WIP

The Want – A Cordelia Kelly Snippet

January 27, 2013 by ERP in Blog, Duality, Excerpts, My Books, WIP | 1 Comment

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

 

Duality Snippet – Cordelia Kelly

September 18, 2012 by ERP in Duality, Excerpts, Flash Fiction, WIP | Leave a comment

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.

Be Careful With My Heart

July 23, 2012 by ERP in Finding Balance, Finding Balance, Flash Fiction, WIP, Work In Progress | 2 Comments

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

July 17, 2012 by ERP in Finding Balance, Finding Balance, Flash Fiction, WIP | Leave a comment

 

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)

June 26, 2012 by ERP in Featured, Masks Series, Masks Series, WIP | 4 Comments

 

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

June 11, 2012 by ERP in Featured, Flash Fiction, WIP | 9 Comments

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.”

 

***************************

Visit the other flashers this week:

Naomi Shaw: http://naomisfantasies.wordpress.com

Julez S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/

Muffy Wilson:  http://muffywilson.blogspot.com

Lee Brazil: http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com

Cg Brumby: http://cgbrumby.blogspot.com.au

Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com

Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com/

Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/

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

Leann Mitchell: http://leannmitchell.blogspot.com

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

Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

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

Don Abdul: http://don-abdul.blogspot.com

Sherry Tooker: http://www.eroticadiaries.blogspot.com.au/

Molly Synthia: http://www.mollysynthia.com/

A Flash of Pain ~ The Masks of Love

June 6, 2012 by ERP in Featured, Flash Fiction, Free Reads, WIP | 2 Comments

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.

 

 

 

 

 

Flash Fiction Friday ~ (27) A New Road

May 25, 2012 by ERP in Featured, Flash Fiction, Flash Friday, WIP | 26 Comments

Wow, Friday is here, and it’s been a few weeks since I participated in Flash Friday, but I’m back.

So — here is my flash this week. To my new readers — The Friday Flash Group writes a 100 word story based on a picture. Every story is different, but the picture remains the same.

“A New Road”

A sneak peek into my WIP, Finding Balance.

 

“You’ve got this new career, and everything is changing around me.” Jett paused and waited for her to meet his forlorn gaze, and then added, “You’ve changed.”

Eliza bit back the scathing retort that rested like a poison dart on her tongue, ready to spit the toxin at his accusation. She turned away and watched the cold rain slide down the window, casting the world into tiny prisms.

“Eliza? What are you thinking?”

She wondered the same thing on a daily basis. Most days, she had no fucking idea, she settled for saying, “I don’t really know, Jett.”

 

 

If you want more of Finding Balance, I posted a longer Flash Snippet yesterday, feel free to read and comment. Or if you are a sports fanatic, feel free to comment on my Confession of a Sports Fanatic this week.  Or perhaps you missed my Tantalizing Tuesday post? (It was great, if I do say so myself –)

 

 

 

If you enjoyed my creative exercise, follow the links to the other flashing authors and see where they took this photo.

Finding Balance ~ A flash snippet

May 24, 2012 by ERP in Finding Balance, Flash Fiction, General Updates, WIP | 2 Comments

Welcome to my mind. Today is Thursday, and in an effort to get the creative juices flowing *Laughs the erotic author* I am going to share a small sample of the concept of Finding Balance with you. Enjoy.

Original written work by ER Pierce ©2012

“You’ve been teasing me all day with this outfit, and your fingers, Elz.” Jett whispered into her ear, “I can’t wait to get you home and fuck you into oblivion.”

Eliza let out a shuddering breath as Jett lifted her right leg and pressed her against his hard cock. They were at a family cookout and she’d worn her favorite summer sundress, but she’d added the thigh highs and thong to tempt and play with him. Now they found themselves alone in the living room.

Throughout the day she’d peer around and when no one was looking, she’d open her legs and stroke her satin covered lips, then bring her finger to her mouth and suck off her juices.

The look on his face had been priceless, and watching his jeans tent put a satisfied smile on her face. The game had been played for nearly three hours now, and she was so hot and wet she’d had to stop touching herself, or on the next stroke she’d burst into a billion pieces. Which come to think of it… She let her hand snake between their bodies, but Jett halted her movement with his free hand, rubbing his thumb against her sensitive palm.

“Sorry baby, no more touching for you.” He encased her hand in his and brought it up to his own mouth, slowly licking and sucking every one of her fingers into his heat, his tongue twining and stroking, sending chills down her spine. He stared into her eyes and lust raced through her veins. Her core blazed with a fierce need to have him inside her and she let out a low whimper as she rubbed against his jean clad cock. Silently demanding her wishes.

“Please, Jett. I can’t wait.” Eliza openly panted into his neck. She wanted him so bad she could barely stand.

Quick footsteps and a grunt from behind them had her pause.

“Ugh — Can’t you two find a room? And isn’t that exactly the reason you have four freaking children running amok outside while you’re in here getting it on?” They both turned their heads in unison, trying to hide the lust filled smiles, and met the stare of Jett’s sister.

Eliza opened her mouth to speak, but her sister in law just turned on her heel, muttering under her breath and shaking her head while stalking out of the room.She looked up into Jett’s face and burst into fits of laughter. Soon, he joined her and he let her leg slide back down to the floor, before righting her dress and running a thumb across her lips.

When the laughter subsided, she reached up and gently kissed him, whispering into his mouth, “Until later.” Before she turned and sashayed her hips in an exaggerated sway back out into the yard.

 

Follow

Get every new post on this blog delivered to your Inbox.

Join other followers:

%d bloggers like this: