A Supernatural Dream #fiction #writing


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Her heart quickened with each step she took as the men in black followed her in quick strides. She glanced back briefly and gasped when she saw they were only ten feet behind.

In the dark of the night with little light from the moon had cast shadows in front of her. Her feet pounded against the dirt trails that were used for hiking. She got to keep going. She pushed herself to make it to the end of the trail. She refused to be taken back to a place she doesn’t belong like the others. She wanted to go to the place she called home where she felt safe and secure.

The men were coming closer; only four feet of distance separated them from her. She ran faster with all her might. She has been running for what seems like an hour. She got to make it to the white truck where others like her were waiting.
She was getting close though. The light from one of the men’s flashlights reflected on the truck that was not so far away now.

“We won’t let you leave!” One of the men in black exclaimed. His voice was taunting like he knew for sure she won’t leave the compound.

She shook her head violently, determined to make it even if she had to fly her way to the others. But, she won’t give the men the satisfaction of seeing her use her powers. It would give them the ammunition to use it against her.

Just when she neared the white truck, she screamed when she felt a bony hand reach out to grab hold of her shoulder. The sharp fingernails of the hand were digging deep into her flesh.

“This is it. I had made it,” she murmured. She lay in the grass with tears cascading down her cheeks and down her neck.

“What didn’t you made yet, sweetie?” A calm and soothing voice asked her.

The young girl’s eyes jerked open, and she carefully scanned her surroundings. She wasn’t in the woods running away from the men in black anymore. They wanted to snatch her just to turn her in to run extensive tests on her.

She was safe in an all-white room laying on a full-size bed. Also in the room was a night table by the bed with a book about healing, a small window with a radiator heater underneath it, and a box-shaped television in a corner on top of a wooden table.

She threw her head back against the pillows. It had all been a dream. All a dream. She was in a safe haven for people with supernatural powers just like hers. She laughs softly, but it was cut short.

The woman who stared down at her with kind eyes said, “It was such a shame those men in black wanted to take you back. They would have made life hell for you, dear. Luckily, you were able to use one of your powers to save yourself.”

“What do you mean?” The young girl asked with a puzzled look. She sat up abruptly.

“If you didn’t use telepathy, the man and the woman wouldn’t have been able to drive up in the white truck to get you. Not only that, a supernatural ability you have that I can’t seem to fathom right one, was another power you had used.” She sighed.

“Some of us aren’t so lucky. Some get captured. Well done, Phonecia! You are now safe.”

Phonecia threw her head back. So it really wasn’t a dream then, she thought.

©2018 Pamela Hester

#CampNanowrimo, Writing, And Me #MondayBlogs


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Hi everyone! I hope your weekend went well. I can’t believe how fast this month is going by.

When I started #CampNanowrimo, I had thought I had set some realistic goals for myself. Not only had I changed my word count goal from 50K to 30K, I had changed the novel I wanted to write.

Well, for one, I didn’t know that for the Camp, you can set your own work count goal until a week after I started. It’s different from the regular Nanowrimo where the word count is set to 50K and there’s no changing it.

I had started out revising Secrets Unveil to becoming frustrated and tired of it. I ended up jumping to the second novel, its sequel, which is called, Secrets To Live By. I had started out writing this novel during Nano 2016 and had gotten to 50k. I went back this month to attempt to finish it because 50K is too short for a novel.

Have you ever had this notion to change something constantly in a given month? And it left you almost feeling indecisive and struggling with it? Yeah, me too.

I had struggled with what I want to do with the two novels. The first is completed and the second is nearing a completion just needs a few more thousands of words and edits. Can’t forget the edits.

So I had this weird thought, well, not so weird, to put the second novel first and not publish the first one. Yeah, I know right, what? I questioned myself the entire month. I had stopped flip flopping and just kept writing Book 2.

Still, I wondered what to make of former Book 1, Secrets Unveil. So I posted my question to Quora. So I have decided to either:

Merge Book 1 to Book 2 or,

Cannibalized parts of Book 1 and add them to Book 2.

My original thought was to try to rewrite the first book to and released it before the second book, of course because 1 becomes before 2. The thing is I had tried to rework Secrets Unveil so many times and it had become to the point where I am like, “f*ck it!”

Still, I was also thinking of just putting the first novel on WattPad if I don’t merge it or add parts of it Book 2 since I don’t plan on publishing it for sale; at least, not anytime soon.

The truth about Secrets Unveil is that I had originally written it over ten years ago with a different title and the revisions had definitely changed countless times over the years. Life had gotten in the way and a lot of other things and I had to put it down for years. Long story short, this novel itself used to be two novels merged into one.

I had learned that I have to seriously make my mind up on what I want to do because I don’t want to spend another so years still not publishing what I have written.

Okay. I said a mouthful. I know, I know. I sometimes have issues trying to make something perfect and making a final decision on something. Yeah, I need to get my act together on that.

Have ever gone through this and how were you able to overcome it? Tell us in the comments.

Thanks for reading.

With love,

–Pamela

 

I’ve Missed You #MondayBlogs #Amwriting #Fiction


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I told myself that I was better off without her, but who am I kidding. I can’t stop thinking about her loving eyes, her floral scent, and those sweet kisses I love so much. And, the temporary dizzy effect I’ll get when a flashback of the two of us are making love.

No one has ever made me feel the way she makes me feel. I should have known throwing up the idea of marriage so soon after dating for six months would send her running away.

I shouldn’t have ignored her when she told me she likes to take things slow. Real slow. I’m a hopeless romantic and thought if I did all the right things, it would be enough to prove how much I love and cherish her in every way. Boy, was I wrong!

“Man, you have to stop running into that damn brick wall where Kayla is concerned. She hurt you and she’s not coming back.” My brother, Thomas stated, forever giving his two cents when it’s not needed.

“You don’t know if she’s coming back. This is Kayla we’re talking about!” I spat out while busying myself by pouring some brown liquor into a glass. The liquid burned like hell down to my belly. The pain doesn’t even compare to the one in my heart.

As Thomas continued to express his dislike for Kayla, I barely heard my cell phone go off.

“Shh! It’s Kayla!” I exclaimed in a frantic. My heart knocked against my rib cage as I brushed my shaky hands down my pants legs. She’s calling now?! I screamed in my head.

“Hello?” I answered in a voice I used when I’m at the office, but a little too formal and stiff.

“Hi, Ryan. How are you?” Just hearing her soft voice was enough to cause me to plummet to the floor. Though, I held tightly onto the granite countertop as if that would be enough to calm my frazzled nerves.

“Kayla. I thought I wouldn’t ever hear from you again.”

“Yes, it has been a while. I’ve been…busy.”

“Busy, huh? You said, before you slammed the door in my face, you wanted to slow down with life, and-”

“I remembered what I’ve said to you. So much has happened and I had a difficult time putting things into perspective.” I heard a slight sigh escaped from her lips. I shook my head in bewilderment. It just keeps getting worse.

“Kay, you just don’t understand how much I love you. And, how much I missed you. Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath. I kept believing you would come back and we would get through this. I apologize for bringing up marriage so-”

“Let me stop you there, Ry. My reason for calling is there has been a change- a big change matter-of-fact- happening in my life. When you mentioned marriage, I wanted to say yes, but I just couldn’t go on deceiving you any longer.”

“So what was it?” I asked, fearing for the answer. By this time, Thomas was leaning too close to me as he waited also for the answer.

“Because I was already engaged then. I just got married three months ago. I’m so sorry.”

I dropped the phone in shock while my whole world spun around me.

Pamela E. Hester ©2017

I Saw Our Lives Together In Your Eyes #MondayBlogs #Love


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Today is finally ending, and Zen is glad. “What a hectic day!” He said to himself. Work had taken what small amount of energy he had left in hopes of a night out in town. Nevertheless, he decided he can just use the time to catch up on his sleep and binge-watching his favorites on Netflix.

On top of having a bad day, he saw a couple in love trying not to express public display of affection which only reminded him of a woman he lost connection with. Months and months he invested into getting to know her, and he doesn’t know where the first place to search to find her.

Not wanting to end his day or go home because it’s going to be empty there on this Friday evening, Zen walked two blocks to Barnes and Noble. Since it’s warm out, walking would be more beneficial than just driving there.

Once inside the bookstore, Zen immediately felt a sense of calm and peacefulness. Nothing like ending a bad day in a bookstore, he assured himself. He headed over to the café to order his usual: a caffé macchiato and a blueberry muffin before browsing the isles for a good read.

Moments later after spending a substantial amount of time in the romance section, he sat down to read a Forbes magazine he picked up along the way until a familiar feeling swept over him like a gentle, welcoming breeze. He closed his eyes, submitting to the familiarity.

He knows the feeling all too well. It’s an emotion you can feel deep within yourself that comes out to swaddled you in its embrace. Warmth and comfort. It has to be her thinking of him like he’s been thinking of her. He desires and adores her. No one has ever made him feel like this before, and to think Instagram is what started it all.

Zen glanced around slowly, wishing he could be with her and this time, express himself about how he honestly feels. He threw a few of his dreads over his shoulder that escaped from the band to hold the hair in place. He sighs. She is the one who made him believe and trust in love again. He redirects his attention to the magazine, but someone caught his eye. He slightly turns his head and his breath caught. Could it be?

“What is she doing here? She lives on the West coast,” he thought.
Zen shot up out of his seat, almost abandoning his books, and nearly tripped over his feet getting to her. He waited so long for this moment, nothing can stop him, not even his trippy self.

With each step he took, his heart pounded louder, drowning out the noise coming from the patrons and the television that hung from the ceiling on the south end side.

His chestnut-brown eyes stayed fixated on her even when he stood silently in front of her table. His mouth couldn’t move as he took in the sight of her…
Marissa was so enthralled by a book she was reading that she hadn’t noticed someone there at first. She sensed the presence and slowly lifted her head.

“Zen!” She exclaimed in a loud whisper. Her widen eyes started to watered as he took a seat. Her heart fluttered as she stared up at him. The man who she has deep feelings for from her social media stood 6 foot and 3 inches tall with love glowing brightly in his eyes.

“Yes, Marissa. I-I missed you so much.” Zen said to her, reaching for her hands as he took a seat.

“I’ve missed you, too. I can’t believe we’re here, together…finally.” Marissa blinked back the tears threatening to fall. She failed. Before she could wipe them away, he carefully brushed a thumb underneath her eyes.

Their fingers intertwined as they gazed deeply into each other eyes. Time seemed to have stood still. A thousand words they wanted to say. They waited all their lives for each other and for this moment to tell one another what they wanted to say; yet, they were mesmerized.

“Hmm, Marissa, I have to say this so you will know how much you mean to me.”
Marissa could only nod, not trusting her choked words, she squeezed his hand tighter.

“Never in my life have I ever felt love like this. When I saw you online and then we started talking, it opened up something inside of me. We have a lot in common, our likes, dislikes, similar past, and present experiences… What I’m trying to say is in your eyes, I’ve found the missing pieces. The missing pieces to complete me. You are my everything, love. You…you..” Zen couldn’t complete his sentence. He’s not perfect but here’s a woman who wants him, all of him, and he feels so blessed to have known her. She was made for him, and he for her.

Marissa slid her chair over to sit closer beside him. She laid her head against his broad shoulder. “I know, love, I know. I feel the same way. I can’t stop thinking about you. Your laugh, the live videos you shared, the music…You mean so much to me. I’ve waited so long to tell you how much. We should go somewhere privately,” she suggested, looking up at him.

He gazed down lovingly at her, and said, “Yes, my love. I love you so much.” His eyes showed exactly how he felt.
She responded, “I love you, too.”

By: Pamela Hester ©2017.                      🌹                                                                🌹

It’s All About Me Now #MondayBlogs #amwriting #fiction


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No more. She cannot do this back and forth shit with him anymore. She felt like she was swept up in a whirlwind of lies, deceit, and betrayal and have to wait out the storm whether she wants to or not. And besides, patience isn’t her strong suit.

What caused them to break up this time was his latest get-rich-quick scheme- with her money. Even though it was only two hundred dollars, he didn’t ask her for it. She figured he had gotten her back for pawning a necklace an ex-girlfriend once gave him; he should have just given the darn thing back to the woman.

“Caitlyn, are you ready to head on over to Trevor’s bar? He said a hot guy friend of his will be there for you to meet.” Her friend, Ginger asked her as they walked half a block from their boutique to the bar/restaurant.

At their friend’s bar, staring at the ginger ale he made for her, memories of her and Martin played over in Caitlyn’s mind, torturing her unmercifully. She missed his full lips and the way he would hold her at night. Yeah, they both have their faults but Caitlyn was through with this never-ending rollercoaster ride. It had taken over her life.

She picked up the glass and gulped down the ale. As she swallowed, she saw Ginger winding her hips with a reddish-haired guy, and to her left, Trevor was chatting animatedly with an extremely attractive guy. Caitlyn couldn’t believe her luck. Both of her friends are enjoying themselves while she moped over a guy she simply can’t rid herself of.

It was always a pattern with them. Screwed up. Argued. Made up. Repeat. Every time something goes wrong, instead of talking about it and come to some type of understanding to fix it, sex would often get in the way. Caitlyn’s mind was fuzzy, and gulping down a glass of red wine a bartender had set down by during her musings had only helped a little.

“Here’s the guy I wanted you to meet,” Trevor said, coming up to her.

Caitlyn could only blink at the tall guy with a low cut fade who smiled warmly at her. His eyes scanned her face like he wanted to remember every detail and replied,

“Hi, I’m Tresden,” showing off two rows of perfect white teeth.

“Caitlyn.” She responded, shaking his hand.

“Well, I just wanted you two to meet before his shift ends. He’ll be back,” Trevor told them, backpedaling with the guy. The guy wave sheepishly.

“Trevor, forever squeezing the last bit of labor out of someone. Poor guy.” Caitlyn said to herself.

“Girl, I told you he was hot!” Ginger squealed, waving her fingers in her direction. She winked.

“Yes, I know. But, I’m not ready to move on too fast. I’m still working on exorcising Martin out of my system. It’s all about me now.” Caitlyn stated.

Her phone vibrated on the table. She and Ginger both shot daggers at it when they saw it was Martin calling.

“What?! Now?” Caitlyn exclaimed in a loud whisper to her friend. Her eyes darted furiously from the phone to Ginger in disbelief.

“Don’t do it! Don’t pick up the phone. You know he’s only calling because he’s drunk and lonely. He always is,” Ginger suggested, taking a hurried drink from her glass. She licks her ruby red lips as she gauged her friend’s reaction.

“B-b-but” Caitlyn sputtered.

“But, hell. Leave it! Besides, with all the up and down shit he put you through, you better off without him. And, also, he’s nothing compared to Tresden.”

“Compared to who?” A gruff voice asked them with a slur.

Caitlyn and Ginger slowly glanced up and gasped. Standing there unsteady with bloodshot eyes was Martin. Coming up behind him carrying food was Tresden with a confused look on his face.

“Oh no,” Caitlyn mumbled, mentally praying Martin wouldn’t make a scene.

©2017 Pamela Hester