Phil started his day early and left the house shortly after Lynnda woke up. He kissed her good morning and promised to see her in her classroom before the first bell as he exited the bedroom.
Lynnda sauntered down to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of freshly brewed coffee, then moseyed back up to her room to ready herself for work. After showering, she dressed in a dark grey pencil skirt and a light pink buttoned blouse. She pinned up her hair in a French twist and then applied a small amount of makeup to her eyes and lips. She thought wearing her eyeglasses instead of contacts would increase her sex appeal. She wanted to turn the heads of every faculty member. She wanted the men to want her and the women to want to be her. But most of all, she wanted Phil to appreciate what he had.
She walked down to the second floor and gently roused her children. The ten-year old twins, Christine and Carrie, were awakened first, and then her six-year old, Matthew. Together, they walked to the kitchen where they enjoyed spending breakfast time as a family—that morning and every morning before. It was their routine, and it couldn’t have made Lynnda happier.
When they finished, Lynnda kissed each child and sent them on their way to get ready for school. She politely gave a few simple directions to the nanny before quietly leaving for work. She glanced at her watch before getting into her car and realized she was running ten minutes behind.
The rain must have returned during the night, leaving the poorly maintained desert roads wet and full of puddles. Not exceeding the speed limit by more than five miles, Lynnda rushed to the junior high school where she worked. She picked up the pace to make up for the lost time.
The speed limit was forty five and she was nearing a school zone, so she slowed her speed to the limit all the while paying close attention to her surroundings. Everyday, she passed by the same young women and men—some of them being her students. And everyday she’d see the same group of boys horsing around on their way to school.
She was certain they were eighth graders because she’d seen them walking and fooling around the previous school year as well. She smiled to herself remembering her days in junior high. The voice in her head told her to slow down, but she didn’t listen to it—she was late and needed to get to work. She spotted one of her students riding her bicycle and thought about her lesson plan for the day. She was very excited for her honor students. They were going to reenact a book they just finished reading as a class.
One of the boys from the group impulsively jumped out into the road in front of Lynnda’s rapidly approaching car. She slammed on her brakes and swerved to miss him, but the rain-slicked road sent her skidding into oncoming traffic.
Tires screeched and metal crumpled as fenders collided. Lynnda’s car was sent careening back into her lane and was broadsided by another larger vehicle, whose driver was unable to stop in time, causing her Camry to roll multiple times before coming to rest on its roof.
Monday, October 5, 2009
My next book
My next book is going to be a prequel to ResQ Me! I'm trying to keep it just as interesting as the first. So far the title of it is going to be Love Lost and it definitely shouldn't be read before ResQ Me!. However, I feel I need to share a scene with you that I know will not affect ResQ Me! I hope you enjoy it.
Vanessa
Vanessa
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Poetry---November 18, 1992
THE PIANO PLAYER
Fingers move
Synchronously
Never missing a beat.
Ebony and ivory
Pressed in
Perfect harmony.
Melodic music
Sounding sweet.
Quick and nimble,
Hands glide
Across the keyboard.
Error;
Not a single one.
Contrary motion...
Part of the score.
Find it deep within
The soul of
The Piano Player.
Bringing wonderous music
To the admirer's ears.
Emotions
Run through the notes;
Becoming real hard
To prevent shedding tears.
One minor error
Ruins the whole piece.
Rough on the admirer;
Even tougher on
The Piano Player.
Dreams shattered...
His best performance
Not good enough.
The admirer walks away
Fairly unimpressed.
Tears stream
Down his cheeks.
Fingers touch ivory
As if just learning to play.
Slow and Shy
As his dreams
Are thrown away.
The Piano Player
Playing notes
With the tears in his eyes.
Nobody
Will stand to listen.
He might as well
Just die.
Fingers move
Synchronously
Never missing a beat.
Ebony and ivory
Pressed in
Perfect harmony.
Melodic music
Sounding sweet.
Quick and nimble,
Hands glide
Across the keyboard.
Error;
Not a single one.
Contrary motion...
Part of the score.
Find it deep within
The soul of
The Piano Player.
Bringing wonderous music
To the admirer's ears.
Emotions
Run through the notes;
Becoming real hard
To prevent shedding tears.
One minor error
Ruins the whole piece.
Rough on the admirer;
Even tougher on
The Piano Player.
Dreams shattered...
His best performance
Not good enough.
The admirer walks away
Fairly unimpressed.
Tears stream
Down his cheeks.
Fingers touch ivory
As if just learning to play.
Slow and Shy
As his dreams
Are thrown away.
The Piano Player
Playing notes
With the tears in his eyes.
Nobody
Will stand to listen.
He might as well
Just die.
Poetry--- c. 1991
DREAMS
"It's okay to dream,"
I'd say to myself
"It's okay to dream, but
they may not come true.
Dreaming is what
life is all about.
If there were no dreams,
what would people do?"
"It's okay to dream,"
I'd say to myself
"It's okay to dream, but
they may not come true.
Dreaming is what
life is all about.
If there were no dreams,
what would people do?"
ResQ Me! Sampler--NEW!!
“Hey, Lynn,” Kevin says as he walks down the stairs. “Why don’t we go do something today?”
“I want to make sure he leaves before we do anything,” she answers while he joins her on the couch.
“We can’t let him dictate our actions. We need to make him think we don’t know that he’s here. So we need to go about our business as if he isn’t here.”
“I’m sure he knows we’re here,” she replies paying more attention to what’s going on outside than to what’s being said to her.
“Of course he knows we’re here,” he affirms. “We need him to think we don’t know he’s here. We need to go out shopping for groceries, dining at restaurants and any other thing that would get us out of this house…all the while watching our backs to see if he follows us.”
“I don’t know, Kev.”
“Come on, let’s go get some groceries…I’m starving.”
She reluctantly goes with him to the local market. Uneasiness sits in the pit of her stomach and causes a nauseating feeling. She can’t shake the sensation that she’s being watched and keeps looking back to see if somebody is behind her. Kevin notices her behavior and encourages her to relax and to “stop acting so obvious.” He then instructs her to push the cart so he can load food into it and periodically, yet inconspicuously, look behind her to see who is there.
After several attempts at trying to find someone, he is unable to locate any suspicious person and gives up. Still feeling uneasy about being out, she insists that they pay for the products they have and get back to the house. She complains for several more minutes while he finishes shopping for the groceries on his mental list.
Her uneasy feeling subsides once they pull into her garage and park the car and she subconsciously releases a relieving sigh. Kevin gets out first after opening the trunk to retrieve some bags of groceries. Lynnda follows suit and when she leans into the trunk to get a heavy sack of potatoes, she feels a forceful grip around the back of her neck pulling her away from the car.
“Where is she?” Michael growls while turning her to face him.
“Who?” She inquires innocently.
“Don’t fuck with me, Lynnda,” he snaps. “Tell me where she is now.”
“She’s not here. I don’t know where she is.” She trembles inside, but keeps her cool composure. She isn’t lying. She honestly doesn’t know Mary’s current location.
He points the tip of his knife in her neck at the base of her jaw indicating he will make no hesitation to slice it open.
“I swear to you. I have no idea where she is.”
“Where’s your brother?” he asks nodding in the direction of his house.
“He took his family on vacation. To the Bahamas…or some Caribbean island,” she lies.
“Then you won’t mind letting me in, so I can see for myself.”
Kevin enters the garage unaware of the situation Lynnda is in. He unintentionally distracts Michael for a split second.
And that is all she needs.
Lynnda immediately un-holsters her gun, grabs Michael’s hair and jams the barrel of the gun under his jaw then barks, “Listen here you son-of-a-bitch. I’ll put a bullet in your brain faster than you can slice my neck. I don’t have your damn girlfriend. I don’t know where she is. You better leave me and my family alone or so help me…I’ll kill you.”
Kevin draws his gun and points it at the evil man. Lynnda releases Michael’s hair and knocks the knife away from her neck. She pulls the hammer on her gun back and growls, “Get out of here.”
Michael slowly backs away realizing he is out numbered and knowing there is nothing more he can do. Lynnda and Kevin keep their guns pointed at him until he is out of sight. She looks at him and says with sarcasm, “Thanks…I knew there was a reason I didn’t want to go out today.”
“I want to make sure he leaves before we do anything,” she answers while he joins her on the couch.
“We can’t let him dictate our actions. We need to make him think we don’t know that he’s here. So we need to go about our business as if he isn’t here.”
“I’m sure he knows we’re here,” she replies paying more attention to what’s going on outside than to what’s being said to her.
“Of course he knows we’re here,” he affirms. “We need him to think we don’t know he’s here. We need to go out shopping for groceries, dining at restaurants and any other thing that would get us out of this house…all the while watching our backs to see if he follows us.”
“I don’t know, Kev.”
“Come on, let’s go get some groceries…I’m starving.”
She reluctantly goes with him to the local market. Uneasiness sits in the pit of her stomach and causes a nauseating feeling. She can’t shake the sensation that she’s being watched and keeps looking back to see if somebody is behind her. Kevin notices her behavior and encourages her to relax and to “stop acting so obvious.” He then instructs her to push the cart so he can load food into it and periodically, yet inconspicuously, look behind her to see who is there.
After several attempts at trying to find someone, he is unable to locate any suspicious person and gives up. Still feeling uneasy about being out, she insists that they pay for the products they have and get back to the house. She complains for several more minutes while he finishes shopping for the groceries on his mental list.
Her uneasy feeling subsides once they pull into her garage and park the car and she subconsciously releases a relieving sigh. Kevin gets out first after opening the trunk to retrieve some bags of groceries. Lynnda follows suit and when she leans into the trunk to get a heavy sack of potatoes, she feels a forceful grip around the back of her neck pulling her away from the car.
“Where is she?” Michael growls while turning her to face him.
“Who?” She inquires innocently.
“Don’t fuck with me, Lynnda,” he snaps. “Tell me where she is now.”
“She’s not here. I don’t know where she is.” She trembles inside, but keeps her cool composure. She isn’t lying. She honestly doesn’t know Mary’s current location.
He points the tip of his knife in her neck at the base of her jaw indicating he will make no hesitation to slice it open.
“I swear to you. I have no idea where she is.”
“Where’s your brother?” he asks nodding in the direction of his house.
“He took his family on vacation. To the Bahamas…or some Caribbean island,” she lies.
“Then you won’t mind letting me in, so I can see for myself.”
Kevin enters the garage unaware of the situation Lynnda is in. He unintentionally distracts Michael for a split second.
And that is all she needs.
Lynnda immediately un-holsters her gun, grabs Michael’s hair and jams the barrel of the gun under his jaw then barks, “Listen here you son-of-a-bitch. I’ll put a bullet in your brain faster than you can slice my neck. I don’t have your damn girlfriend. I don’t know where she is. You better leave me and my family alone or so help me…I’ll kill you.”
Kevin draws his gun and points it at the evil man. Lynnda releases Michael’s hair and knocks the knife away from her neck. She pulls the hammer on her gun back and growls, “Get out of here.”
Michael slowly backs away realizing he is out numbered and knowing there is nothing more he can do. Lynnda and Kevin keep their guns pointed at him until he is out of sight. She looks at him and says with sarcasm, “Thanks…I knew there was a reason I didn’t want to go out today.”
ResQ Me! sampler
She slips into tight fitting low-rise jeans with flared legs, a red spaghetti strap top and a white blouse. She leaves the blouse unbuttoned to show the red top and rolls up the sleeves to her mid-forearm. She puts a zigzag part in her curly brown hair then twists it up and holds it in place with a clip. She slips her right foot into a loose fitting white skater shoe…then the left one. She tucks the laces under the tongue of each shoe then readjusts her pant legs to flow over the shoes, gives herself one final check in the wardrobe mirror and exits the bedroom to meet the love of her life.
Mary and Ryan take a nice long stroll around a small lake in a park. They walk hand in hand as they watch the mallard ducks, coots and Canadian geese swimming on the lake while involving themselves in a lengthy conversation. He opens a small bag of potato chips he brought to feed the ducks and they continue walking around the lake to find a ‘fowl free’ area to lay a blanket down for a romantic picnic.
She sits comfortably on the blanket before being nuzzled by Ryan, and starts off their lunch with pâté de foie gras on rosemary cracked wheat wafers, Port Salut and Belgian dark chocolate on a plain water cracker and since she does not drink alcohol, a wine glass filled with delicious sparkling apple cider.
He rests his right arm over her shoulders as she holds up a cracker with pâté for him to taste. He nibbles on her ear as she makes another cracker for him with Port Salut and chocolate. He takes a bite and approves of her choice. He takes the remaining cracker from her and feeds it to her. She sips her cider to help it down.
When the timing is right, she pulls out grilled chicken Panini sandwiches that are garnished with sliced roma tomatoes, arugula, honey mustard and an olive paste. Ryan is amazed with her food selection. He fell in love with a woman who not only loves sports, but also knows her foods.
After eating, Ryan lies down on his back and allows his food to digest. Mary lays on her side to snuggle up to him. She sneaks a tender, soft kiss that quickly turns into a passionate one. She lightly brushes her fingertips over his face and admires his handsomeness. She stares lovingly into his eyes as she listens to the birds chirping, ducks quacking and the stream trickling nearby. She relaxes and focuses on them before closing her eyes and momentarily falling into a light sleep; the sounds are new to her because she is able to hear them. They are not drowned out by many vehicles passing by or by the blaring of sirens.
She opens her eyes to enjoy the beautiful green foliage around them and the big beautiful blue sky that Montana is so famous for. She tells him how jealous she is of him for having scenery this beautiful so close to home. Where she lives in California, everything is brown; multi shades of brown. The mountains and hills are brown. The ground is a lighter shade of brown and the businesses and houses being built are, for some reason, being painted in many different brown tones.
The sky is blue, but with all the growth in her area, it will soon be filled with smog and become, yet, another shade of brown. There are, however, very few brown cars in her area that somewhat offsets the brownness. She loves seeing a multitude of color where Ryan lives. There are many different green colors. The grass is a different shade from the bushes which are a different hue from the leaves of the trees.
There is some brown in the area; where the farmers harvest their crops; where they have tilled their fields to plant more crops; and where the tall grasses are becoming dormant for the season all have different, yet prettier, shades of brown. Everything stands out…a few deer on the side of the road, a herd of antelope in a farmer’s field or even a couple moose in the mountains; she can see them because they do not blend into the similar shades of brown.
“Time for dessert,” the beautiful woman says as she sits up to get into the picnic basket. She removes from it cubes of angel food cake and two bowls; one containing diced Asian pears and the other fresh whole raspberries. She picks up a toothpick and pierces one raspberry and one piece of pear then a cube of cake and carefully places them in his mouth.
“Mmm…tasty,” he says, “but I think it needs chocolate syrup.”
Mary laughs as she disagrees with his suggestion.
He tenderly touches her lips with his then whispers in her ear a suggestive comment about the chocolate syrup causing her to laugh more.
He cannot believe that the woman of his dreams stumbles back into his life after all these years. He was stupid to let her go then and will not let her go again. He loves her. She is his soul mate. He loves her wit…her charm…her beauty. He loves how smart she is and that she knows how and when to use her intellect. He loves her poise, finesse and humor. She is just an all around well-rounded woman. He loves her beautiful brown eyes…her impeccable ivory complexion and her perfect smile revealing a slight dimple on her left cheek. She has an exquisite body and legs that just won’t quit. He is in love with her and wants to spend an eternity with her.
They finish off the day cuddling in Ryan’s bed and enjoy a romantic comedy playing on the television. When it ends, they chat for a while until Mary falls asleep. He holds her tightly, nestles his chin on her shoulder and sleeps there for the rest of the night.
Mary and Ryan take a nice long stroll around a small lake in a park. They walk hand in hand as they watch the mallard ducks, coots and Canadian geese swimming on the lake while involving themselves in a lengthy conversation. He opens a small bag of potato chips he brought to feed the ducks and they continue walking around the lake to find a ‘fowl free’ area to lay a blanket down for a romantic picnic.
She sits comfortably on the blanket before being nuzzled by Ryan, and starts off their lunch with pâté de foie gras on rosemary cracked wheat wafers, Port Salut and Belgian dark chocolate on a plain water cracker and since she does not drink alcohol, a wine glass filled with delicious sparkling apple cider.
He rests his right arm over her shoulders as she holds up a cracker with pâté for him to taste. He nibbles on her ear as she makes another cracker for him with Port Salut and chocolate. He takes a bite and approves of her choice. He takes the remaining cracker from her and feeds it to her. She sips her cider to help it down.
When the timing is right, she pulls out grilled chicken Panini sandwiches that are garnished with sliced roma tomatoes, arugula, honey mustard and an olive paste. Ryan is amazed with her food selection. He fell in love with a woman who not only loves sports, but also knows her foods.
After eating, Ryan lies down on his back and allows his food to digest. Mary lays on her side to snuggle up to him. She sneaks a tender, soft kiss that quickly turns into a passionate one. She lightly brushes her fingertips over his face and admires his handsomeness. She stares lovingly into his eyes as she listens to the birds chirping, ducks quacking and the stream trickling nearby. She relaxes and focuses on them before closing her eyes and momentarily falling into a light sleep; the sounds are new to her because she is able to hear them. They are not drowned out by many vehicles passing by or by the blaring of sirens.
She opens her eyes to enjoy the beautiful green foliage around them and the big beautiful blue sky that Montana is so famous for. She tells him how jealous she is of him for having scenery this beautiful so close to home. Where she lives in California, everything is brown; multi shades of brown. The mountains and hills are brown. The ground is a lighter shade of brown and the businesses and houses being built are, for some reason, being painted in many different brown tones.
The sky is blue, but with all the growth in her area, it will soon be filled with smog and become, yet, another shade of brown. There are, however, very few brown cars in her area that somewhat offsets the brownness. She loves seeing a multitude of color where Ryan lives. There are many different green colors. The grass is a different shade from the bushes which are a different hue from the leaves of the trees.
There is some brown in the area; where the farmers harvest their crops; where they have tilled their fields to plant more crops; and where the tall grasses are becoming dormant for the season all have different, yet prettier, shades of brown. Everything stands out…a few deer on the side of the road, a herd of antelope in a farmer’s field or even a couple moose in the mountains; she can see them because they do not blend into the similar shades of brown.
“Time for dessert,” the beautiful woman says as she sits up to get into the picnic basket. She removes from it cubes of angel food cake and two bowls; one containing diced Asian pears and the other fresh whole raspberries. She picks up a toothpick and pierces one raspberry and one piece of pear then a cube of cake and carefully places them in his mouth.
“Mmm…tasty,” he says, “but I think it needs chocolate syrup.”
Mary laughs as she disagrees with his suggestion.
He tenderly touches her lips with his then whispers in her ear a suggestive comment about the chocolate syrup causing her to laugh more.
He cannot believe that the woman of his dreams stumbles back into his life after all these years. He was stupid to let her go then and will not let her go again. He loves her. She is his soul mate. He loves her wit…her charm…her beauty. He loves how smart she is and that she knows how and when to use her intellect. He loves her poise, finesse and humor. She is just an all around well-rounded woman. He loves her beautiful brown eyes…her impeccable ivory complexion and her perfect smile revealing a slight dimple on her left cheek. She has an exquisite body and legs that just won’t quit. He is in love with her and wants to spend an eternity with her.
They finish off the day cuddling in Ryan’s bed and enjoy a romantic comedy playing on the television. When it ends, they chat for a while until Mary falls asleep. He holds her tightly, nestles his chin on her shoulder and sleeps there for the rest of the night.
Monday, September 21, 2009
A little about ResQ Me!
"ResQ Me!" is my baby. I have nursed it for the past 20+ years. Lynnda formed in my head when I was the tender age of 13. Soon followed Lynnda's brother, Ryan, at age 14, and then Mary at 16.
Originally, I wrote "ResQ Me!" under the title "Dilemmas" when I was 17. After it was completed, at age 18, I jumped right in and completed "More Dilemmas" when I was 19. Fortunately, "Dilemmas" got lost in a move and has given me an opportunity to recreate it .
After many, many years of re-working the details of the plot and enhancing character qualities, I believe I have finally perfected it. It is designed to be a quick read with plenty of dialogue. "ResQ Me!" is a Romantic Thriller/Suspense and is NOT for the faint of heart.
I am currently in the process of locating a publisher that will put it in print. I am excited to finally make my dream come true as this novel progresses. While I'm waiting for that to happen, I will post updates and another sample along with the description. Also, I am working on a prequel to "ResQ Me!"
Thank you for your support and interest.
Sincerely,
Vanessa Hyde-Parker
Originally, I wrote "ResQ Me!" under the title "Dilemmas" when I was 17. After it was completed, at age 18, I jumped right in and completed "More Dilemmas" when I was 19. Fortunately, "Dilemmas" got lost in a move and has given me an opportunity to recreate it .
After many, many years of re-working the details of the plot and enhancing character qualities, I believe I have finally perfected it. It is designed to be a quick read with plenty of dialogue. "ResQ Me!" is a Romantic Thriller/Suspense and is NOT for the faint of heart.
I am currently in the process of locating a publisher that will put it in print. I am excited to finally make my dream come true as this novel progresses. While I'm waiting for that to happen, I will post updates and another sample along with the description. Also, I am working on a prequel to "ResQ Me!"
Thank you for your support and interest.
Sincerely,
Vanessa Hyde-Parker
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WELCOME. I am Vanessa Hyde-Parker. Here is where I will submit samples of my work. Caution, some posts will not be for the faint of heart.
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