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Just Be Yourself #tuesdaymotivation


Just be you.

Good morning. ❤

 

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Her Demand For Answers #MondayBlogs #amwriting #fiction 


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“No! No!” Tyra let out a long wail. This can’t be happening, she told herself. Feeling lightheaded, she made a dash out the door and down the corridor.

Racing breathlessly, she pounded the pavement with her red heels moving too fast her body can allow, and drove madly to the babysitter.

So many thoughts ran through her mind. The picture of Kevin with Ms. White, his mother, to him being her husband’s prodigal son.

Everything he mentioned she hadn’t known. Like her husband leaving his then-wife for her, marrying her which resulted in having them having a family of their own.

“That damn bastard!” Tyra screamed. She was screwed. Her original plan for ending things with Kevin has turned into her wanting- no, make that demanding answers from her husband.

However, Kevin told her he won’t be release from prison. He would know, her husband is his father.

Tyra turned the corner sharply, careful not to flip her car. Ms. White doesn’t live too far from her. She wanted and needed answers badly. Would the elderly woman know? She had to. Then again, why would the woman befriended her and assisted on watching her children? Her ex-husband’s children he has with another woman he left her for? It doesn’t make sense.

Reaching her destination, Tyra turned into the tight cobblestone driveway. Little Tykes bikes were lined up against the few bushes in the front of the stucco home. Ms. White made it her job to babysit the neighborhood’s children. She does her job extremely well.

Tyra walks up to the door, still breathing heavily and tried her best to calm herself before knocking.

“Hey! I see you’re back early. Well, the little ones are in the rear playing-” Ms. White greeted her.

“I’ll get them in a moment. I need to get some answers from you before the children come running in here,” Tyra got straight to the point, no need in lollygagging around.

“O-okay, what about?” Ms. White dried her hands on a dish towel and sat on the burgundy couch which holds several book bags and books from a few kids.

Tyra stared at the woman momentarily before digging into her purse. She pulls out a wallet-sized photo and asked, “Do you know this man?” She held the photo up for the woman to see.

Ms. White picks up her glasses and after her eyes adjusted, she gasps. Her hand flew to her heart.

“Uh- why yes I do.” She stammered. “But, why is my ex-husband in a picture with you?” Ms. White inquired, already knowing her answer.

©2016 Pamela Hester

Hope you all had enjoyed! Thanks for reading.

Catch up on the story- Part 1, Part 2

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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. ❤️

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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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My Love, Here’s A Rose For You #Poem 


Dear, you,

You are loved and loving,

Kind, generous with your time and attention, and special to me.

Your panoramic view of the world amazes me how you see the beauty in all things and people.

I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.

Your empathy for others, beautiful heart and soul, I adore you; I love you forever more.

Here’s a rose for you, dear.

©2017 Pamela Hester