Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
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Wednesday, November 27, 2013
©Sheilagh Lee November 27, 2013
This is an out of an focus pic (sorry best I could fix) of Sam and I
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Chapter 1 - Survival
The rain pelted down on me, as I struggled to come to my senses. My head felt like it had split in two, as if little lumberjacks had taken up residence. I opened one eye. The world spun sideways like a ride at the fair. I tried shutting one eye, then the other. I nearly fell back to sleep. I opened my eyes again, fighting the sleep which wanted to overtake me. I shuttered my eyes again, as my stomach protested. My whole body manipulated, bruised, bent and broken like some old rag doll discarded.
Sleep...sleep would solve my problems, my brain protested. No! I had a reason I needed to stay awake and alert...A little sleep, a part of me protested again. No, I must stay conscious. But I remained so tired. I dragged myself across the pebbled ground. My right leg stuck out at an impossible angle, obviously broken. I saw by lifting my heard slightly and turning it that there appeared to be a road up ahead. I had to get to the road. If I dragged myself that far, surely I would be rescued?
But it was oh so hard, to drag yourself backwards, when you couldn’t perceive where you were going. Oh no, what if he came back. He would finish me off...finish what he had started.
He who? Who was this person, who left me to die? Why couldn’t I remember? Don’t panic… the thing to do is right now is to reach help; then and only then would I be safe. I caressed large pieces of gravel which cut into the back of my head. I sensed I was close to the road. I reached out with my good hand and touched a paved surface. I knew I didn’t have much strength left. I experienced the energy drain quickly leaving my body. I tried to fight the drain, but the world faded to black.
Friday, November 15, 2013
My mother had a hard life, with not a lot of money and a lot of strife but she never let anything get her down.She was always there if you needed a smile or a little bit of cheer. Though as I said we never had a lot of money growing up she always found something whether it be food clothing or funds to help someone who needed it. As she put it they needed it more than we did. The greatest, most patient teacher, I ever had was my mother who taught me to read and how to do fractions and other math equations.
Her heart as big as the ocean, her kindness knew no bounds and we still have people with no blood ties that we consider family just because mom had them stay with us when they had trouble at home. Our friends were always welcome and they'd even go to her for advice.
When ever I needed her she was there even if she struggled health wise herself. I know everyone says they had the best mother in the world but we really did.
©Sheilagh Lee November 15, 2013
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We invested our money in different stocks and bonds, locomotives being a prominent one and lived comfortably in the mansion. The neighbours all thinking, we were the idle rich.