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Don’t Be Frighten, My Dear, It’s Only A Friendly Ghost #happyhalloween #amwriting #fiction


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Althea had awakened from her late afternoon nap to an ominous sound happening downstairs to her nemesis that she could care less about. The piercing, frightening screams vibrated off the cold, white walls and then sounds of the woman’s body movements echoing down the wooden stairs was heard as she crashed to the floor.

Althea sighs and turned over to gaze out through the bay window to the rose garden that was in serious need of watering. The annual women’s convention of sisterhood is going well, too well. 

She reflected back to when her nemesis, Veronica once played a mean trick on a fellow coworker, an innocent, quiet woman, and prank her using life-like toy snakes into scaring her. The woman was deathly afraid of snakes and Veronica knew that. The woman recovered, but today is personal. Althea got up to see about Veronica.

“Ayee! Someone helped me! I saw a-” Veronica screamed out. On the floor, sliding backward in her black floral lace jumpsuit, she sweated profusely and breathing laboriously. The evil demonic-looking apparition left her petrified as she tried to figure out the how, what, when, and why. Her day was going well until now.

The last thing she remembered was demanding the housekeeper to get her something for her room, then she turned around and seen the spirit. She forgot what it was she had wanted, but it didn’t matter now. She could barely breathe to give the answer to a friend of hers question.

Althea snickered as she watched Veronica and her friend scrambling for the door. That’ll teach her to screw over people, Althea thought. She really trying to use her powers for good, to be a virtuous witch, but there are people who will push you to the limit.

“Well, looks like our work here is done, hunny,” a raspy voice whispered in her ear.

“Tamara, I owe you big. Thanks for your help.” Althea squeezed her best friend hand and smiled warmly.

“You know I got you. You think John will leave her ass?” Tamara asked, referring to Althea’s ex-boyfriend.

“He can have that mean, basket case. He’ll soon find out the real her. Today only pushed her further into the deep end. She messed with the wrong damn witch. And, oh yeah, thank Ms. Waterford for me for giving that bitch Veronica a fright.”

Happy Halloween everyone!” She shouted to the remaining women, throwing her head back cackling.

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© Pamela Hester

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It’s All About Me Now #SaturdayBlogs #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

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The Greatest Comeback #amwriting #fiction 


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She knows what she is capable of.

To have gone through the things she had endured only made her stronger.

A fighter, warrior, and an empress.

No one can tell her that she can’t accomplish what she wants in life.

Pushing, slaying, empowering.

She won’t allow another person to be used as someone’s punching bag, bed-mate, nor a personal slave.

You see, she made a vow to fight for the rights of others, like one dear soul had done for her when the older woman found her battered and homeless, ready to give up on life.

A life saved had live to see another day.

Nevertheless, she will continue to pay it forward, but not without tying up some loose ends.

One particular person she simply cannot let go of the past for.

That foul, despicable person who she had known for ten years, married for three, had made her life a living hell.

He kept her away from her family, literally made her sick- always, and if that wasn’t enough, had an affair with her so-called best friend, and gotten her pregnant. Then the two of them had gotten married and lived a luxurious life. Her best friend knew what kind of monster her ex was to her, but she didn’t care.

After getting on her feet and doing very well for herself, she took back her power and control of her life.

She visited a church after work, sat in the parking lot for nearly an hour before deciding to go in. Once inside, she knelt at the altar, said a prayer, and felt a huge weight being lifted off her shoulders. She is grateful for her new and better life, blessed, and much stronger and powerful.

After leaving the church, she headed to a local diner where she had her usual of roast chicken, potatoes, and vegetables.

Once the last morsel of food was finished, she noticed a woman in a flowery dress with her head held down. Her shoulders are slumped. She appeared depleted.

She asked for the check, paid for it, and falters over to the woman. Something didn’t feel right, a distressing feeling swaddled her, but she shook it off so she can be strong for the woman. She might be in dire need for her help.

“Hi, are you okay-” She froze. The woman who was weeping was her former friend. She could only gaze at her. The four-time beauty queen winner is sitting before her haggard, confused and unusually shy.

“Carena?” she asked quietly.

Carena turned her way holding a handkerchief in midair. Recognition dawned on her face. Her eyes widen and her mouth agape. The person she been waiting to see all this time stood before her with concern in her eyes. And dressed as if she’s doing extremely well for herself.

“Hi, Faith! It’s me. Have a seat. How have you been?” Carena said to her, suppressing a meek smile. She quickly checked her face in a pink compact mirror Faith didn’t see her pulled out. She mentally rolled her eyes.

“I’ve been great! How about you?” Faith knew that was a subject Carena didn’t want to go, but she did ask first. And, her curiosity is getting the best of her of why the ex-friend been crying and looking less than her usual self.

Carena paused. She pulled her bottom lip in and chewed on it nervously. She sighed, repeatedly glancing over at Faith. “Can I be honest with you?”

Faith nodded. Carena then continued, “My life isn’t going too well as you can see. David in prison.” Faith could only stare on in silence. Her ex-husband in prison? Music to her ears!

“Yeah, for fraud and money embezzlement. And…and for assault on a guy he used to work for. Millions of dollars he embezzled…for years. Everything is gone. I have nothing.”

After Faith did what she could to consoled Carena, even when the woman was never there for her and took what she thought was a better life, Faith said her goodbyes and stood up.

“Faith? Thanks for listening. But one more thing, you did quite well for yourself. If by chance, can I stay with you until I get on my feet?”

Seriously? What the hell! Faith screamed in her head. Everything she ever wanted to say, Carena will get it in a matter of days. She kept calm anyway. Just like with her ex-husband, Carena will get a dose of her own medicine. Let God deal with them, a voice repeated in her head as it had done for two years now.

“You know that saying, ‘payback is a bad bitch?’ Well, you will get what’s coming to you. You were never there for me and I’m done with my past. Take care now.”

And with that, Faith left Carena astounded and glaring at her back as she exited the diner.

“Yep, payback feels good. I’m better now.” She told herself as she got inside her car, finally relieved to close this chapter of her life for good.

Pamela E. Hester ©2017

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A Stolen Moment #AmWriting #Blogging 


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A bewitching scent permeating from a beautiful, thick-figured woman, reminded him of roses and sensual essence as she sashayed passed him. Before he could excuse himself from his party of four to speak to her, one of his friends hurried over to talk to her instead.

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A Supernatural Dream #fiction #writing


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Her heart was quickening 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 the crescent moon in a cloudless sky had cast shadows in front of her as her feet pounded against the dirt trails used for hiking. She got to keep going. Push herself to make it to the end of the trail. She refused to be taken back to a place she doesn’t belong to like the others. She wanted to go back 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 flashlight 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 reaches out to grabbed hold of her shoulder. The sharp fingernails of the hand dug deep into the flesh.
“This is it. I almost had made it,” she murmured, laying in the grass with tears cascading down her cheeks and down to her neck.
“What didn’t you made yet, sweetie?” A calm and soothing voice said to her.
The young girl’s eyes jerked open and scanned her surroundings. She wasn’t in the woods running away from the men in black; the men who tried to snatched and turned her in just 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 her. 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 woman wouldn’t be 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.

Pamela Hester 2018