Writing

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


Photo credit: pixabay.com

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.

🌹  🌹  🌹  🌹  🌹  🌹  🌹

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. 

Advertisements
Writing

International Day Of Words


Today is International Day Of Words, and I am thrilled. Yesterday was Thanksgiving which was also my mom’s birthday. I hope that everyone who celebrates it had a joyous time with love ones.

Now, today is another day being celebrated as a bond of humankind. Last year, around this time, I have submitted a flash fiction writing along with thousands of other people to the César E Serrano Foundation and the Museum of Words.

This year, they made me their ambassador. I’ve never participated in International Day Of Words, but I believe it’s a wonderful thing to do. I am so happy to be and proud of myself.

It’s about how we use words to bridge the gap between cultures, worlds, and all of mankind. We use words to express ourselves and to others.

We use words to bond with each other and I hope on this day, everyone can use words to express themselves to someone no matter where that person is in the world.
How do you use words to bond with mankind?

Writing

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


Reposted.

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.

*********

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 


https://pixabay.com

(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

My Heart Will Always Belong To You #love #fiction 


pixabay.com

My heart is ready and prepares for tonight, but my mind is still cloudy from wondering if she still feels the same way about me, about us.

As I put on my black pants with no underwear on, I began to take a long drag of the ganja from the metal tray sitting on the night table, and allow the smoke to fill my lungs.

The night awaits me like a new found freedom, and I anticipated on seeing her since it feels like forever we last saw each other. I miss touching her soft skin, inhaling her rich inviting fragrance, and…and.. I need to pull myself together because they need me downstairs. I won’t wallow in distress. I just want her to love me the way I love her.

Once downstairs, I noted that everyone is becoming acquainted with one another. Laughter is lively and glasses are staying filled. They were all dressed in their costumes for the “What’s Your Fantasy” theme.

The host and hostess of the night, my best friends who are using my house for this occasion, are busying themselves doing what they normally do; keeping everyone entertained and satisfied.

Typhan noticed me and broke free of his wife, Vivian’s hand and hurried my way.

Hey man! How’s it going?” He said with a megawatt smile.

“What’s up? I’m good. You saw Tracee?”

“Yeah. She’s with a red-haired woman.” When he said that, I immediately looked around and saw five women with red hair, but no Tracee. What the hell? I muttered. I turned hastily to Ty and he utters a “good luck” and winks before heading back to Vivian who waves my way and kisses her husband. I didn’t bother waving back; they carried on without a care in the world, unashamedly.

After receiving a glass of vodka from a server, I interacted with several women and men who participated in various activities. Soft jazz music flowed throughout the house, women in leotards sashay and giggle as they pass me, and I’m distancing myself from the crowd in desperate need to search for Tracee.

Not so long as I began my search, I spotted her swaying her hips seductively to the music of Boney James with her eyes closed. She looked so beautiful and amazing as she continues to dance to the beats of drums and the saxophone, opening and closing her robe to tease us. The way she moved had all who were there in a trance, including me.

After her sensual dance, I move over to her, watching her as her eyes watch my every move. She knows I would be here, granted this is my home, and which had used to be hers. I could still her screams still vibrating off the walls when I go to sleep at night.

“Ryan, how have you been?” She said to me. She tried to force a smile but failed.

“I’m sure you know. What about you?”

“Been busy with work and just thinking about things.”

“Things like what?” I had to ask.

Tracee cocks her head, glances down at me, her eyes linger a little too long at my waistband, and said, “You still wanna prove how much you want me to be with you?”

I swallow; hearing those words almost made me regret once saying them. I nodded slowly and walked away. Okay, let’s do this your way. I gave her a flattering smile, trying to act like a lion, but inside I’m a scared kitten.

On a black chaise, I lay wearing only my pants and shoes waiting for her. My heart beat faster when the doorknob turns, and she enters like a goddess that she is in a black and red satin negligee with stilettos.

No words are needed at this point. Tracee arched an eyebrow and stood there with her left hand on her hip. She’s taking no prisoners. She demands an answer. People from her past had hurt her and/or gave false promises. I was no better. She feels I treated her unfairly and didn’t love her. I love her more than anything. I just want her to understand that I’m not used to expressing myself the way she wants.

“Ryan, I’m here and you haven’t said a word. You don’t tell me anything about how you feel about us. It’s like you don’t care.” I can hear the shakiness in her voice. It breaks my heart. Coming here, and telling me how it affected her had let me know all hope wasn’t lost.

“Darling, I love you. I would get on my knees. I would do anything for you. You have to understand how much you mean to me. There’s no one else who can make me feel the way you make me feel. My heart will always belongs to you.  I will spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love, cherish, and will support you.” Unexpected teardrops fell and it shocked me because I’m not one to cry.

She reaches up and wipes the tears from my face and we embraced. “I love you too,” she moans against my lips. The intense, fiery  energy consumed us. Nothing else matters.

We peel off our clothes and staggered over to the chaise where we made love to each other mind, heart, soul, and body.
© Pamela Hester 2017