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, August 19, 2015

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares Part 8

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares Part 8

Kneel, verb: be in or assume a position in which the body is supported by a knee or the knees, as when praying or showing submission.

Nasty, adjective: highly unpleasant, especially to the senses; physically nauseating, (of the weather) unpleasantly cold or wet, repugnant to the mind; morally bad, (of a person or animal) behaving in an unpleasant or spiteful way, physically or mentally damaging or harmful.

Purr, adjective: (of a cat) make a low continuous vibratory sound usually expressing contentment, (of a vehicle or engine) move smoothly while making a low vibratory sound, speak in a low soft voice, especially when expressing contentment or acting seductively. 

Nightmares - Part 8

      I awoke disoriented. My head ached, my back ached, heck my whole body felt battered and bruised. I opened one eye and looked around the room and saw white walls and machinery. The bed I lay in had raised metal bars at the side. A curtain was drawn around the bed and a blood pressure cuff tightened and untightening on my arm.  Seconds later, a woman in a pale purple two piece uniform entered through the curtain.

    “Awake now? You’re in the emergency room. You’ve had an accident. We’ll be taken you to a room as soon as one becomes available,” the nurse reassured.
   “Accident?” I enquired puzzled and then it came back to me this was no accident someone had slammed the pantry door on me. “This was no accident! I’m not staying here!!” I stated.
   “A lot of people sleepwalk especially after a death in the family. There’s no shame in it. You’ll stay here and the doctor will explain everything to you,” the nurse soothed.
   “I told you this was no accident and I wasn’t sleepwalking,” I insisted loudly.
  “Now, now, no need to get yourself so excited. You’ve done some damage to your head. You fell down the staircase so it’s really not to surprising that you’re disoriented and you don’t recall what happened,” she continued.
  “I’m going to repeat myself one last time, so listen to me. Someone clobbered me with the pantry door in the kitchen and if they found me and the bottom of the stairs then someone moved me there. Who found me anyway?”
  “I’m not sure dear but whoever it was did you a good turn. They saved your life. Sleepwalking is very dangerous,” the nurse insisted.

    I rolled my eyes at her.  Why wouldn’t she listen to me? She patted my hand told me to rest and left.

   Of course I didn’t rest. The nurse thought I was crazy she was probably calling a shrink right now. I needed to get out of here fast. Not to mention someone had harmed me; they had to be after those papers. My head hurt, and I had double vision if I moved the wrong way; but I needed to get home to find out if those papers and my mother’s diaries were safe.

   The stupid hospital staff thought I had done this sleepwalking. Why? Whoever hit me must have told them I sleepwalked. That narrowed down the list. Could it have been Mrs. Appleton the kindly old neighbour? She was eighty, if she was day. How could she have had the strength to jam that door into me? But who else knew about my sleepwalking? My best friend, Melanie? But she saved me at school. She had been my friend and partner in crime for years, she wouldn’t do this.  But who did that leave? 

    Who else knew about my sleepwalking? Stupid me! Of course anyone who knew me as a child after my mother died. The curtain opened again and Mrs. Appleton walked in.

    “I hope I don’t get in trouble for this but I had to sneak in when I heard those nurses whispering you were awake.
    “How did you know I was here?” I asked suspiciously.

   Maybe I had misjudged Mrs. Appleton; she could have hurt me. She seemed strong enough when she ushered me back in the house. Or she could have been working with someone.

  “The front door was open and I found you at the bottom of the stairs,” Mrs. Appleton answered, “I had to kneel down and check to see of you were breathing.”
  “Why did you come over?” I asked suspiciously.
  “Did you forget I told you that I would bring you fresh baked cookies?” she asked all but purring.
  “Oh, I did forget. I remember you said your son would arrive. Where is he?”
  “My William came he helped me call an ambulance and get you here after you did this sleepwalking again,” she answered.
 “I wasn’t sleepwalking, but please thank him for me,” I answered.
 “Of course you were sleepwalking how else could you have fallen down the nasty stairs?” She insisted, “You can thank William yourself. William can you come in here she gestured with her hands summoning him at the edge of the curtain.

  Seconds later a tall man with broad shoulder dressed in a blue Brooks Brothers suit entered the cubicle.
  “Wait a minute; your son’s name is William?” I puzzled.
  “That fall must have scrambled your brains. You know my William, you’ve called him Uncle Billy for years,” she answered.

   Uncle Billy looked at me and smiled a creepy self-satisfied smile. I trembled with fear and looked around as if to see if anyone else was around that could protect me. He then smiled normally and I wondered if for a moment if I had imagined it. I just wanted them both to go so I closed my eyes and Mrs. Appleton ushered herself and Uncle Billy out. 
To be continued in 2 weeks

©Sheilagh Lee August 19, 2015

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares Part 7

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares Part 7

Prompts:  Enigmatic, adjective: difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious.

Gruesome, adjective: causing repulsion or horror; grisly, (informal) extremely unpleasant.

Irritate, verb: make (someone) annoyed, impatient, or angry, cause inflammation or other discomfort in (a part of the body).

Nightmares - Part 7

    Mrs. Appleton was sweet, but somewhat enigmatic and frankly she was beginning to irritate me. I wanted her to leave so I could go look for the diaries.
  “I’m fine. You are a very good friend and neighbour. Thank-you for all your intentions and trouble,” I answered.
   “My son comes this afternoon and I need to bake some cookies; so I guess it’s time to go,” Mrs. Appleton stated, “I’ll being you a few cookies later. You could do with some fattening up.”

    I walked her to the door and put on the three locks on the front door and back.
I started to think about the safety of the house I didn’t want anyone to enter unless I invited them in. Was the copy of the documents really safe in my bureau? I decided to tape it to the back of the dresser drawer. Maybe I should hire a locksmith to change all the locks so it could only be opened with my key? I googled locksmith on my computer and found one with five star customer rating; calling them they answered and promised to come by five this afternoon. 

   I couldn’t wait. I went into my mother and father’s bedroom and tried to open the floor boards but they wouldn’t budge with my fingernails as my mother had done. I questioned my memory and my dream. It probably been years since the floorboards were raised. Maybe I should get a knife or something to pry them with?
I crept down to the kitchen looking for my dad’s toolbox when I heard the front door open and floorings creaking all the way over to my father’s office.

    I trembled with fear, and thought about someone ushering me to a gruesome death; as I hid in the pantry shutting the door.  Nonsense they wouldn’t  find me here!
I heard the tramp of footsteps heavy and thumping as they came into the kitchen. I listened intently holding my breath hoping whoever it was wouldn’t find me. I heard the kitchen door open and shut and I let out my breath in relief. I then heard pounding on the stairs as they went upstairs to the bedrooms.

    I prayed that whoever it was didn’t know about my mother’s hiding place in her floor and wouldn’t also know that I hid the documents at the back of my dresser or in the back of the toilet tank upstairs. After all who would think to look there?

     I heard the heavy pummeling as they came down the stairs once again. My heart beat faster as I heard them come into the kitchen once again. Pressed up tightly against the pantry door I listened intently only to realize at the last second a piece of the blanket I had around me was jammed in the door. I hoped they wouldn’t see it; but any hope of that went out the window when the door was jammed inwardly at me violently. My head banged on the shelving with a huge cracking sound and my vision blurred. Then I felt myself falling and then heard nothing.

©Sheilagh Lee August 12, 2015

Friday, July 3, 2015

Happy Independence Day Weekend

To my American followers on July 4th, 2014 on the occasion of America's 239th Birthday of  Independence Day

Have a great holiday and enjoy the fireworks 

and enjoy..

Ray Charles singing America The Beautiful

and Mariah Carey singing The Star Spangled Bannner

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Happy Birthday Canada


Canada a mosaic of people
Standing proudly free
The one hundred and forty-eighth birthday
Of confederation 
When we all came together
At first under the flag of Britain 
Then finally to be one under a flag
With a field of red on each side
A red maple leaf
 In a subject of white
In the centre
A symbol of our hearts
We love our country
Its people and traditions
We love the freedom of speech
Movement and freedom to vote

Some days just quietly
Thinking we are Canadian
How we are so lucky
To be in this country
To live strong and free
To enjoy our country
So beautiful far and wide
Riches of nature to behold

We love our symbols such as
The beaver and the moose
Hockey, toques, Timmies coffee
Butter tarts and maple syrup
To name a few
But most of all we love that
We can raise our families
In peace and tranquility
Proudly saying we are

So we raise our flags today
And celebrating proudly our birthday
Happy Canada Day!!
Smiling at our neighbours
Offering thanks to the heavens above
For peace as we
Get together to party
As one

¸¸.•*¨*• ♫♪Oh Canada we stand on guard for thee ♪♫ *¨*.¸¸¸¸
and ¸.•*¨*• ♫♪Happy Birthday♪♫ *¨*.¸¸¸¸.*¨* 

©Sheilagh Lee  July 1, 2015

♡ Happy 148th Birthday Canada! 

July 1st, 2015

This video was made a few years ago by some of my hometown people the song is 'Canadian Please'. I love this video.

Song & video produced by

Julia Bentley & Andrew Gunadie

Monday, May 25, 2015

Birthday Week Giveaway Contest

It's my Birthday Week my birthday is Thursday May 28th and I'm in the mood to celebrate so I'm having a Twitter giveaway contest each day May 25 to May 29 I will ask a question about me or another question with an easy answer (other answers are below) to enter follow me at

and answer the giveaway question the first person to answer each day will receive a copy of one of my e-books. the books are below the answers to the questions I might ask below that in the five facts about me. If you're here and reading this leave me a Blogpost below and I'll put you in a raffle and you might win a e-copy of one of these books.

Christmas is Calling, The Christmas Card , The Christmas Angel

                                                                               A Penny Saved A Murder Earned, A Diller A Dollar A Really Dead Scholar, Betty Blue Lost Her Holiday Shoe



Five facts about me:

1.) My name, Sheilagh comes from Irish Gaelic and means musical or blind. I prefer musical, as I love to sing. My dad always said it was pronounced She-log though I go by Shee-la.
2.) My favourite musical movie is Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
3.) My favourite childhood book was What Katy Did.
4.) My favourite animal is an elephant. I love elephants and collect elephant figurines.
5.)  My writing career was born in grade six when a story about my mother’s talking crow Doc and I won for the junior trophy at my school.

N.B. You can only win once

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

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. We suffer in silence (after all who wants to hear someone complain day after day, that they are in  pain/and or are tired, or breathed-in/ ate / were exposed to something that made them feel sick.  Or all three? The days we complain are usually the worst days when we feel if we don't say anything will explode from the extreme level of pain/or tiredness that feels like it's taking over our every waking moment. stealing our life away. The word we hate to say most CANT. Sooner or later that word is uttered and we hate to say it.
Have you ever had the flu? Think of your flu at it's worst and double or triple that, sometimes that is our good day. We try hard to appear normal and do normal things like everyone else so we don't often appear sick. Others are worse off and can not 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.

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

I wrote this poem about the monster I call Fibro.

The Monster Within

It calls to me, it’s breath blowing
It calls to me, it’s tendrils showing
It calls to me, and speaks in sweet whispers
It calls to me, and shows sweet lures 
Promising if I listen it will subside 
It lies, it lies!!

I give it none. no smile no wave
But it looks at me, as if it can’t behave
I turn my head, acknowledge it not
For life, its battle I have fought

The normal things that others do 
They are not for you
It shouts and screams and screams
But I listen not.

Through distant cries it calls to me
But it’s lies, do not get to be
I close the door, heed not it’s siren call
For in my heart and body it dies
Or simply lurks in a dark corner today
I hide it away, not letting it out to play,

It is not here, I tell myself
It won’t come in and ruin my day
It shouts, it pleads
Ignoring would be a sin
But I will not let it in
I battle on and this time I win

But the battle is always nigh
And my attention will not die
Pain and strength weakening
I fight on the good fight
This battle will be won

The monster’s tendrils extend it’s reach
Fighting I move into the breach
For it’s me who will teach
The monster it is no more!
If only for today, for 
Now the monster's gone away
I can come out to play.

 ©Sheilagh Lee  May 12, 2015

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Pet

Three Word Wednesday-  Pet

I'm stepping away from 'Home for Christmas' this week, but I'll be back with the next installment, next Wednesday.

Flimsy, adjective: comparatively light and insubstantial; easily damaged; (of clothing) light and thin; (of a pretext or account) weak and unconvincing.

Hungry, adjective: feeling or displaying the need for food; causing hunger; having a strong desire or craving.

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.

My Pet 

     I was born with two litter mates. Bigger than the other two I got lots of milk and affection from my mother. Then the people came children adults and others peering at me. When the children came I’d run and hide while my litter mates would play with the children and purr up against them. First one and then the other disappeared with people. It was then that she arrived, a single woman alone. She coaxed me out from under the sofa I hid.  She spoke to me softly and held me close up to her chest and I liked it. I began to purr and she said I’ll call you Tuxedo.
    She took me home to what she called an apartment, a small space where I could run and peer out a window way up high. I thought that she would always be there, but every day she left for hours at a time and I wait watching out the window looking at the sky until she come home and fill my dishes again. She seemed unhappy that I’d claw her furniture and put rents in the flimsy material. Didn’t she understand that need? Silly human. One day she took me to a man, a vet she called him and I grew tense and very scared. He plunged a pointing thing into me and it hurt my bum. When I woke up she wasn’t there I was in a cage and my back feet hurt. I my claws and panicked they weren’t there. What had this vet done to me? When the man came hissed and bit him. He snarled. Still no sweet lady. Had she forgotten me?  
    She came and took me home; but not for long soon she took me to another place where there were many animals in cages. I cried and whimpered for her to come back but she didn’t.
    I was taken home with another lady who kept me four years then returned me to my cage.  When people came, I decided I would not be friendly. Why should I?  Attached to a human, I thought I owned them and then they’d return me like a sweater, or something brought home in a bag. I deserved better; but then she walked in an older lady with waves of sadness and loneliness coming off of her. She needed me I could sense it. She seemed awkward at first not knowing how to communicate with me. I could tell she’d never been around cats but that was okay. Trainable might be a better choice. Look at those humans that took me home they thought they knew all about cats but condemned me for being me. She would make a better pet.
    I sauntered up to the front of the cage and purred at her and she was hooked. She then passed some paper over to the people who help him in the cage and they took him out and passed her to the lady. I purred in her arms and I felt her melt. 
    She took me home and with her there was no silly baby talk. No, she talked to me like I was rightfully her companion. She called me Rudolph Valentino, a fitting name much better than that silly Tuxedo name. She shortened it to Rudy and I responded to it. We became the best of friends as I taught her how I always sat where I liked whether it was in her lap, in her favourite chair, or under the covers in our bed. I even nibble at her toast out of politeness. I would greet our guests at the door or by joining them while they sat at the table jumping up on the table and accepting their petting me.  I turned on the light on the table with my paw when it grew dark; my pet was well cared for.
    Two of her frequent visitors came every week and when they left they take her out of the house; but they always brought her back with food for her and me. They never let us go hungry, so when they came I always greeted them and let them pet me.
   She’d notice when I didn’t feel well and take me to a nice lady vet who’d make me feel better.  She allowed me to race back and forth in her house and  when her two frequent visitors brought a fireplace for her and me I lay before it basking in the warmth meant for me. A King of all I surveyed, she was my captive audience; she talked to me and I’d answer back making her feel better and alive for I had grown to love my pet. I soon found that years had passed. I was still pampered by her, but I felt the pain in my joints and the quickening of old age but then so did she. We conforted each other in our joint pains. My stomach wasn’t what it once was so she had the vet put me on special foods easier to digest. I was happy and I showed her that. I pounced on her lap when she sat to watch the funny box with the pictures on it. I crawled under the sheets and blankets and cuddled up sleeping at her side.
     This morning I awoke cold and not feeling myself. I felt the quickening and knew I didn’t have long. I hid under the dresser, but my pet found me. She pulled me out and then seemed scared understanding what occurred to me. She rushed me to the vet but the doctor didn’t understand; not like my pet and she sent me home. When we arrived home I couldn’t get out of the carrier. I felt weird as I shook and my face contorted. This was my time. I had a wonderful life with my pet this eleven long years, but it was my time. The time everyone gets on this earth, for I lay dying. I wanted to comfort my pet who had suffered so many losses, but I could not. I looked at her my pet and wondered how she would go on without me? Who would greet her in the morning? Get her up to see the sunrise? Who would she share her breakfast, with lunch, dinner? who would play with her and pat her face? I gazed up into her face with love and then glanced at her child who had come in my hour of need. She had her children that would have to be enough. At peace, I closed my eyes one last time and embraced the light.  Goodbye my pet.

RIP Rudy 04/22/2000- 07/04/2015

©Sheilagh Lee  April, 8, 2015