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 24, 2017

Excerpt from Stray Bullet –Part 48


Excerpt from Stray Bullet –Part 48

Prompts : Flinch, verb: wince, start, shudder, quiver, jerk, shy, shrink from, recoil from, shy away from, swerve from, demur from; dodge, evade, avoid, duck, balk at, jib at, quail at, fight shy of.

Gape, verb: stare, stare open-mouthed, stare in wonder, goggle, gaze, ogle; informal rubberneck, gawk, open wide, open up, yawn; part, split.

Hastily, adverb: quickly, hurriedly, fast, swiftly, rapidly, speedily, briskly, without delay, posthaste; with all speed, as fast as possible, at breakneck speed, at a run, on the double, pretty damn quick, PDQ, like lightning, like greased lightning, like the wind, like a bat out of hell, lickety-split. hurriedly, speedily, quickly; on the spur of the moment, prematurely.



Stray Bullet 

    When would my John McClain moment come? I had to get us out of this one and I really didn’t trust this crazy bitch not to flinch and just kill us all in a moment of anger. I shifted my body and Rita turned the gun back to me again.

“Really Gee, are you trying to start something, now?”
“Not at all just trying to get comfortable,” I insisted.
“Likely story, but I’ll let it go… for now,” Rita then turning to Reggie she said, “You must have found your brother by now.”
“I did. He texted he’d be home in ten,” Reggie stated.
“How long ago was that? When did he say that?”
“About twenty minutes ago.”
“What would scare him Ethan and make him come home? And don’t lie or I’ll make you pay.”
“I don’t know!”
“You do now tell me!”
“Give me my cell phone off the dresser Reggie,”the mayor demanded, sighing heavily.
“Do it Reggie. Get the phone, but bring it to me. If Ethan gets a text from Daddy saying he's angry, Ethan will come home.”

   Obediently Reggie ran to retrieve the cell phone. While Rita was distracted watching Reggie go down the hall the mayor spotted my right shin gun. It was only visible because my pant leg had slipped up. The mayor gaped openly then acted hastily slipping the gun out of its holster and under his leg. One less weapon for me to grab, but if I tried to take it back Rita would notice. Reggie seemed to take a long time and Rita looked angsty. Personally I hoped the kid had escaped out a window, but Reggie appeared with the cell phone in question.

“Why did it take you so long were you signalling to those cops out there?” Rita asked.
“Hell no, mom. The stupid phone fell on the floor and was kicked under the bed. Dad must have just thrown it down like he always does.”
“You’re an idiot Ethan. Reggie’s right you are careless. You’re lucky Reggie found that phone or I’d put a bullet through your head now.”
“Now Rita, remember that Ethan is your leverage. I’m a cop, so I’m leverage too; but if you put a hole in Ethan’s head the tactical squad from the FBI is going to come rushing in here.”
“The FBI? Why would they be involved? It’s your town.”
“You killed an FBI agent. They’d like your blood luckily for you it is my town.”
“So you are a useful hostage, just like I thought,” Rita laughed.

Rita then scrolled through the mayor’s phone and seemed satisfied as she texted Ethan junior. 

“There. I told him you wanted him home now or you’d beat him,” Rita smirked.
“See, he’ll be back here soon, mom,” Reggie soothed.

Rita looked mollified; but then a look came over her face.

“Give me your phone Reginald you didn’t give it back to me.”
“I left it in the bedroom.”
“I don’t believe you, hand it over Reginald.”

Reggie pulled out his cell phone from a back pocket and passed the phone to his mother. Reggie looked scared again and I wondered why. I soon found out as Rita started scrolling the messages on the phone.

“You ungrateful, little monster! How dare you tell your brother that I’m a murderer and that I’ll kill him, I’d never harm a hair on his beautiful head. He’s the best part of me.”
“The best part of you? Is that why you had him running drugs for you, mom? Is that why you got your guy to roofie him? Yes, I know about that mom. You killed all those other kids with the fentanyl; just to keep the sheriff busy and away from you.  You harmed Ethan. That’s not a loving mom. He spent the last six months in rehab because of you. He was clean before that.”
“You lying, little piece of shit. You’re just like your father a waste of space. I’m not taking you with me; but I’m not letting him have you either,” Rita said raising her gun and taking aim at Reggie.
I advanced on Rita trying to grab the other gun off of my shin while I continued moving; but Rita spun around getting the drop on me with a high karate like kick. I countered it with a karate chop trying to knock the weapon out of her hands; but it didn’t work she had a firm grip on the gun and she wouldn’t let go even as her fingers bent at an unnatural angle.
“Time’s up for you too, I guess, Gee. Such a shame! I really liked you.”


         We struggled for the gun; her hand reaching for mine as I made another grab for the gun.  Our arms entwined as we danced a merry dance grappling for the gun. As our hands both reached for the trigger at the same time, I heard a loud bang that reverberated in my ears. I felt myself spiraling down falling with a bone crunching thunk and a sharp pain like something had kicked my chest. I felt sure something had gone through my flak jacket or under it. Sure that I had been hit I checked for blood and found none. I reached for my cell phone and found my metal case now smashed two bullets embedded in it.

       My cell phone case had saved me… that and my badge. There was a dint in my badge where the bullet had bounced off and a bullet embedded in  the metal cell phone case. Tina had saved my life. I couldn’t believe it. Could this be why Tina had bought a metal case and told me to keep it in my front pocket? I was stunned and felt a sense of loss for Tina again.

     I pulled myself together I was alive... stunned but alive. I had a huge metal cased size bruise on my chest that would have to be checked out as per police procedure. But if I was okay; what about Rita? I had to stop Rita.

     Rita wasn’t moving.  I reached for her feeling her body for wounds and found three. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and blood poured from her chest. It was obvious nothing could be done. One or maybe two of the three bullets had struck her heart. The third had struck her in the head right between her eyes. The third was the kill shot.

To be continued next week



©Sheilagh Lee May 24, 2017

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Excerpt from Stray Bullet –Part 47


Excerpt from Stray Bullet –Part 47

Prompts : Crisis, noun:  stage in a sequence of events at which the trend of all future events, especially for better or for worse, is determined; turning point, a condition of instability or danger, as in social, economic, political, or international affairs, leading to a decisive change, a dramatic emotional or circumstantial upheaval in a person's life.
Decayed, adjective: decomposed, decomposing, rotten, putrescent, putrid, bad, off, spoiled, far gone, perished; moldy, festering, fetid, rancid, rank; maggoty, wormy.
Embarrassment, noun: mortification, humiliation, shame, shamefacedness, chagrin, awkwardness, self-consciousness, sheepishness, discomfort, discomfiture, discomposure, agitation, distress; shyness, bashfulness, difficulty, predicament, plight, problem, mess, imbroglio, bind, jam, pickle, fix, scrape, surplus, excess, overabundance, superabundance, glut, surfeit, superfluity; abundance, profusion, plethora.

   For those that have missed previous episodes Gee Bullet has been investigating the death of his police officers and stumbled onto the reasons behind them  (the fentanyl drug trade). His new wife, Tina was murdered their unborn baby, also born dead. He went to save his daughter and Aunt Louise from the drug kingpin and found his pal Gordon the FBI agent , near dead and saved him. His Uncle Tommy had gone to save Aunt Louise and Gee's daughter but they saved themselves crawling out the window. The assailant drug kingpin fled.  Gee went to confront the kingpin who turned out to be Perita, (Rita ) Gordon' girlfriend. She managed to get the upper hand and has taken Gee, Errol, the mayor her ex -husband  and her son prisoners.


Stray Bullet

“Don’t look at me like that Gee. This isn’t a crisis as long as you do as I want. We could negotiate about my information once I’m safe. Frankly, despite the fact that your little brat bit me, she’s the reason I didn’t kill you. That kid has gumption and I kind of admire her in some ways. Maybe if I had a loving father instead of some decayed old man, who embarrassed me I would have gone looking for love in all the wrong places and have ended up in a life of crime.”
“What happened to you, mom?”
“Good grief, Reginald do you really think I’d whine and bellyache about my childhood the way all those losers do? So I had a rough childhood. Who didn’t? I pulled myself up and used the men, who sought to use me. Just like that idiot father of yours over there!!”
“Didn’t you ever love me?” Ethan asked.
“I loved you when we were first married but then you cheated on me and that was that. Our marriage saved me from prostitution.”
“You were a hooker?” Ethan said horrified.
“Might as well have been. I was living off a sugar daddy when I met you.”
“But you were only twenty when we met.”
“I was eighteen, you boob! I had been living on the streets since I was fifteen. I ran away from home after my stepdaddy climbed in my bed. I hooked some but then I found out a sugar daddy would meet my needs and I found one. He was sweet and kind to me but when I met you when he visited Driftwood to look at the old pulp and paper factory. I fell for you, like a ton of bricks.  I put some strychnine in my sugar daddy’s coffee emptied out his bank accounts and erased any trace of me. Since they had all known me as Candy and since I’d worn a red wig (since he preferred redheads) they didn’t know who to look for and I was rich enough to start my new life with you.”
“Oh Rita if only I’d known,” the mayor responded.
“Men!! You’re so friggin’ gullible. I spin a story and you believe every word.”
“So it’s a lie again?” the mayor muttered.
“Maybe there’s some truth in it. I know I did love you but then you ruined it all. First you plowed through my money and then you allowed your brother to become mayor instead of you. I hated you after that and vowed you’d never get the best of me again.”
“John was a good mayor.”
“Aw, but was he a good brother? He lured me to his house drugged me and then raped me.”
“You’re saying you weren’t having an affair with him? That he… ”
“Had you going again didn’t I? I’m very convincing. Actually I drugged John and climbed in naked beside him.”
“Why?”
“John found out about my part in the new criminal organization. He wanted a cut of the business. I wasn’t ready to cut him in. I was a small peg on the ladder then. John tried to blackmail me. When that didn’t work he threatened to tell you we were having an affair. I pretended I was going to do what he wanted. I let him make love to me and then when he was drugged I silenced him once and for all. I then took the bedside lamp and bashed my head with it and waited for Louise to come home.”
“You killed John?” The mayor demanded.
“Who did you think killed him the Easter bunny?”

The mayor looked stunned and Reggie was no better.

“Now look what you’ve done, you worm. You’ve upset our son. You understand. Don’t you Reginald? I had to protect our life. I thought I could still have my boys, but your father took that away from me.”
“It’s okay mom. I still love you.”
“And I love you Reggie even though you sometimes disappoint me. We’ll have a good life in Brazil. You’ll have your choice of the women there to make me a grandma.”
“Grandma? The boy is only nineteen years old and you don’t look like any grandmother I’ve ever seen,” the mayor quipped.
“I know I don’t. That is the point; but I want to raise my grandchildren in luxury.”
“You didn’t even change a diaper the nanny or I did,” the mayor laughed.
“Shut-up!!”

Rita looked like she was going to shoot the mayor; but then she reined it in and said, “I know your game you want me to shoot you again so they’ll charge in. I’m not going to put you out of your misery just yet EthanBut don’t be mistaken if someone tries anything else I’ll shoot you without even blinking.”

To be continued next week

©Sheilagh Lee May 17, 2017

Friday, May 12, 2017

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, December 24, 2016

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate



Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah whatever you celebrate 




May your troubles be few and may you enjoy great company

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

The Christmas Angel~The Christmas Star -Part 2

“I take it back, that’s not my real wish” Christina said as she stepped out of the house wiping the blood from her nose looking up at the Christmas star.

     Christina closed her eyes whispered the words and when she opened and there was Craig walking towards her. Craig hugged her like he’d never let her go and then surprisingly, he kissed her.

“I should have done that a long time ago,”Craig insisted.

      That was the moment that I knew Christina saw that her real wish had come true for Craig got down on one knee in the snow and asked, “Christina I miss you. I love you. You’re my best friend and I never want to let you go. Will you marry me?”
“But you live here,” Christina protested feebly.
“I got a job at Trent, Holloway and Montgomery in L.A. I start the day after New Year’s. It’s my uncle Gordon Trent’s firm so lots of room for advancement,” Craig laughed.
“I got a job too. I’m going to star in a sitcom called Chrissy’s world. I’m playing Chrissy.”
“Wow Congratulations Chrissy. But about my question. Will you merry, marry me?”
“Yes,” Christina answered.
“Good because were getting married tomorrow if that’s okay.”
“How can we get married that fast?” Christina asked.
“I hired a wedding planner. Her name is Mary and she’s a miracle worker. It’s all planned even your dress. Your mother picked it out, so no bad luck, I haven’t seen it.”
“I love you Craig Trent.”
“I always knew you did but I knew you also needed time to figure it out.”
“Thanks for giving me the time.”
“Let’s go tell your parents,” Craig said.
“I think they already know,” Christina stated pointing to them peering out the window.


       Christina and Craig were married the next day with me catering and carrying out the plans of their wedding. Now they celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary on this Christmas day. Aarush gave me permission to visit them for the day as Mary’s granddaughter just to see the two I brought together under the Christmas star. They are still happy and their grandchildren and great-grandchildren bask in that love. 

I''ll always remember this first couple I brought together under the Christmas star. but who knows maybe someday I'll be your Christmas angel when you wish upon the Christmas . Until then Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah,Happy holidays whatever you celebrate let your days be merry and bright.
©Sheilagh Lee December 14 ,2016
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