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Flash: Death Wish Part 1 – Hair Drop

Erin Penn

Rating: Mature

Pietro leaning against the wall outside disturbed me when I opened the apartment’s door. I was about to go to sleep when I heard the knock.  I hadn’t seen him in two months; he always took off the summer from the gas station – convenience store where we pulled third shift. The boss didn’t mind, as summer had plenty of high schoolers to abuse. I figured he had a gig at the shore, but Pietro was looking far from tan.

How did he know where I live? Took me a moment to remember I had invited him over for my new year’s party. He showed up late and left early since he was covering work that night.

God, he looked yummy. We had started grabbing quickies in the back during restocking; hence inviting him over for a party.

God, he looked awful. I knew I was staring at the shorter man, but he had knocked and I still didn’t know why he was here. I didn’t remember it raining, so why was his hair soaked?

Then a drop of liquid fell from his hair to his white T and formed a bright red spot. My eyes suddenly saw his shirt was covered in the red dots and his denim jeans were more black than blue from something other than dye.

I took a step back to close the door when suddenly he was through it, his bloody hand covering my mouth.

“Shush, shush, shush. I am so sorry. I really am. I am sorry.” He muttered using his foot to close the door behind him. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go and the sun is up. Hell, I am so sorry.”

The squeaky toy kind nearly wrecked the ominous mood; Pietro grimaced as he glanced down. Well, may have wrecked what he was creating – but it added a whole other level of fear to me. I tried to take advantage of the broken eye contact to move away, get his hand off my mouth. Anything so I could scream or fight.

“Quiet.” He said and the word echoed through my head cutting off my voice just as the scream was about to break away. Looking again at the toy, he asked “Are they here?”

I nodded as tears rolled down my face. I kept trying to back away from him.

He slowly inhaled as he cornered me against the couch. How had I never noticed the man didn’t breathe? “Where will you like them to be taken?” he asked as he pushed my six foot frame onto the soft surface.

I refound my voice. “Don’t hurt them. Please don’t hurt them.”

“They will be safe. Where do you want them to go?”

God, I should have made a will. But a convenience store income isn’t exactly something you think about dividing. I forgot my most precious possessions also needed assignment. “Not their mother. Please keep them away from their mother.”

He looked at me in the eyes again, his pupils expanding to fill the white. “Any other family?”

I shook my head, unable to look away. His eyes were like a bird’s. A baby bird with its constant hunger, mouth gaping. An adult bird, who remembered that constant bone deep hunger. I wanted to feed it. I needed to feed it. I adjusted my legs as I grew hard. Looking into those black eyes, I knew much of the blood on him was his. He was hunger itself.

”Just take care of them.” I panted as he approached dragging his hand up my leg, over my boxers and finally to my neck. “And don’t ever let their mom have them.”

“I will do what I can.” He swore just before he bit down.

(words 624 – originally appearing at Sunday Fun on Breathless Press 11/25/2012 (photo for the prompt of unknown origin so not copied); republished in new blog format 11/26/2017)

Flash: Running Until Found

Erin Penn

Today was a slow, rainy Sunday morning – perfect for snuggling. A day and emotional setting unlike what had driven them together last night and kept them up until the first of the rain hit the tent roof.

Lyle petted Barney’s hair as the watery light shimmered through the nylon canvas. The running will stop soon. He had no idea how far they had run before the car ran out of gas, nor how far they walked after that. Someone would find them.

Today, tomorrow, the next. Until then, he planned to keep Barney as safe as he could. As safe as he should have kept him before they ran.

(words 110 – originally appearing at Breathless Press 5/5/2013 for the 2/19/12 Sunday Fun  – The original photo was of unknown copyright so did not put on my site – published on old blog 05/05/2013; republished in new blog format on 8/13/2017)

 

Writing Exercise: The Other

Erin Penn

Image courtesy of photostock at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

The Other. Other what? Other person, writing someone other than you. The female, the male, the black, the white, the able-bodied, the physically disabled, the transgender, the heterosexual, the asexual, the old, the young. Crawling in their heads and bringing them to the page beyond stock tropes.

George Stroumboulopoulos once interviewed George R.R. Martin and asked him the following:

There’s one thing that’s interesting about your books. I noticed that you write women really well and really different. Where does that come from?

The fantasy master responded with:

You know I’ve always considered women to be people.

As a writer, solid worldbuilding means having characters in your world as diverse as the world you live in and making them real people.

A writer is told to read to outside the comfort zone become better. Reading outside your comfort zone does not mean just crossing genre lines. (See The Man who Doesn’t Read Women by Lorraine Berry, March 15, 2017.) To be well read requires exposure to thoughts and ideas different from your own.

WRITING EXERCISE: Write a flash with The Other as the Point-of-View (POV) character. 

READING EXERCISE: Read a book with the main POV character who is The Other.

Flash: The Interview

Erin Penn

Image courtesy of FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Rating: Mature

Maddy followed the luscious male’s ass through to one of the messiest houses she had ever been in. Not hoarder level piles, but dust, dishes, and dirt everywhere. High-end furniture with water marks from glasses. Used clothes dropped where stripped.

 

Yep, these boys needed a housekeeper bad. Not certain about the rest of the job, but live-in arrangements didn’t come often and Jack was really tired of having her crash on his couch. Well, more accurately Jack’s boyfriend. To be fair, her friend put up with a heck of a lot from her, and his boyfriend didn’t understand their history.

 

The kitchen was no better than the rest of the house, but the table had been cleared and her other potential boss was already seated. Oscar met her at the door, so this had to be … “Dave, so good to meet you.” she said, presenting her hand.

 

Dave, a brunette to Oscar’s dark blond, stood to take her hand. Holy Hannah, she watched her hand get swallowed in his mitt. If the urban myth of hand size was true … her eyes drifted down and made a measuring guess. Dave dropped her hand and sat abruptly while Oscar joined him on the other side, putting the papers she brought on the table.

 

“A little larger than expected, your résumé.” Oscar commented.

 

“You requested the last three years of employment.” Maggie pointed out

 

“And in that time you had …” Oscar moved the pages around, silently counting. “twenty-four jobs.”

 

“What?” asked Dave, grabbing some of the sheets. “Did you quit all these or were fired?”

 

Smiling a 100-watt smile, Maggie started putting a positive spin on the situation. She knew she could ace this. She gave great interview. Plenty of practice. “Well, several of those are acting gigs, and a few were seasonal positions. Is the amount of jobs a problem? I do try to keep busy.”

 

“We understand seasonal positions, being in construction. But why did you leave something like the daycare position?” Oscar inquired flipping paper around.

 

“The daycare position entailed cooking the children meals and keeping the facility clean. Likewise my work in restaurants and as a maid gives me the skills to be an excellent housekeeper. The Little Ones Daycare and DJ’s Janitorial Services required extensive background checks and bonding. I should be able to get those types of credentials if you need them.”

 

Dave grabbed the rest of her résumé when Oscar started tapping the papers together. “I agree you have the skills required for that portion of the position, but why did you leave your last place of employment?”

 

 “Annalisa’s was a seasonal position.” Maggie said, leaving out the fact she got released because she moved things without the management’s direction. Never mind her little fix of the floor plan increased revenue by 12% over the three days it was in place before the boss noticed. She constantly ran into problems when she improved things.

 

Dave held up another page. “And how about the sex phone line?”

 

Maggie had included that job because of the second requirement of the position she was applying for. “I must admit I got fired from that one.” She sighed dramatically. “I just couldn’t keep to the script.”

 

Dave looked interested and motioned her to continue.

 

So in a monotone she said, “Oh, oh, do me.  Yes, touch me there. I like that.” Maggie’s laugh pealed. “I changed things up so I felt the part, and when my line got more repeat calls than others the owners looked into things and were appalled by my inventions.”

 

Oscar shifted in his seat, he of the greater height but smaller hands. “Do any of your inventions include S&M?”

 

Ahh, now to the real interview. A friend from the sex line had given her the information for this job. The boys not only wanted a housekeeper, but also a live-in dominatrix. “I tried to steer clear of abusive sex, but some titillation through taking control or letting go always spices things up.”

 

Dave smiled in comfortable agreement. Oscar started opening his mouth for the next question.

 

Speaking of taking control, time to hijack the interview. “So why did your last Mistress leave?”

 

The two men looked at each other. Oscar’s head nodded and Dave took over. “We were too vanilla. And she said we worked too much.”

 

Maggie leaned back, taking two of the chair legs off the floor and considered. They gave her time to think. “Are you two a couple without a dom present? Whose on top?”

 

Dave answered again. “Outside the bedroom, we jointly own a construction firm and we pour all our energy into that. We prefer not to think once home and depend on someone else to take over.”

 

“So you have been without your dom for about, what, three weeks?” Maggie inquired with, bringing the legs back to the floor. “Have you had sex at all since then?”

 

Dave shook his head no. Oscar couldn’t even meet her eye. Oh, she was so going to ace this interview.

 

“Okay then boys, stand up.” She ordered.

 

Like good little submissives, they stood. Maggie never thought of herself as a dominatrix before, but for the two hunks in front of her she was going to give it a shot. Heck, for room and board and the starting salary she had been told, she would have attempted it with two overweight TV addicts.

 

“Lead the way to the cleanest bedroom.”

(Words 911 – first published 2/6/2013; published in new blog format on 3/5/2017)

Flash: 50-Word Prompts (1 & 5)

Erin Penn

On Friday February 8, 2013, Breathless Press (now defunct, so links have been removed) through its facebook page had a 50-word Flash Friday where 12 prompts were given to writers for mini-flashes. The prompts were words or (really sexy) pictures, and the limit of words were fifty. I had two sets of interrelated flashes and another few stand-alones.

I am going to republish my flashes over the next few Sundays (and hopefully get me beyond the brunt of tax season when I will have more free time). Below is one of the two sets of interrelated flashes.

 

PROMPT ONE: Early Birds
Dawn always came too early when Joseph stayed the night. Glancing at the pillow next to him, Julian got to see one last sexy smile before his dead lover melted away in the daylight.
(34 words)

PROMPT FIVE: THONG(s)
Julian did not like cleaning house. Joseph loved it. Julian loved to watch Joe bend and stretch. Trying to get the dust bunnies, more like dust wolverines, from under the bed Julian extracted one of Joe’s thongs from a persistent bunny. Holding it, Julian curled on the floor crying
(words 49)

(originally published 2/8/2013; published in new blog format 2/19/2017)