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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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The Eccentric Soul of Michael J- #fiction #amwriting


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#MichaelJseries

I would like to stop and interrupt your day by telling you a story about an eccentric character who have been invading my mind and space for a while now. A few months back, I first started telling Michael’s story through a writing challenge on Twitter. It made me delved deeper and considered writing more on his life.

His name is Michael J. He’s 6 feet 6 inches tall, muscular build, Iroquoian native mixed with Greek. He loves dancing, architecture, and stroking and teasing our minds. An attractive guy with a jaw line for days, piercing chestnut-colored eyes, Michael knows how to command, please, and just simply takes your breath away. If you were to see him out and about, take note of how his raven black flowing hair dances in the breeze. It’s quite a sight!

Michael is in his mid fifties now, but I can remember for a long time I would talk, (more like he’s talking to me- I listen) and recorded manuscripts of his life. It has been a difficult task to do so, since at a time I wasn’t really “listening” to my characters. I didn’t use their voice when telling  their story.

Back to Michael, his story was and still too difficult and provocative for me to tell, so I’m trying my hands here. (Bare with me.)

Michael started out as a gymnast at age 8 and later embarked on his talents as a dancer. He loves all types of dance like he does various genres of music. However, school plays and talent shows wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to go far and reach the highest stars.

Growing up in San Antonio, Texas, (originated from Ontario, Canada) he and his family would have a pow wow that would last for days. He once participated in the Grass Dance regalia winning hearts and prizes for his local community. He remembered the decorative beads, and feathers adjourned his hair while waving and flipping his dance sticks. That was around the time he met his now wife, Cynthia.

Graduating with honors and as his high school valedictorian, Michael went on to college majoring in film and business. But following behind his friend, Craig, to pledge for a fraternity Craig had his sights on, led Michael down the wrong path. Because he was the only guy of his race pledging, the head brother took Michael through the hardest tasks. It was like the brother hated him on some asinine level. No matter what came his way, Michael took it all into strive.

So much had transpired that was damning nearly drove Michael insane. He kept asking himself “why me?” He couldn’t understand how his life could turn upside down once in college after having such a normal and joyous childhood/adolescent. It was like he stepped into another world. No, it was all because he pledged alongside his friend who haven’t caught any hell or wrath like he had. To this day, he regretted pledging even though he had gotten in.

This is what he has to say since that moment:

You know, I always had a damn good life, so I shouldn’t complain much. College, well, being in fraternity among other guys is supposed to be about a brotherhood. Listen, I didn’t signed up for mistreatment or malice…let’s just say my life turned unexpectedly. Don’t ask what happened then, I’m not ready to expose all of that…yet.

So what I’m who I am. This is me. You either love or hate, no matter which, cause at the end of the day my family and close friends and my own happiness matters. 

I’ve work hard for all that I do and do it well. I am a husband, father, songwriter, businessman of many businesses; the list is long. I believe in love, peace and when I’m not busy working and being a family man, I devote my time to helping and giving back to the community.

What more you want to know? Have I mentioned among being a dancer and choreographer, I’m also an exotic dancer? Yeah, surprise right? (LoL).

Are you sure you’re ready to go down this road with me? Well, pick your transport of choice and let’s go!

And there you have it, I’ve never drew near an individual so complex that leaves me intrigued, scared, and the hot desire to know more. (More is always better, right?) So, I will go down this road with him, on the back on his red and black Ducati or prized…horse.

Stay tuned every Wednesday as I tell you, or he tells you his story. I can’t predict, but we shall see what Michael has stored in that wicked brain of his. 💋

By: Pamela E. Hester ©2016

#MichaelJseries