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Mirrored Souls- A Twin Flame #Love Story #amwriting #Fiction


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At first glance, the familiar recognition of mirrored souls was astounding as they stared deeply into each other eyes. Finally meeting at a resort in Montego Bay, Jamaica, they embraced and held on for a minute longer before ambling over to a tranquil area.

She touched his cheek softly and said how much this moment means to her; however, her lips hadn’t moved. Though, telepathically, he received her message and planted his lips upon hers.

Unhurriedly disconnecting to watch the waves of the blue-green ocean, they’re relieved to have finally given their healed heart another chance at love.

By: Pamela E Hester ©2017

I do hope you enjoy this story as I had writing it. Thanks for reading.

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This micofiction story was one I’ve written in 2017 for the César E Serrano Foundation competition. A couple of weeks ago I found out I didn’t won and yesterday I found out I didn’t made the finalist list either.
Although I am hurt by that, I am grateful to have taken a part in their foundation. It had really helped me. I once made a post last November about the International Day Of Words and about receiving a letter about being their ambassador and such. 

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Meet Paris: An Interview With My Main Character #MondayBlogs #amwriting


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Happy Monday, everyone! How was your weekend?

Today, I have for you is an interview with Paris Thompson. She’s the female main character who has been through a lot of obstacles and had fought to overcome them.

***If you haven’t read Trenton’s interview (Paris’ boyfriend/male main character), please do so by going here.

1. Tell us about yourself, Paris.

Hi everyone! Great to be here. Well, a little about me, I’m a 18-year-old college student majoring in nursing. One sister, no brothers. My parents are divorced. Hmm… what else? I’m currently in therapy for my PTSD. Uh, I had some things in life that threw lemons and dropped rocks on my head. I’m still overcoming the night of my attack, and have nightmares… Can we move on, please?


2. Sure. Do you consider yourself an introvert or extrovert? 

I’m an introvert most definitely. I’m far from being a social butterfly. It’s very hard to get me to go out and party; I prefer to sit at home, read and watch movies. 

At times, I can be even-tempered, then when something sets me off, I get aggressive, moody, and/or too quiet. I can’t let anything go.

3. If I asked you to write an entry in your journal, what would it be about? 

It would be about how I’m progressing every day with therapy, and my views on life.

4. What parts of loving come easy to you? 

Parts of? (Frowning) Girl, I don’t know what you mean. As in sex “loving” or loving someone? 

(Loving someone, or yourself.) Oh. (Lol.)

Well, what I’ve learned is that you have to first love yourself. I thought I once have. I love every part of myself, inside and out. From my physical features to my whole being- the good and the bad and nurturing myself back to fullness, mentally and spiritually. I’m not beating myself up anymore over things I can’t change.

Loving someone, um..hmm… the closeness for sure. Nothing like feeling like you can bond with someone on some deeper level, and connecting on a higher level. The passion- being fully committed to each other and willing to make it work. It more than just the sexual attraction, which nothing is wrong with that, you got to have more.

Love isn’t easy. I know that now. It’s an unhurried and fulfilling process with the right one. With me and Trent, we’re taking it slow, and rebuilding one day at a time.

5. What can you tell us about yourself that most people, like family for instance, doesn’t know?

I, uh- hmm… I can’t say at the moment. (Looking nervously around, twiddling her thumbs.)

6. Did you have a happy childhood?Why or why not? 

My childhood was okay. My parents tried to make it work being married to each other. They get along well now; sometimes I feel like they do it just for my benefit. They love me; I love them dearly, and they have some kind of love still for each other.

I had only one friend my entire life. My childhood is like any other person’s. Can’t really complain. Then again, there are some dark secrets I’m harboring. Don’t ask what they are, because I couldn’t even say them in the last question.

7. What matters the most to you in life?

Pamela, what matters most to me in life is being happy. And being peaceful. You got to have that. I always felt like no matter what you do, it will never be good enough for anybody. I’m just glad I had suportive family who was there for me even when I was too ashamed to tell them what happened to me and all the unthinkable things I’ve done. Family that cares about you matters.

8. What are some of your interests?
(Smiling) My interests are: reading fiction books by Kimberla Lawson Roby, Carl Weber, E. L. James, James Patterson, and Eric Jerome Dickey. They are my faves. There’s nothing like curling up with a good book and dare someone to bother you.

I like volunteering in the community. Right now, I volunteer at my local hospital. I absolutely love helping the elderly and being there for them in their time of need. 

I enjoyed watching horror and romance movies, baking, and riding bikes together with my fam. 

9. What is your greatest regret?

My biggest regret is meeting this girl named Caitlin. Gosh! I was so stupid for hanging with her when I knew she was bad news. There was signs pointing in every direction, but did I take heed?- no! I kept going around the damn girl because she brought excitement into my life, thrills, the glamorous life. 

At times, I was bored because I had nothing else better to do with myself. She was an outlet for me. However, all that led to my boyfriend and me having a strained relationship; I nearly lost him, and I ended up being addicted to sex and drugs. I lost my self-respect and dignity. Oh, yeah, I ended up in a nuthouse. So, yeah, I regretted meeting HER

10. If you could change anything about your life, what would it be? 

Basically what I’ve mentioned for the last question. So, I would changed my vulnerability towards the people I meet. I would change my ability to be more focus when times get tough; especially when last year upon meeting Caitlin, I felt abandoned or neglected by those I love. She used that time of weakness to prey on me. I want to change to being a MUCH better me, one day at a time.

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This concludes my interview with Paris. Thank you, Paris!

I hope to you all that this interview helps give you a clear understanding on who Paris is and what she shared with us today. Her life was distressing at times, but worth writing about, because I felt empathy towards her struggles, trials, and determination to turned her life around.

As for the part 2 of Trent’s interview, I’m still waiting for a response on when he is available since our interview was previously cut short and he had more to share with us.

Thank you for stopping by and reading!

  ©2016 Pamela E. Hester

Writing

An Interview With My Main Character (Trenton) #MondayBlogs #amwriting #SecretsUnveil 


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(Reposted.) 

Going back through my character development, here’s an interview I had with my male main character named Trenton Devereaux.

1. Tell us a little about yourself.

Hi lovelies, I’m Trenton Devereaux from Cherry Gardens in Jamaica. I’m 21-year-old, goes to college in Columbia, S.C., have an infant son, and I’m a no-nonsense type of person; so don’t come at me with the b.s. Just kidding.. but don’t.

Anything else? 

Anything like what? Guh, you are so nosy. Well… I’m being a suspect in a murder case. They said twenty-so people was killed up the interstate in a warehouse; but I know nothing about that. (He shrugged nonchalantly, twisting his mouth.) Next question.

2. Okay, what is it that you love most about life?

Hmm, I love how well my son is doing. He’s five months old now, and my family is very supportive. God bless them. I love how my girlfriend and I came, uh… I mean, how far within a year’s time. We had drama, cheating, drugs, and negative people coming between us, yet we fought and fought and we’re still together.

3. That is great you two are still together. Which brings me to my next question: How do you decide if you can trust someone?

Ah, well, to me a person have to earn trust, just like they would with respect. I give every person a starting chance, unless I initially picked up bad vibes from them, just like I’ve done last year… anyway, I go by their actions to sum up if I can trust them or not.

4. What three words best describe your personality?

Strong, ambitious, and a risk-taker.

5. What are your greatest talents?

(Smiling.) Well then, since you asked, dancing for one. I love moving to the beats in dancehall music, ska and ska jazz. If you aren’t sure what ska is, look it up; I’ll be here all day just talking about it, or you can come to a dance club I know to show you what it’s like.

Hmm… other talents: singing, writing poetry, I can cook my ass off, la-dee-da, and the last is for my woman to know. LOL!

6. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would that be?

Not a damn thing.

7. What is your typical day like?

I start my day off by tending to my son, then I would meditate since I need it more than ever now. Some light yoga or a run, breakfast; depending on the day, school or work.

I also use my time to render aid in the community. It doesn’t matter how much money you have; you still need to do something; whether it’s through donation, raising money, or doing volunteer work. I use my free time to help others.

8. What are your greatest fears?

I fear losing someone close to me in any way, whether it’s death, to the law, or whatever; it would tear me apart.

9. What or who is the greatest love of your life?

You should know who, but I will say it, Paris is the greatest love of my life along with my son. She has been there through thick and thin, loves my son as her own, and had shown me what real love is. I’ll give her the world if I could. I’ll do anything I can for her.

10. When and where were you the most happiest?

(Smiling endearing) The happiest time of my life thus far is the birth of my son. Wow, T.J. makes my heart swells up with joy and makes me work harder every day to do right by him. He’s so precious, mon; even though his mom schemed into being pregnant with him, it doesn’t change how I feel about him like most guys would to a girl who trapped them. I love that kid so much. (Sniffling)


This concludes my interview with Trenton. I had more questions to asked, but his schedule was tight. Will there be a second interview for a more in-depth look into his life?- I’ll have to check with his people. (Wink)

P.S. I do have an interview with Miss Paris Thompson herself. She’s the female main character and Trent’s girlfriend. You can find her interview here.

I hope you enjoyed Trent’s interview and if you have any questions of your own you would like for me to ask, please feel free to ask in the comments.

Thank you and enjoy your day!

© 2016 Pamela E. Hester

Writing

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