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, May 25, 2016

Three Word Wednesday - Stray Bullet-Part 1

Three Word Wednesday - Stray Bullet-Part 1

Prompts: Happy-go-lucky, adjective: cheerfully unconcerned about the future.

Ignorant, adjective: lacking knowledge or awareness in general; uneducated or unsophisticated, lacking knowledge, information, or awareness about something in particular, discourteous or rude.

Joyous, adjective: full of happiness and joy.

Stray Bullet-Part 1

      My name is G. Okay, so G. is a short form for my first name and I don't like to talk about my real name; let's just say my parents grew up in the happy-go-lucky seventies and were heavily influenced by the weird names that people gave their children. My first name is unmentionable I don’t talk about it ever!! Really you're better off ignorant. My last name is wait for it ...Bullet...I know a clichéd name if you ever heard one. Honestly, it’s my name. It has been mine my whole life. My last name had raised a few eyebrows can you imagine how many joyous chuckles I’ve gotten so I won't tell you my full name. In order for you to understand its relevance of my last name I’ll have to explain more about my family and their origins.

     My grandfather when escaping persecution in Russia came through at Ellis Island and decided to Anglicizing his name to Bullet; so my dad used that and now I do. What’s that you like to know grandpa’s original name? Well so would I, unfortunately he took that name to his grave leaving no clues behind. But he was great man, a hard working cop. I come from a long line of cops. With a last name like Bullet it tends to earn respect being a cop.

    Grandpa was killed on the job by some backward gangsters bent on destroying one another. My dad swore he never be a cop and went to San Francisco were he promptly fell in love with my mother went to the police academy there and then impregnated my mother.

    After I turned one he decided he needed family and got a job as a cop in the city where his father had served and brothers now served as cops. When he worked there for six months he had planned to send for mom and I and marry her. Unfortunately the first day on the job he ran into a domestic situation and was killed in the line of duty. He hadn’t told his family about my mother or me so we came as a surprise when mother showed up with me for the funeral. When my mother learned she was dying of breast cancer when I was four, dad’s three brothers, James, Bennie, and Alfred also cops, stepped up to raise me . Their younger sister, Louisa was a teacher and starting her career but she found time for me. She made my childhood more normal. My uncles however drove her away by the time I was in my teens she moved to teach in Colorado. I’d visit her in Denver in the summer for two months; the best two months of the year for me.

     Getting back to my uncles they hated my first name as much as I did (sometimes I thought they liked me even less). They also felt that I had come out of nowhere; so they nicknamed me Stray and it stuck; that’s what most of the cops on the force called me. Aunt Louise was the only one who ever called me by my first name. Aunt Louise had recently retired to a small town called Driftwood Colorado and I wished she had been closer especially when I had run into the wall of blue at my job.

   Cut to today I’d just dropped off my three year old daughter with a new sitter. Stella Marie, my daughter seemed okay with the new place and the new sitter; but was I?        Okay so the news sitter was family it was Aunt Louise who was sixty years old and a retired school teacher. Aunt Louise had my back and she'd be a big help with my daughter. She knew what idiots her brothers really were and how they valued their friendships even more than family. Being a single father I needed her more than ever. 

Aunt Louise had urged me to apply for the vacant job of Sheriff after hearing about my troubles as a cop in a suburb of Halton, Illinois. I don’t want to get into those troubles right now. Today was a new day and I decided it was going to be great even if it killed me. Just kidding I was not going to get killed like my dad had on the first day of the job. Nerves were getting to me.

    Sure it was hard settling into a new place for a child. A little voice worried that I had made a mistake; but this was a new start for both of us we should be happy. A month ago I had been offered my dream job, Sheriff of a small municipality in Driftwood, Colorado. Driftwood looked to me like a small town of a hundred people where I’d be happy raising Stella-Marie. The streets were tree-lined; the cookie cutter houses had beautiful floral displays out front. The lawns were immaculate green and lush. Children rode their bikes up and down the streets with no fear of predators or gun play. The people had seemed friendly and warm when I came for my interview for the job. What more could we want? I’d thought.
   I’d done my research; but nothing had prepared me for the men all walking out on me. I stepped into the Sheriff’s car.

   This blue flu wouldn’t do! I knew from the dispatcher that the other cops were not happy with my appointment; but damn it was my first day on the job and they had a duty to serve and protect the citizens of Driftwood.

   How could the four deputies just not show up for the day? Calls to their residences had gone to voice mail so they were even avoiding talking to me. I had to put my foot down hard or the men would never respect my leadership. I’d already faced a wall of blue in my old job; people pulling out the old politics line and drawing in ranks on the thin blue line. I’d wanted a new start to change the harassment I’d faced in my not so fair city over the last three years.

    A bit of a long story which we’ll get into later; but suffice to say the line in blue was put up against me; simply because I stood up to another cop who committed a crime.
Driving down the road to go to my new deputy’s home I grew angry. Hadn’t I been through enough of this crap from the guys in Halton? I had been harassed day and night by those assholes.

    I had to pull myself together anger would not solve this problem. I could show them I was in charge but approachable.  I was an outsider, hired on line. Hell I hadn’t even met any of this guys but I would get along with them they just had to give me a chance. No that sound desperate and I wouldn’t be that anxious. I would be the best Sheriff and boss they ever had.

   I parked the squad car and mounted the wooden steps on the house. I knocked lightly on Deputy Greg Barnes door. No answer. I gave it my best thundering police knock and the door swung open of its own accord. I pulled my service revolver and entered the residence wily. A smell of dead berries and apples entered my nostrils. I felt in my pocket and swished my menthol medicated lip balm under my nose.  

      My adrenaline kicked in and suddenly I felt exhilarated and hyper aware. I followed the putrid odor to a bedroom and found the late Greg Barnes with two bullet wounds to the heart surrounded by a dried rusty brown pool of blood. He’d been there at least two days.

     What the hell? The first day on the job and my deputy is murdered? I needed those other cops that hadn’t come to work today to help me solve this murder.

     I made the call to the Doctor who was on call for autopsies. Then I secured the scene and called in the neighboring counties police force on loan until I could find my police force.
Less than an hour later, I had two officers one of which I sent to retrieve the first officer on my list. Imagine my surprise when he called back to tell me that my other officer was dead too. Two shots to the heart and it looked like the same felon. Was I going to find all my missing officers dead? A quick search of the other residences found all the bachelor cops dead shot the same way. The family men with their families at home were dead too but so were all their family members. They had all been shot with one shot to the head in their beds. They had not stood a chance.

What in the hell was going on?

    The police officers on loan couldn’t continue to investigate this; I only had a temporary loan of their services for today. Even if I wanted to investigate I had to have help.  I needed to call the FBI pronto and I knew just the guy my former partner Gordon Chum.

     I dialed Gordon’s number by heart. He answered on the first ring asking me about the new job and then said he’d speak to his boss and get the okay to bring a team down as soon as possible.

    Meanwhile I was trying to comfort the staff left at station and ducking calls from reporters and residents who were demanding to know what had happened. I took deep soothing breaths Gordon would be here soon we’d get to the bottom of this.

But first I needed to call Aunt Louise and Stella-Marie and hope my daughter wouldn’t get too upset that daddy would not see her until tomorrow at the earliest.

I picked up the phone and called the number by heart no answer. Where could she be I wondered? My question was answered in the next few seconds by my office door swinging open. There my Aunt Louise stood with Stella-Marie. Aunt Louise demanded, “Gunnar is it true? Are they all dead?”
 The next thing that happened was Stella-Marie jumping in my arms and saying “Daddy, I missed you.”

I closed my office door no sense in putting on a show to the remaining troops and I hoped no one had heard my aunt utter my first name.


  ©Sheilagh Lee May 25, 2016

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares- Part 42 - Conclusion

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares- Part 42-Conclusion

Prompts: Enchanting, adjective: delightfully charming or attractive.

Fanatical, adjective: filled with excessive and single-minded zeal, obsessively concerned with something.

Giddy, adjective: having a sensation of whirling and a tendency to fall or stagger; dizzy, disorienting and alarming, but exciting, excitable and frivolous; verb: make (someone) feel excited to the point of disorientation.


Nightmares- Part 42
Conclusion

    Selfishly I thought, good Lena’s settled, but what about me? I had a grandmother but she didn’t live in Pennsylvania. She came often to visit Melanie who was obviously her favorite. She never told me that she was my grandmother before now after all. Now she reached out to Lena instead of me. Did she care anything about me? Good grief!!I was jealous and she had been around me a lot more than Lena. That had to mean something; didn’t it? She’d protected me at a great risk of discovery by grandfather. Of course she cared about me!!

   “Getting back to your Uncle Karl. I want you to know the truth Katrina and Lena. Karl was approached by your grandfather to spy on you since he’d bought a house in the neighbourhood close to yours, Katrina. Helena, Karl’s wife and Melanie’s mother wasn’t the motherly type and she wanted out of the marriage and the responsibilities of motherhood. She hated motherhood and had left either Melanie with the nanny I’d hired, or with Karl. She demanded a huge sum of money that Karl didn’t have. She thought I was a dotty old lady depended upon Karl financially and I never diffused her of the idea because I didn't like her. Oddly enough neither did Karl, tell her.

   “I was prepared to pay her off so she would give Karl custody; but somehow Petros found out about her. I was afraid he knew about Karl but after Karl’s meeting with him I knew he just wanted to use him.  I think Petros may have killed her too; for the poor woman died not shortly after the conversation he had with Karl. I begged Karl to stay away from Petros. I told him Petros was fanatical and dangerous but Karl wanted to protect you and felt pretending to spy and giving Petros details every once in awhile would keep us all safe.
  “So Uncle Karl spied on me?”
  “Yes and when he found out they killed your stepfather and then broke into the house he changed the locks for you. He also told Melanie to keep a closer eye on you though he didn’t tell her you were her cousin, Katrina until today.”
  “See? It’s all good Katerina. We have a grandmother and an uncle who cares about us.” Lena exclaimed sounding giddy, and sensing my former reluctance.

  Why was she so giddy? Of course grandmother was funding her business. For a moment I was jealous again; then I thought so this is what it's like to have a sibling. sometimes you find them enchanting and the next minute you're jealous of the amount of love they get. Good grief, how could I be so petty and shallow?

“I should be angry with all of you but somehow I’m not,” I exclaimed.
“Then you forgive us?” Melanie asked.
“There’s nothing to forgive! I’d like to believe my good genes come from this side of the family and I inherited none of the bad from either Petros,” I answered wishing to smooth things over. After all they were my true family good or bad not my father and grandfather.
“Daddy really isn’t all bad! Grandfather pushed him into it with all his evil deeds. Grandmother wasn't there to protect him!Lena accused,Maybe daddy can get off on an insanity plea,” Lena explained.

  Personally I wasn’t so sure. After all grandmother had said she left when he was eighteen years old. It almost sounded like she blamed grandmother. Poor grandmother, she couldn't leave. Lena was blaming the wrong person. Poor Lena couldn’t believe our father was as bad as our grandfather...perhaps she needed that and I wasn’t ready to take away that from her. I hugged Lena then looked over at Melanie and smiled.

“Even though we're cousins are we still best friends?” Melanie asked.
“Best friends forever!” I stated smiling.
“What about you Katerina? What do you want to do? Do you want to go back to school? You’ve missed an entire year,” grandmother asked.
“I’m transferring to a school in New York if Lena lives there then I want to live there too. I can use the funds my parents left me.”
“Then so am I,” stated Melanie, “I’ve missed my best friend.”
“Neither of you need to leave; if you’ll invest in my grandmother?”
“Invest? Is that a question?”
“I want to move my business to Pennsylvania. That way I can be closer to my sister, my cousin, my grandmother and uncle. I’d like to get to know both of them better.”
“I think that could be arranged.”
“Thank-you giagiá.”
“Parakaló engoní̱.”
“What are they saying?” I whispered to Melanie.
“She said thank you grandmother and she answered back you’re welcome granddaughter."
"We'd like you both. Katerina and Lena... to come and stay with your Uncle Karl, Melanie and I in Pennsylvania. That is if you’d like to get to know me er us?”
“I’d like that,” both Lena and I answered together as if one though.
Grandmother laughed but Melanie looked stunned.
“This is going to take some getting used to. It’s almost like there are two of the same Katerina to me,” Melanie claimed.
“I’d like to get to know you too, cousin. Then you can see I’m a little different from Katie.”
“You call her Katie, too?” Melanie said.
“Sometimes it just slips out,” Lena admitted.
"We can help see to the details of your inheritance from your mother and stepfather over time... if you'd like too, Katerina,”grandmother offered.
"I wish I'd known her,"Lena stated.
"I'm sure we can find some things of mother's that we can both share,"I offered.
"Thank you sis,"Lena replied.
“I’m moving to my artist studio to Pennsylvania too. That is if I can convince you to date me, Katerina?” Gregor said.
“I would like to get to know you better, Gregor. But you do know that I have other priorities right now, getting to know my sister and my grandmother will take awhile so you maybe a little lower on the list,” I answered.
“I’m prepared to accept that,” Gregor replied.

    Andres came back in the room again and grandmother cornered him,“ Now that all the introduction are settled Andres can I take my chicks home to recuperate?”
“All the paperwork is finished. You will be notified about the trial dates for your grandfather and father and you will have to testify,” Andres cautioned.
“So will I see you again?” asked Lena.
“Of course you will I’ve transferred to the Philadelphia office of the FBI. It will mean some commuting but I think we can still date. That is if you’re still interested?”
“I’d like that Andres,” Lena answered.

   As I look out the window of an aircraft, my sister beside me across the aisle my grandmother and Melanie, homeward bound; I don’t know what the future will bring but I do know my life is not the stuff of nightmares anymore. I have family who loves me; granted I still have to get to know them a little better but that will come with time and I have plenty of that. I look at my new family and smile everything will be okay now.

THE END or is it?


©Sheilagh Lee May 18 ,2016

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Today is May 12th - International ME/CFS & FM Awareness Day

      Like a lot of Fibromyalgia, Myalgic Encephalomyelitis  and multi-chemical sensitivity patients, I hate talking about it. I don't want people to think I'm just a complainer, a 'Debbie Downer ' like that SNL character.
Instead I'm surfing the net or watching Netflix, doing things to distract myself while I'm in  pain/and or are tired, and or breathed-in/ ate / or were exposed to something that made me feel sick.  Or all three? The days I do complain are usually my worst days when I feel  I want to scream at the top of my lungs make this pain stop. The word I hate most is CANT. I don't know about others but I like to get things done. It's been hard to realize I have to tell myself you can't do this today; but it's worse telling others that I'm sorry you can't do what they think you should be able to do. Simple trips like going to the grocery store can be hard. Luckily I have a supportive husband who is beginning to understand when I need to leave and go home.
You're saying how's that even possible?

   Have you ever had the flu? Think of your flu at it's worst and double or triple that, sometimes that is my good day. I try hard to appear normal and do normal things like everyone else so we don't often appear sick.
Others who have ME/CFS & FM  cannot even get out of bed/ eat/ or live any type of normal life.  

     Millions of people around the world suffer in silence, we don't want sympathy we just want to be heard.This disease needs research, so they can find the roots of this disease and cure it, for more info on this disease.  http://www.disabled-world.com/health/fibromyalgia/

Fibromyalgia Quick Facts

  • Affects 3 to 5 percent of the general population
  • Occurs in people of all ages, even children
  • Men develop fibromyalgia too, although more women are diagnosed with it
  • Symptoms are chronic but may fluctuate throughout the day
  • Roughly one-quarter of people with fibromyalgia are work-disabled
  • FDA approved the first drug for fibromyalgia in 2007 and more treatments are being developed but most find no relief.





 Top Twelve Fibromyalgia Symptoms    
     

  • Pain all over
  • Fatigue
  • Sleep difficulties
  • Brain fog
  • Morning stiffness
  • Muscle knots, cramping, weakness
  • Digestive disorders
  • Headaches/migraines
  • Balance problems
  • Itchy/burning skin
  • No relief from symptoms
  • Chemical sensitivities
                                                                          





Saturday, May 7, 2016

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Beannacht Lá Fhéile Pádraig -(Happy St. Patrick's Day)


There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
(From an Irish song unknown author)



Madainn mhath
(Good morning)
Feashar math
(Good afternoon)
Oidhche mhath
(Good Evening)


Céad míle fáilte romhat!
(A hundred thousand welcomes)
Dia dhaoibh
(Hello to all)
Is mise Sile
(Sweet Sheilagh is my name)
Go raibh maith agat, a chara ceilidh
(Thank you my friend for visiting and sharing) and
Beannacht Lá Fhéile Pádraig  (Happy St. Patrick's Day)
And
Saol fada chugat
(Long life to you)

Sunday, March 13, 2016

A Penny Saved A Murder Earned now available in paperback at Amazon



A lot of my readers asked me when I would have A Penny Saved A Murder Earned  available in paperback at Amazon; I am pleased to announce the waiting is done it's now available.
Please read an excerpt of the first chapter here http://sheilaghlee.blogspot.ca/2016/01/excerpt-from-penny-saved-murder-earned.html

Lily Kelly, her adopted daughter Rose Brooksfield, her Great-Grandma Katha, and Amelia, her cousin all feel like they are under a curse; but appears to be the work of a serial killer that people around them having been falling like dominos. Amelia’s parents and siblings, Amelia’s husband and son, and Lily’s first husband all have been targeted by a killer. Now as Amelia’s store clerk, a homeless man, Lily’s present husband the Mayor, and Lily’s mother-in law are targeted. Lily and her cousin Amelia, under suspicion by the investigating officer Emmett Rogers, must fight the impulse to blame the curse and get to the bottom of who caused all their woes, before the killer targets them. Buy the book here    http://amzn.to/1RgxBgl

Readers have said this of the first book in The Kelly Murder Mysteries :
~Just finished reading "A Penny Saved A Murder Earned" Excellent read! It had me hooked from the beginning! At several points I didn't want to but it down! S.G. Lee really had me wondering who it really was. Keep up the excellent work! Can't wait to read the next book!~ Lisa Walker

Available soon in paperback (presently only available in e-book form)(the companion piece to A Penny Saved a Murder Earned)~ A Stitch in Time ~ the back story for Emmett Rogers



A Stitch In Time is a prequel to A Penny Saved A Murder Earned. It is the story of Emmett Rogers, in two thousand and four. Emmett is considered a hero for his actions in Afghanistan, but all Emmett wants is to forget the battle there and get on with his life, in his new job as a police officer. However coming home isn't as idyllic as Emmett hoped. His seventeen year old sister is pregnant and his father threw her out, echoing another incident in Emmett’s life. Emmett must fight the battles he now faces on the home front and face his own demons, before he can move on with his new life.





Sunday, February 14, 2016

IN THE COMPANY OF THE DEAD Cover Reveal from author Ciara Ballintyne

IN THE COMPANY OF THE DEAD Cover Reveal

We are pleased to present the cover art for upcoming epic fantasy, In the Company of the Dead.

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Genre: Epic Fantasy/Romantic Fantasy


Release Date: 25 April 2016


Credit is due to the cover artist, Sam Keiser.

About the Book


Only a fool crosses a god, but Ellaeva and Lyram will do anything to get what they want.


Chosen as a five year old orphan to be the Left Hand of Death, Ellaeva has nothing to call her own—nothing except a desire to avenge her murdered parents. Her duties leave her no time to pursue the man responsible, until both her work and revenge lead to the same place—the lonely castle where Lyram Aharris is serving out his exile for striking his prince.


Lyram is third in line for the throne, and when the castle is unexpectedly besieged, he fears his prince means to remove him from contention for the crown permanently. Ellaeva’s arrival brings hope, until she reveals she has not come for the siege, but instead she hunts the castle for a hidden necromancer dedicated to the dark god of decay.


Within their stone prison, Ellaeva and Lyram must fight to save themselves from political machinations and clashing gods. But as the siege lengthens, the greatest threat comes from an unexpected quarter.


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About the Author


Ciara Ballintyne grew up on a steady diet of adult epic fantasy from the age of nine, leaving her with a rather confused outlook on life – she believes the good guys should always win, but knows they often don’t. She is an oxymoron; an idealistic cynic.


She began her first attempts at the craft of writing in 1992, culminating in the publication of her debut work, Confronting the Demon, in 2013. Her first book to be published with Evolved Publishing is In the Company of the Dead.


She holds degrees in law and accounting, and is a practising financial services lawyer. In her spare time, she speculates about taking over the world – how hard can it really be? If she could be anything, she’d choose a dragon, but if she is honest she shares more in common with Dr. Gregory House of House M.D. – both the good and the bad. She is a browncoat, a saltgunner, a Whedonite, a Sherlockian, a Ringer and a Whovian… OK, most major geek fandoms. Her alignment is chaotic good. She is an INTJ.


Ciara lives in Sydney, Australia, with her husband, her two daughters, and a growing menagerie of animals that unfortunately includes no dragons.


Twitter: @CiaraBallintyne


Facebook: http://facebook.com/CiaraBallintyne


Website: http://ciaraballintyne.com