A Supernatural Dream #fiction #writing

Secret, Darkness, Nature, Tunnel, Tree

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


Unfolding The Unbearable Truth #MondayBlogs #amwriting #fiction

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Continued from Part 1 here. 

“You’re not going anywhere.” Kevin seethes tautly.

Tyra glared back with anger flickering in her deep eyes.

“Have you lost your ever-loving mind? Let go of me!” Tyra yells, snatching her pained arm away.

Kevin glared back before letting go of her arm. “Can you blame me?”

Tyra’s dark-brown eyes were downcast, yet she contemplated her plan of action just in case Kevin conjures up any brilliant ideas.

“Why would you lie to me? Do you not know how much I love you?” Kevin inquired, taking her by the hand.

Tyra sighs. What am I doing? I’m so stupid. Tyra gave a sidelong glance at the man she tried not to fall in love with. Who would ever think love can come in many ways?

“Kevin, I sincerely apologize. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I have to go.” Tyra pleaded.

“Yeah, you said that but where to?” Kevin wondered. All of her plans were placed on hold until further notice; plans won’t resume unless he said they can.

“Well…I have to…to pick up my children from the babysitter,” Tyra stammers. Something wasn’t right; she can feel it deep inside.

“From Ms. Yates right?”

“Yes, her.”

Kevin thought for a moment, went over to his wallet and pulls out a photo. He ambles Tyra’s way and shows her the photo. “You mean this Ms. Yates?”

Tyra took a glance at the photo, took another glance and snatched it from his hands. She gasps.

“What the-?” Tyra stares and ponders. “Is this you- with Ms. Yates?” Kevin answered yes. “But that can’t-”

“Be? How can it not? That’s clearly me in the photo. Taken… let’s see… ten years ago,” Kevin answered. He watches the confused look Tyra kept making. She was in for a rude awakening.

“So, how did you two met? I clearly didn’t introduce you two,” Tyra replied, flipping the photo over in her hands.

Clearly you didn’t. The doctor introduced us when he placed me in her hands.”

“Your mother!” Tyra yells. She felt woozy. Here she was thinking she dropped a bomb on Kevin when it’s really on her.

“Yes, my mother. That day was a devastating day for her. I mean, what man can just leave his wife, a damn good woman I may add, for a younger woman. How?”

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Tyra shook her head in bewilderment.

“You don’t sound sorry. And in fact, your husband isn’t getting out anytime soon-”

“Wait- how do you know that? I just told you that I am married. What makes you think he’s not?” Tyra was tired of talking about nonsense. She slapped a hand across her forehead, mentally tired. She just wants to collect her children and prepare for her husband’s arrival in a few days.

“I told you my father was on duty. He is alright, yet he won’t be coming out anytime soon. Charges after charges all because he couldn’t have stopped sleeping with that- that woman.

And had the nerve to leave my mother for her! No, he won’t be getting out,” Kevin rages; he was in a zone.

“Kevin! You’re talking in riddles! What the hell are you talking about?” Tyra shouted.

“What I’m talking about is that your husband, a Mr. Washington correct? is my father! He left my mother for you and for that he will NEVER get out of prison!”

“NO!!!” Tyra wails.

©2016 Pamela E. Hester

I apologize for taking so long to write Part 2. Stay tuned for Part 3 next week loves. ❤️


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

Warning: Scary image below may not be appropriate for some readers.

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


Love Doesn’t Live Here Anymore #MondayBlogs #fiction


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He turned to glare at her with the look of shock written across his face. Did she just say what I thought she said? He ponders the thought as carefully as he could. No way what she said could have been true. What the hell?!

“Um, what did you just said?” He asked calmly. The last thing he needed is to jump to any conclusions.

She sighs audibly. “I said we can’t do this anymore.” She spoke the words as if she’s talking about the weather.

“What? Why? Have I done anything-”

“No darling.” She interrupts to say, “Um…” She twiddled her thumbs, eyes downcast, avoiding looking at him now after what they just shared. The sheer nakedness he possessed was too much at the moment. She sighs inward.

“Tyra, look at me baby,” he waited until she did just that, and pleaded, “tell me what’s going on?  What are you talking about?” He searched her dark brown eyes for answers and found none.

“Kevin, I’m sorry, but I’m married.” She confessed with no remorse.

Kevin frowned slightly then laughs. “Yeah, good one Ty! Haha!” He tumbled over on the king-sized bed, his bed, into fits of laughter.

“No. Kevin, it’s true I am. I’ve been meaning to tell you this,” sympathy now shadows her eyes. Tyra couldn’t go on with him this way, her husband is getting out of prison early for good behavior after being in for five years.

Tyra watches as Kevin paced the room like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey. She didn’t want to break his heart, but her fun is over.

“You aren’t married. There’s no way.” He glanced over at his nightstand that held a box, a special black and gold box. “You’re just buying time, is all.” He shook his head bewildered by her.

“Kevin, can’t you see? I am. I’m very much married. I’m not that single mom with two kids you thought I was. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Tyra stammered, hastily throwing on her clothes.

“Seriously? It’s all about you, isn’t it? And what do you mean you didn’t mean to hurt me? Huh?” Kevin bellowed. It’s was no joke like he once thought. She’s telling the truth, but now? Why? He batted away the burning tears wanting to fall. He won’t give her the pleasure of seeing the fallen tears.

“You played me! You seduced me. Said that you love me and that we will be a family. You spoke those words! You! And now you telling me you’re f**king married!”

They stared. Angry hazel eyes glaring back at unbothered deep browns. Moments went by that Tyra snatched up her red pumps announcing she was leaving.

Tyra scurried to the door but not before her arm being snatched away from the doorknob.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Kevin seethes tautly.

©2016 Pamela E. Hester

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