce ©2012

From the Journal of Cordelia Kelly…

Today I thought about death as I drove down the highway. With each passing pole and towering tree, the sinister whispers followed and echoed in my head.

“Hit me.”

“End it.”

The last time I heard those voices I’d been twenty and watching my father almost kill my mother. Then those voices whispered, “coward”, and “you’re weak” and the final nail in my mental coffin, “It’s all your fault.”

Stress flipped my switch, along with emotional anguish. My inner turmoil would make most people buckle. For as long as I can remember, I’ve internalized other peoples problems. They are compelled to tell me their darkest fears and secrets, and I absorb their pain and give them back hope.

I don’t tell anyone about my ability. The few I’ve tried to explain it to laughed me off and called me a liar, then accused me of trying to garner attention.

Like I wanted that kind of attention. Who wants to be known as a freak? Who wants people calling them names and labeling them as a sociopath or schizo? Certainly not me. I’m neither of those things. I’m just a girl who can sense others emotions and offer aid. I can filter darkness and replace it with light.

At least, I think so. I’m not really sure what the fuck I do, or who the fuck I am anymore.

A Small Flash

From a Short Story WIP.

 

 

As Bambi stared at the photograph in her hand, all their memories assaulted her. His Smiles, the laughter, their combined joy, a soul deep love.

An ache settled in her gut.

That sunny day would be forever burned in her heart, her mind, and the secret abyss where she stored her most precious moments.

A tear fell, and then another, before she closed her eyes to staunch the flow, squeezing them shut. She lifted the photo to her heart, holding him close, trying in vain to heal a wound that would never fully heal.

If she’d only known that day would be the last time she saw him, or talked with him… If she’d only known her life would irrevocably change in that next hour.

She shook her head to clear the sudden throb, but the pain was still fresh, and the grief she’d held back roared to center stage.

“I would have held you tighter. Kissed you longer. Breathed you deeper.” She sobbed and more tears fell.

“I would have loved you better.”

 

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Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com

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Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/tantalizing-tuesday/

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Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/

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A Flash of Pain ~ The Masks of Love

This is a continuation from my Tantalizing Tuesday post, The Mask of Love . (Click the title link) Please read part one first.

 

The photo is from Winter Wolf Studios, an amazing photography Studio. Please, check them out.

 

 

The Masks of Love…Part 2

by: ER Pierce ©2012

Cordelia lay with her cheek upon the soft, springy moss, pouring the pain back into the earth that cursed her.

She tore off her mask and gloves, throwing them as far away as she could. The sky above her turned dark at her blatant defiance.  The tears streamed down her face causing her makeup to cascade and create a kaleidoscope of color. She was a beautiful mess.

Her body ached from the tremors and wracking soul deep sobs. All their agony coursed within her, and she’d had to hold it all inside and filter the negative energy back into light. Now her desolate and depleted body thrummed as sweat beaded down her spine. Her nerves were alive with electricity, the fine hair on her arms stood stalk straight.

Her fingers raked down her face as she screamed up into the sky, “Why me! Why did you choose me for this?” Her pulse danced a chaotic punch line and her thoughts beat a frantic chorus against her temples.

The sky opened as the God of Thunder showed his wrath and let the rain loose. Cordelia pounded her fists against the earth as her mind and heart shattered like the stone strewn all around her.

“How did I get here?” She asked the wind with a plea,  “Why did I allow this to happen.” She closed her eyes, trying in vain to forget her mistakes – all her missteps and misdeeds. All the ways she messed up despite her good intentions. The road may be paved with nobility, but if you’re not careful you could end up on the wrong path with no idea how you got there.

Or whether it’s possible to get back.

 

 

 

 

 

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