Dear Readers

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, February 10, 2016

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares- Part 29

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares- Part 29

Backbone, noun: spine, spinal column, vertebral column, vertebrae; back, mainstay, cornerstone, foundation, chief support, buttress, pillar, tower of strength, strength of character, strength of will, firmness, resolution, resolve, determination, fortitude, pluck, pluckiness, nerve, courage, mettle, spirit, moral fiber, guts, spunk, grit, true grit.
Cheapen, verb: demean, debase, degrade, lower, humble, devalue, abase, discredit, disgrace, dishonor, shame, humiliate, mortify, prostitute, reduce, lower (in price), cut, mark down, discount, slash.
Dangle, verb: hang (down), droop, swing, sway, wave, trail, stream, wave, swing, jiggle, brandish, flourish, offer, hold out; entice someone with, tempt someone with.



Nightmares- Part 29


   At the mall Lena and I tried on a lot of coats, lucky for us they were on sale for the Canadian prizes were a lot higher probably due to their lower dollar. Then I realized that because we were using Gregor’s credit card the dollars were American and we weren’t spending as much as I thought.  Lena and I laughed when we both came out of the dressing room with the same coat on and both of us wanted to buy it. I ended up getting the red version of the mid length down-filled coat and Lena the black. It had a nice fur lined hood as well.












     They were $700 Canadian at the Hudson Bay store; which I thought that was pricey but Lena didn’t even balk. We then bought Canadian Olympic mittens and matching hats. The hats had braids that dangled on each side. Lena jokingly asked if we were being traitors for buying Canadian ones. I just laughed. We had fun shopping; it was like we hadn’t been separated or kidnapped. We were attuned to each other and truly felt like we were sisters.  We met up with Gregor. Gregor had bought some canvases and some paints which he stored in the car and then we had dinner at the restaurant in the mall.

    Apparently Gregor and I monopolized the conversation in between bites because Lena whispered, “You two should get a room.”
“Lena!!” I cried outraged and blushed.
“You’re good together. I’d like my best friend and my sister to be happy,” Lena replied smiling at us both.
“Don’t push her Lena; you'll cheapen this. Katerina needs to get to know me before she loves me,” Gregor quipped his delightful dimples showing.
“Don’t you push it buster,” I commented.
“We didn’t buy any skates for the rink at the end of the street,” Lena complained.
“They’re is two pairs in your sizes in the basement and a pair of men’s skates my side,” Gregor said.
“How do you know that? It’s not your house,” Lena asked.
“I was engaged to Lila years ago, bit we both broke it off. We knew that we just wanted to be married and we weren’t in love.”
“You’re very fickle, Gregor...first me then Laila now Katerina? Why should I trust you with my sister?”
“Lena I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about your sister. The first time I saw her I felt knocked off my feet. My backbone tightened and I wanted to be a better man for her. The whole tilted and when it up-righted again the colours were more vibrant, more beautiful to the eye and they’re in front of me, the most stunning woman I’d ever seen.”
“But Katerina looks just like me were identical twins,” Lena protested.
“To everyone else you may look identical and you are both beautiful but I see Katerina’s soul in her eyes and it is glorious,” Gregor replied.
I was flattered beyond belief that he could describe me this way, but Lena put a damper on that when she said, “Next he’ll start waxing poetry. You have to remember Katerina that Gregor is a romantic soul with the heart of an artist and he doesn’t always mean everything he says.”
“With Katerina I do. I mean every word,” Gregor insisted.

      We grabbed the skates from the basement when we reached Laila’s house and went to the skating rink at the end of the street.  The rink was full of lots of people and Alicia welcomed us offering us hot chocolate.

      We had fun skating and chatting with the residents of the street. Gregor broke the rule though and took out his cell phone to snap Lena and I skating. Alicia scolded him and then took him back to the house so he could leave his cellphone there.

     Soon after a tall man over six feet tall, his hair short, dark and wavy with a touch of grey at his temples and around his ears began to stare at Lena and I. at first I wasn’t alarmed I assumed it was natural curiosity, after all we were first of all strangers and second identical twins. But then it seemed like his blue eyes were like heat seeking missiles and I could take it no more. I asked pointing behind me, “That guy is staring at us!”
“What guy?” asked Lena looking around.
“The guy who looks about fifty or sixty years old with the black wavy graying hair and the blue eye,” I said.
“I don’t see anyone like that are you sure you’re not imaging this?” asked Lena

     I looked around and didn’t see him it was like he vanished into thin air. Gregor still hadn’t come back although Alicia had so we said our goodbyes and walked back to the house. Lena went into the house first and removed her boots and coat and went into the living room. As I attempted to remove my boots I heard her gasp and I kicked off my boots and ran into the living room. Gregor was tied and gagged and siting in a wooden chair, beside him with a gun pointed at him was a man. The man I saw at the skating rink; the one  about fifty or sixty years old with the black wavy graying hair and the blue eyes. The man stared intently at Lena.
Lena asked calmly, “Why did you tie Gregor up?”
“Because he kidnapped you,” the man answered.
I thought we should be running to the police; but Lena didn’t seem to even be truly fazed by any of this. She just continued to calmly speak with the man.
“He didn’t kidnap us he rescued us,” Lena insisted.
“Lena we have to go,” I whispered.

The man didn’t say a word but smiled at Lena and just began to untie Gregor. Then suddenly he noticed me and stared at me his mouth open in surprise. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and he looked at me with wonder.

“Who is this man?” I asked.
“Katerina meet our father, Petros Panagiotopoulos.”

©Sheilagh Lee February 10, 2016

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares- Part 28

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares- Part 28

Tearful, adjective: crying or inclined to cry, causing tears; sad or emotional.
Unsteady, adjective: liable to fall or shake; not firm, not uniform or regular.
Abrasive, adjective: (of a substance or material) capable of polishing or cleaning a hard surface by rubbing or grinding, tending to rub or graze the skin, (of a person or manner) showing little concern for the feelings of others; harsh; noun: a substance used for grinding, polishing, or cleaning a hard surface.



Nightmares- Part 28

I awoke to Gregor’s lips on mine and then when I was fully awake him asking, “Did you miss me, Katerina?

I followed that up with a slap across his face.

“Go sit over there and tell me why you’re here,”
“That’s a bit abrasive isn’t it? Aren’t you just a teeny bit glad to see me?”
“No! Where’s Liam? Hiding in the bushes?” I quipped.
“Actually Liam doesn’t know where I am.”
“You didn’t tell him?”
“I told him I would check out a lead on you two, but I never promised that I tell him when I did,” Gregor admitted.
“You do care about me!” I said surprised.
“I thought I was crazy in love with Lena for years, but when I met you I realized that I had been waiting for you all these years.”
“You’ve known me what a couple of months? That’s not long enough to fall madly in love with me,” I protested.
“My family has a long history of meeting and falling in love with their truest love at first sight. Every male in my family does that. My father met fell in love instantly with my mother and married her after two weeks.”
“Hmm...this girl takes longer than that to fall in love,” I commented.
 “But you do like me?” he asked.
“Yes, I guess you’re growing on me,” I admitted.
“That’s another thing Antonopoulos man are good at... wearing the objections of our affections down until they can’t live without us.”
“You’re too funny, now let me up. I’m hungry. So what is dear Liam up to anyway?”
“Liam investigates that Doctor Krushk, you both mentioned. He’s looking for any prior complains of malpractice and malfeasance. He also hired an investigator to check out the reports on your mother and step-father’s death’s.”
“Wow, he’s been busy.”
“Liam told me that he’s been able to prove that your neighbours have been spying on you and your family on your grandfather’s pay role for years.”
“Uncle Billy?”
“Yes, and his mother Mrs. Appleton also one Karl Christopher.”
“He has to be mistaken. Karl Christopher has his own business a locksmith business and his daughter Melanie has been my best friend since I was four years old,” I blurted, tearfully.
“I’m sorry Katerina. Karl Christopher’s business was started by money given to him seventeen years ago by your grandfather. His real name is Karl Christopherson and before he came to your neighbourhood he worked odd jobs for your grandfather.”
“You’re saying Melanie was never my friend that she and her family have been spying on me for years?”
“I doubt your friend even knew. Her father spied on you; but the guy was in a tough spot when he took the job from your grandfather, His wife had died and his in-laws were trying to say he was unfit to raise her simply because he didn’t make a lot of money and he worried about losing his kid.”
“And that excuses his spying?”
“No, but has the guy ever really hurt you? Liam doesn’t think he knew about the murder of your mother or step-father.”
“Mr. Christopher has always been nice to me and he did change the locks on my house to protect me.”
“That doesn’t mean you should share anything with your friend, Melanie for awhile because she might tell her daddy and he would definitely share the information with your grandfather.”

“Katerina? I heard voices. Are you okay?” Lena asked knocking on the bedroom door.
Before I could answer she barged in.
“You found us Gregor? I should have known. We have the same friend in Laila, of course she told you about her house. Where’s that rotter Liam?”
“Liam isn’t here,” I answered.
“He isn’t?” Lena said looking unsteady on her feet; she sounding disappointed, then pulling her chin up she covered, “Well good, that’s good. You didn’t fink on us Gregor.”
“No, but Liam is a hound dog and he really likes you Lena he’s bound to find us,” Gregor answered.
“Maybe we’ll have a few days without him to get to the bottom of all this,” Lena answered.

The doorbell rang and Lena rushed to answer it, checking the peephole she unbolted the door and opened it to Alicia holding a bag of groceries.

“Here’s some food and the change from your money. If you three are interested there’s a winter carnival on the street. We’ll have dancing, beer and food to celebrate Groundhog Day. Don’t worry you have to live on the street to participate and there are no cameras or cell phone pics allowed.”
“Let’s go it might be fun,” Lena said turning to us.

I just shook my head in agreement and wondered if I had enough warm clothes to participate.

Lena must have been thinking the same thing for after she said goodbye to Alicia at the door and thanked her she commented, “I’m glad you’re here Gregor. You can drive us to the mall, after we get dressed; we have some shopping to do. Oh wait a minute neither of us can access our money. If we use a bank account or credit card grandfather will find us.”
“Lucky for you there is a really great art supply store at the mall and your grandfather isn’t looking for me. I’ll go to the art supply store while you two shop with my platinum card.”
“Art store?” I asked.
“She doesn’t know?” Lena said shocked and looking at Gregor.
“Know what?”
“Gregor’s a famous artist.”
“You paint landscapes?” I asked, which made Lena roll on the floor laughing.
“Gregor is known for his portraits. He makes people come alive with traits they didn’t even know they had. One of his portraits of the Queen of England has been singled out as exceptional life like. You should see his painting of me. He makes me look intelligent and captivating at the same time.”
Gregor smiled and said, “Okay, I’ll spring for breakfast too; if you’ll quit talking about my hobby.”
“Hobby? Gregor it’s a talent and you know it. Your paintings go for lots of money.”
“I want to get going, shall we go?” Gregor said sounding embarrassed.
“Let’s go,” Lena said.
To be continued
©Sheilagh Lee February 3, 2016

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Excerpt from A Penny Saved a Murder Earned


Excerpt from A Penny Saved a Murder Earned available in kindle and (paperback soon)

Chapter 1  - Bloody Shoes


“A penny saved is a penny earned” ~ Benjamin Franklin
The blood streaked across the floor, but he had carefully sidestepped it. Stupid bitch! She got what she deserved. How dare she defile his Angel’s property? He hadn’t left a trace...had he? No, he was too clever by half.

 “I didn’t spot you entering. Working late? You have an early opening tomorrow.” A voice he didn’t recognize interrupted his thoughts.

“Wait a minute, you aren’t the lady. Who are you? You shouldn’t be here,” the man continued clearly alarmed.

“You shouldn’t be here either,” the murderer insisted.

“You killed Megan. I’m telling.”

“This was something you shouldn’t be allowed to see.”

“I’m leaving. I didn’t notice anything,” the man lied, witnessing the blood.

“I’m sorry pal. Wrong place, wrong time!” the killer answered.

The homeless man ran dodging racks, finally deciding to hide behind some shelving. The killer ran after him, puzzled for a moment because he could see no trace of the homeless person. The murderer then laughed, as he realized how foolish the vagrant was being, his stench gave him away. He subdued the man with a Taser gun. Waiting seconds he then pulled him from his hiding place. Taking ties from within his pocket; he fastened the man’s arms and feet. Satisfied that the homeless person was now trussed up like a turkey, he smiled.

 “Please! I don’t want to die!” the man cried, visibly sweating and starting to shake.


The man tried to kick out his legs and arms but failed, “You’ve heard about fate? Well sorry but this is your fate, buddy!” the murderer explained.

“Please! Couldn’t you let me go? I won’t tell! I’ll move to another city. Besides who would listen to a homeless man?”

“Someone would. My Angel would.”

The homeless man then smiled as if to gain trust from this killer, “You won’t hurt the lady who owns the store, will you?” he asked.

“I would never harm my Angel. How dare you?” the killer responded outraged.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to insult you! Please just let me go....”

“What is your name?”

“My name is Al.”

The killer put his gloves back on and smoothed them and then turned his back on his victim.

“You’re going to kill me now. Aren’t you? Just don’t harm the sweet lady who owns this store. Will it hurt?” the man asked resigned.

“I would never hurt my Angel. She is sweet isn’t she? Unfortunately that makes unscrupulous people take advantage of her.”

“I promise I would never take advantage of her kindness.”

“I know you wouldn’t and it hurts me to do this. Tell you what though, I’ll make your death painless because I like you, Al,” the killer offered, feeling suddenly sorry for the man. Then he checked himself.

 Living on the streets was hell; maybe he was doing the guy a favour? Yes, of course he was. Taking a pill bottle out of his pocket and opening the dispenser, he placed some in a coffee cup he took from the sideboard.
Then he filled the cup with the tepid coffee from the coffee pot, stirring the pills in rapidly.

 “Please couldn’t you let me go? I won’t tell and I’ll watch over her when you’re not here.”

“Sorry, times up, Al. Here now, drink this coffee,” the assassin commanded placing the mug at Al’s lips.

 Al tried not to drink and spit some of the coffee out, but the assassin plugged his nose and the cup was soon empty.

 “Admit it Al, you had a crappy life. Just give in and go to the light. I hear good things wait there for people like you,” the killer stated.

Al tried to fight some more, but he soon found it was losing battle. Al’s breathing slowed as he slipped into a deep sleep and stopped breathing altogether. His age and living on the streets made the pills work fast.



Now what to do with the body? The killer thought. His Angel must not find this man here, bad enough he left Megan’s body here for his Angel to find. This man knew his Angel; she cared, so like her to look after the homeless. The dumpster of course! The day after tomorrow was garbage day. Covered in garbage no one would find Al.

©Sheilagh Lee January 9, 2016

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Friday, December 18, 2015

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate

Merry Christmas



May your troubles be few and may you enjoy great company

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Three Word Wednesday -Sean the Leprechaun~ A Christmas Story

I was going across some of my beloved mother's papers yesterday, (the first time since she died) and I found a surprising thing she too had written about the Christmas that stuck in my mind when I was young. I think it's my Christmas present from her and now you can read it.My story is included in my new paperback and e-book Visions of Sugarplums. http://amzn.to/1ROfgLL






In the story  she wrote of my imaginative nature;  she also included details I forgot.  It  did happen as she wrote them (in true fact I love her story)so I am going to give you another Christmas treat and post my mother's story for you. The only change to her writing? The Three Word Wednesday words included. The twist? It begins with a leprechaun. Yes, you read that right. Read on and enjoy. 



Three Word Wednesday -Sean the Leprechaun~ A Christmas Story


Savage, adjective: (of an animal or force of nature) fierce, violent, and uncontrolled, cruel and vicious; aggressively hostile, (chiefly in historical or literary contexts) primitive; uncivilized, (of a place) wild-looking and inhospitable; uncultivated, (of something bad or negative) very great; severe; noun: (chiefly in historical or literary contexts) a member of a people regarded as primitive and uncivilized, a brutal or vicious person; verb: (especially of a dog or wild animal) attack ferociously and maul, subject to a vicious verbal attack; criticize brutally.
Tense, adjective: (especially of a muscle or someone's body) stretched tight or rigid, (of a person) unable to relax because of nervousness, anxiety, or stimulation, (of a situation, event, etc.) causing or showing anxiety and nervousness; verb: become tense, typically through anxiety or nervousness, [with object] make (a muscle or one's body) tight or rigid.
Vengeful, adjective: seeking to harm someone in return for a perceived injury.

Sean the Leprechaun~ A Christmas Story

             Sean was leprechaun. Actually to be completely honest he was just a stuffed doll. He’d been in the family for years and the children had never been allowed to play with him. He was hung in the window by a safety pin through his hat. Because of the children’s love of fairy tales over the years many tales had been made about him consequently the children began to believe he was a real leprechaun. In appearance he was quite ugly; about twelve inches tall; had long spindly legs, a sharp pointed nose and a tense disfigured face that had aged and discoloured to an ugly mahogany.

         For some unknown reason every time something bad was going to happen we would find him turned inward. I always blamed it on air currents but the children insisted he was warning us and that the pin hurt. Sean had tried to warn us when we travelled out to British Columbia that something was wrong by turning around in the car window and then we’d blown a tire. After that he also turned around when the car almost went over a cliff. My oldest son joked that the leprechaun was vengeful and the younger kids believed him.

            My husband insisted that the leprechaun wasn’t warning us Sean wasn’t vengeful or a savage, but a doll. That the tire had just blown and he’d made a mistake in geography getting too close to a cliff; but my young daughter, Sheilagh as she said her prayers that night said ...”and please tell Sean will get him a new suit if the car doesn’t break anymore.”
She then said to me. “We can, can’t we Mommy?” I reassured her we could; then realized he was faded. I promptly forgot about it.

                 Over the next few months we settled in and Sean was installed in the front window with a beautiful view of the mountains but he insisted on facing in. nothing went right the job my husband was offered caused allergic reactions and asthmatic attacks and then the old injury that had caused us to relocate reared again and my husband was hospitalized.

               During a family conference I explained how there wouldn’t be expensive presents and my oldest daughter blurted out to the younger ones there was no Santa and I had to admit that was true. My youngest daughter insisted with the surety of youth a child there was a Santa. That in fact she believed Daddy was sick because I hadn’t made Sean the suit I promised him and then of course she started crying about not getting a Chatty Cathy. She finished all of this with tears flowing down her face.

           The next day I took Sean down from the window and searching throw my scrap cloth and wool box. I found enough to make a new suit.
When the children came home from school they noticed right away that Sean was missing. Wanting to surprise them I told them Santa’s elves had the flu and Sean had gone to help him in return for a new Christmas suit. This made them happy and reaffirmed their belief in Santa. Even though they somehow understood even Santa didn’t have a lot of money either. They not only accept this idea but demanded bedtime stories of Sean and Santa.

         That Saturday I turned on a Santa television program for them and imagine my surprise when I heard Santa say,” All my elves are down with the flu and my friend Sean has come to help me.”
The camera panned to a doll that was the spitting imagine of Sean.
Muttering “I don’t believe it I went upstairs to look for Sean in my scrap basket. I took everything out piece by piece but I couldn’t find Sean. Following a sleepless night after sending the children to school I wondered where I could have lost him. I searched again and found Sean under a sock that needed darning. How I missed him the first second and gazillion time I don’t know.

         The next day my husband was released from the hospital came home and getting a licence shot a deer for Christmas dinner even though it hurt him to kill such a magnificent animal. We were happier. there was food for Christmas dinner.
Christmas morning Sean was back where he belonged in the window facing out, in his brand new suit. The doorbell rang at five a.m. and I found gaily wrapped presents outside the front door with the children’s names on them.  There had been a light snowfall overnight but the only tracks were hoof prints and two straight lines like those of a sleigh.

         We all stammered “What? Where? Why? How?”, as we looked  at each other in wonderment at the lack of human footprints and the two long lines where something big had rested.
The parcels were opened and to sounds of delight as it revealed a Chatty Cathy doll cuddled tightly, a pair of figure skates, a Bowie knife and a make-up mirror, a large toy crane and a model airplane.

         I found out later that the toys were supplied by an elderly lady who befriended the neighbourhood children and who had given all the children a Christmas party’ but neither she, nor anyone else could explain the lack of human footprints. Sheilagh was sure that she was Mrs. Santa Claus and had brought Sean back with her and the presents.

        Was Sean really a magical leprechaun? I am no longer sure. some things maybe coincidence but others have no explanation . The only thing I’m sure of its that it was the best Christmas ever.
THE END

I hope you enjoyed my mother's story.  My daughter now has Sean and has promised him another new suit not bad since his last one was so long ago.

Merry Christmas!! Happy Holidays!!

Whatever you celebrate enjoy. I’ll be back here to my blog on December 30th.








Monday, December 14, 2015

Dreams Can Kill & Visions of Sugarplums now available in paperback

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