In Conclusion of Conquering It All- #fiction #MondayBlogs


Later that week, Paris sat on a roomy swing her father made for her near a rose garden she didn’t know her mother had grown. She rocks the swing from side to side reveling in the feel of the wind blowing through her soft pink cotton skirt.

The wind is really picking up as Paris pushes off with her feet and swung back and then forward. The feel of the wind beating against her body felt wonderful. She felt so alive. Her mind felt at ease. Paris felt like she did as a child when nothing in the world seemed to matters, just the feeling she’s feeling right now.

Moments after her pendulum movements, she heard a crackling. She stops suddenly. She looks up and smile. It was her knight in shining armor. Trent.

“Have room for one more?” He smiles through his question.

“I do,” she replied, and slid over for him to have a seat.

Trent wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, and she laid her head back against his broad chest.

Here is where she belongs. They had conquered so much over a year that they thought they might lose each over.

Manipulations, drugs, sex, and lies had gotten in the middle of them and brought on a hardship that made them fight harder than they ever had to fight.

Paris closes her eyes, glad that everything is over. She’s going to have to make sure to keep her therapy sessions; she came too far to mess up… again. So many people had stepped in to help her fight the addictions- narcotics and sex, so she can be a better person she is known to be.

The loss of Mrs. Wahlberg has really gotten her thinking about her own life, especially since she gets frequent visits from the deceased woman.

Mrs. Wahlberg is a very inspirational woman. She taught Paris things in ways her own mother hadn’t. Paris still shed a tear or two for the woman, but the agonizing way she felt; she no longer experienced.

“I love you so much, my Paris,” Trent said, kissing the crown of her head. “I love you too, Trent. Thank you for not leaving me.”

“I will never you. Besides, you mean the world to me. I’m a new father taking on challenging responsibilities that I’m thrilled and about. It gives me hope every time I look at him. It makes me feel that nothing can go wrong and not to give up on things and people that you love. Yeah, everything that has tainted our relationship is over now.” Trent told her, thinking about that horrendous, but satisfying night.

Excerpt from Secrets Unveil.

©2017 Pamela E. Hester

In response to daily prompt: Conquer

Rise Like A Phoenix


Today’s prompt is to choose a mythical creature to write a post about. Well, since my blog is called, K. Phoenix, and relates to it, why not post about the mythical creature, the phoenix.

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What is a phoenix? A phoenix is long-lived bird in Greek mythology that is known to cyclically regenerated or reborn. A phoenix obtains new life by rising from the ashes of its predecessor.

This powerful bird lives for hundreds of years before bursting into flames. It then arises from the ashes to start a new, long life.

I like to look at life, past and present, and know that you can rise like a phoenix from the former you; or, from your situation (s), perhaps. Know that you can overcome anything that kept you bound. There’s power and strength inside you.

Symbolic meanings of a Phoenix:

  • Power
  • Strength
  • Renewal
  • Rebirth
  • Clarity
  • Longevity

In response to the daily prompt: Mythical

Millions Of Love Locks Away


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Millions of lovers and friends come from near and far to seal their love in a lock to a fence or gate.

A simple lock that holds such strong meaning.

They will throw away the key to symbolize their love to be unbreakable.

Do you believe in this symbolization? Have you ever done this?

Enjoy your weekend!!! ✨❤💜

Via Daily Prompt: Millions

What Are You Waiting On? #amwriting #fiction


Excerpt from Secrets Unveil

 

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The wind was picking up, and it was feeling very cozy outside. The group around the table began to talk on another random subject until Rachelle started to speak up about what she was supposed to keep quiet about, again. She wanted to get back at her mom for keeping her from being with her boyfriend whom she hasn’t seen in months and when he finally came back to their island, her mother forbade her to bring him like she was some silly child.

“Yeah, Trenton is a good person. He has a lot of decent traits. It’s sad that he doesn’t know that daddy isn’t his real dad,” Rachelle calmly confirmed, folding her napkin in slow motion waiting for the drama apocalypse to unfold.

“What???” Everyone except Clifton, Shauna, and Garcelle exclaimed. Even Carmen and Trent had to open their eyes for this one.

“Chelly, what did you say?” Trent asks her, gently pushing Carmen aside. He moved back to his seat at the table and so did Carmen.

“I said-” Rachelle began to say, mouth agape.

“Rachelle Davina Devereux, say one… more… word!” Garcelle warned her. She had a stern look upon her face. She held her left index finger to her daughter’s face.

“Momma, what’s so secretive? Chelle, what’s up? You said that daddy wasn’t my real dad, then who is?” Trent leans forward; his head cocked to the side.

Everyone saw that Sean’s parents and Garcelle were shaking their heads sadly as if Rachelle was about to disclose a dirty little secret. Sean was wondering why his parents were acting so strange. They couldn’t even look at him.

“Mom, he has to know.” Rachelle whispers to her mother, giving her a long look.

“Not yet.” Garcelle whispers back to her daughter. ” Please, don’t say-”

“You’re not our brother! I wish you were, but you’re not. We don’t have the same father.” Rachelle said in a rush. Her eyes darted furiously around at the shocked spectators.  Her heart started beating faster than it ever did. She sweated, waiting on her mother’s infamous slaps coming.

 

In response to the Daily Prompt: Waiting

Pamela E. Hester ©2016

The Night That Started It All #amwriting #fiction


From my novel (w.i.p.) Secrets Unveil

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Paris was last to sashay in with her Jovani strapless gown that flows around her ankle, decked out in sparkling diamonds. Caitlin had told her to wear a thong with that dress, but Paris declined on that. She didn’t thought it was necessary even though no one could see though the dress.

Her sparkling silver stilettos that the girls taught her how to walk in, was an eye-popping beauty. She looks ravishing in her diamonds, and with her auburn hair swept back into a bun with soft tendrils accentuating her gorgeous face.Trudy, who’s an expert nineteen year-old in cosmetics, done an exceptional job on Paris’ face. She was simply flawless. So elegantly.

Even though Paris was the youngest and the newest female there, everyone took extra care of her. The older women introduce themselves and made small talk before moving away. Gentlemen tend to her every need leaving Paris believing if the party was really about her.          

Paris sat with Caitlin and a few girls on a white leather couch. She had never seen a white leather couch before and she immediately touch it so see if it was real. She was amazed and then admire the immaculate living area. 


There was decorative African arts on the walls and the floors. Accented mirrors were everywhere. The ceiling was vaulted and the crown moldings was impressive. Paris couldn’t stop admiring the view as she felt a soft caress on her shoulder. It was Travis.

Via Daily Prompt: Elegant

Pamela E. Hester ©2016