E.C. Nickelson

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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“A Night Of Hell” by E.C. Nickelson

"Tell me you've had enough!" The voice of a young male screamed from another room as she laid there in bed, music blaring loud enough to almost drown out the yelling. She sprung out of bed, tossing her thin covers to the side. "I'll be back shortly," she said quickly to the person on the other end of her phone call as she opened the door and left the room. Her footsteps padded by the carpet, she silently made her way down the hall and to the kitchen. Shattered glass shards were scattered across the white tile floor of the kitchen. "Tel...

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“Don't Contact Me Again” by E.C. Nickelson

"I love you. I promise that one day I'll come back and save you from Hell." The words echoed in her heart and soul, not for the first time in the previous three and a half years. The unuttered words she should've said were now the very words she regretted not saying as she stared at the blurry screen of the IPhone in her hands.Patience? She hit send before she could back out of sending the first message in almost four years. Questions whirred in her mind. Had the abuse been put on her young shoulders? Was she right in leaving? Should she hav...

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“A Letter A Day” by E.C. Nickelson

Tears threatened to spill from her closed lids. Her Carolina blue dress was gathered around her knees, which had been brought up to the chest of the young woman sitting on the floral-sheeted mattress. "I read a story of a man who lived just like me, Finally ate his pride and came running home. Lord, I'm a rambler, a gambler, And I've squandered all I own." The music trailed off, mere noise in the background, as a tirade of memories ripped through her tired soul. A slightly heavier-set woman of around five-foot-three appeared in her mind....

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“Secrets of a Marriage” by E.C. Nickelson

A/N: Never tried writing one from this particular perspective, in present tense. Hope it works. Also, mature content!!!!-----------"We have plenty of time, Darius." Her pink tongue licks her dry lips as she sighs in exasperation with her husband. Her black matte nails click away at her keyboard as she tries to ignore the all too familiar conversation, praying it doesn't turn into a fight again. "We have the rest of our lives with each other. What's the rush?""Because we're both getting older. Soon, we'll be too old to have kids." His dark br...

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“Three Brushes With Death” by E.C. Nickelson

It's tiring, the never ending job of cradling weak human souls and carrying them over to the other side. I'm not a reaper or a witch. Who am I? My name is Death. I'm the one cloaked in black with a scythe in my bony white hand, so stereotypical, so humorous how you humans portray me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you don't ever want to meet me. Wouldn't you like to know the truth? I'm a being, just like you, but unlike you, my work NEVER stops. How do I fill my weary being or emptiness? Let me tell you a story of three colors. White. Red. Gold. ------...

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“The Love Ride” by E.C. Nickelson

“Don’t go in there! Those who do never make it out dead or alive!” “Grow a pair of balls, Adam! That’s all a myth and you know it! Besides, what harm can there be in a Love Ride?” “Fine, but if we wind up dead, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He couldn’t figure out why he ever let his best friend, Jessica Gunther, talk him into this. “Ever the loveable scaredy cat, Talesnick.” She steered him in the direction of the ride. “Besides, it’s just a carnival ride.” Little did she know just what that was all about. They took their seats...

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“Book 1: Elementals Parts 1 & 2” by E.C. Nickelson

----------Zmey's POV---------- I watched as she went through her home, frantically, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she was unconscious. I was beyond pleased that she'd finally be brought to my majestic home. I saw the way my body-guard looked at her. It didn't please me, but any hot-blooded man would be stupid not to think her desirable and gorgeous. As long as he didn't act on it, he would live. ----------Alisdelisgi's POV---------- "Mama, Mama, where are you?" This was my frantic call as I, Alisdelisgi Livingstone, called for my...

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“Blame the Alcohol” by E.C. Nickelson

Submitted to Contest #104

It all started six years ago, at a party I hardly remember. I blame the alcohol because that’s the only way I made it through those things. Until he changed all that. Let me introduce myself. I am Amarissa Frey Johnson, taking you back six years ago when I was eighteen. Drinks flowing. I took a swig of the illegal, bootlegged liquor. After all, what underage gal from the country, or anywhere else for that matter, don’t, at some point go behind her folks’ back? It burned on its way, but flowed smoothly down my throat and into my ...

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“Welcome Home Soldier” by E.C. Nickelson

Submitted to Contest #104

Thunder rang out like deafening gunshots and lightning soared across the skies, its purple hues casting eerie shadows. Most people would have been huddled in their house, waiting out the storm, but not her. For the rebellious teenager, storms were tranquility and peace, her time to be outside with nobody else around. Until the day he walked into her life. Raindrops pelted her skin, pasting her red and silver curls to her tanned complexion. Torrents threatened to flatten her to the red dirt under her bare feet. Her green eyes pierced throug...

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“Love Escaped The Party” by E.C. Nickelson

Submitted to Contest #104

“Are you comin‘ tonight?” The blonde looked at her best friend, and roommate, from the bedroom doorway. “It’ll be fun. Maybe there’ll be a hot guy there for you to chat with.” The redhead shook her head. “Come awn! You never get out n about! Just one night, Siobhan.” ”Nein, Memphis. Big tests next Monday.” She turned back to her books, flipping the page with one of her dainty hands. ”A week away, Darlin’. Just tonight n I’ll help you study the rest o‘ the week.” Memphis watched as Siobhan chewed the thought over, listing the pros and con...

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“Wet & Wild” by E.C. Nickelson

Submitted to Contest #104

A/N: This is a true story from the past couple weeks of my life. However, the names are falsified for obvious reasons. ¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥ “That may be the name of the park, but I am in no way responsible for you getting wet and wild.” His newly adopted New Zealand accent slightly lilted his words. ”Okay, Asshole.” She laughed into the phone. ”So, are you going to tell me what you have for me?” Her eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of her shared bedroom as she briefly considered spilling her guts. “No, my love. Your curiosity is my assuran...

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“Part 2: Half-Breed” by E.C. Nickelson

I went to get dressed. Dark blue bell-bottom jeans, a black tank top, my black work boots, and my small brown wallet were fine by me. Anybody who said anything could kiss my ass. On my way out, I slammed the door behind me. I chose where I was going, and forty-five minutes later, I was at my best friend’s place. Who knew a conversation with your best girl could be a life-changer? “Who tied your britches in a knot?” I laughed. All I had to do was hear Annabeth talk and I calmed down. “Everybody, Anna. Dad’s lied to me for almost twenty-th...

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“Part 1: Half-Breed” by E.C. Nickelson

“Come on, Sis! You’re sixteen today!” “Go away. It’s five in the morning.” I shooed my brother, Paul, away. He laughed and yanked me out of bed. I attempted to tackle him and, laughing, we tumbled down the stairs. “Happy birthday!” It was my mom, Patience, and my dad, Peter. As breakfast was served in the kitchen, the music blared at top-notch. The day passed in a blur of frenzies and festivities. That night, a big “wolf out” party took place. Partners and mates squared up, leaped into the air, and shifted. My boyfriend, James, came...

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“One Wolf Under The Moon” by E.C. Nickelson

Submitted to Contest #95

One wolf under the moon. Vienas vilkas po mėnuliu . That’s what I am. My mother was appalled when she found out. On the night of the full moon, she had caught me eating a chicken in the barn. To her utter shock and disbelief, I was a lycanthrope. “Vilkolakis! ” It was the one word known throughout the entire town of Esteras. The cry of werewolf, no matter the language spoken, was one that would bring the entire town running to anybody’s aid. Pretty soon, the yard was as bright as noonday, filled with pitchforks and torches. By the time ...

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“Hades' Child” by E.C. Nickelson

Submitted to Contest #94

“You cannot do this to my daughter! She’s only twelve!” The young mother was frantic. She couldn’t lose her girl to a place that she could never go to. Who cared if Hades was her father? “Mary, she’s not safe once she turns thirteen. She needs to go to the Demigod Camp. That’s the only place where she can’t be harmed. The wards keep the monsters out.” Hades pleaded with his mortal lover. He knew that the road ahead of young Biance Merriweather would be dangerous. Just then the young redhead ran into the room. ‘Daddy’s back!” She raced to...

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Author bio

Age: Old enough to know better but young enough to not care. Hobbies: shooting, cross-stitching, latch-hooking, kayaking, basketball, chopping wood, swimming, helping others, and writing. Zodiac: Cancer, but if I hadn't been born early, I'd have been either a Scorpio or a Sagittarius. Born in July and due sometime between mid-November to mid-December. Personality Type: INFP-T Beliefs: I'm a pansexual Christian who doesn't have anything against other religions or races. Your belief is your belief. Ask me or draw me into a debate, and I'll debate, but don't hate on me for it because I wasn't the one who started the debate. I love to talk about conspiracy theories and philosophies as well as other religions, so happy to oblige. Dreams: To become a child's advocate lawyer, a rancher, a big-time writer, a mother, and a soldier. Oh, and to travel the world. Who Am I?: I'm just a simple girl from a large family in Nowhere, USA who has big dreams. I'll cuss you out while blessing your heart. I'll feed you, give you the shirt off my back, but don't stab me in the back because that "sweet, naive, innocent sweetheart" you knew will turn into a "raging, psycho, cold-hearted bitch". Blog/Sites: https://carolinahome2003.edublogs.org/ https://www.poetry.com/user/117544