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, December 5, 2018

Fallen Angel


     I was tired of being, good, kind what did it get me; but nothing in return. I had no money, no house to call my own and now no job. Redundancy it was still firing you and after I'd made the company prosper it didn't seem fair that the executives were now gutting the company and declaring bankruptcy. While they lined their pockets mine were now empty. 

      I decided to make a vow which I said aloud “No more Miss Nice Girl.”
Imagine my surprise when a creature in a black cloak with no face appeared before me and demanded, “Come with me.”
“Er, no,” I stated.
“Bravo, that’s the way to start your new resolve.”
“How do you know about that?”
“I’ve been watching you in the shadows. You’re a very interesting mortal.”
“What are you?”
“I am a fallen angel. I’m hoping if I do enough, maybe he’ll forgive me,” he answered, took off his cloak, showing a handsome face, “I ‘ll show you the good you’ve done over the years and what could happen if you stop being nice.”

    Clasping my hand he showed me the good, the bad, and the future. Everyone I knew was miserable and failing. How could I have made this much difference? Surely a few nice words and deeds couldn't have saved  them from all this?

“I don’t understand. The future is bad, if I’m not nice.”
“It’s like this everything you do creates a ripple. Your kindnesses over the years have helped many and turned lives around .You’ve made a difference in so many lives.”
“Thank you, for intervening. I’ll pray for you,” I said.
“Just continue to spread light and love and that will be thanks enough.”

My life changed that day I became happier and that made people around me react positively. I have a new job a new home and a new love, Bob. He likes my happy outlook and says it saves him from the big bad world we live in. I like myself better now and if someone treats me wrong I feel sorry fr them and then I feel better enough to project the image of me I like the best the happy go lucky me that makes the world feel like a better place. Try it you might even like it yourself.
©Sheilagh Lee  December 5, 2018

Sunday, December 2, 2018

Happy Hanukkah to all my Jewish friends and Blog Followers

Happy Hanukkah to all my Jewish friends and Blog Followers





Hanukkah festival of lights
Candles burning bright
Nine-branched Menorah  
One candle each night
And one extra to light
The fight they won
The temple purified
A miracle performed
As wicks burned on
Eight days with oil
For one long night
It burnt so bright
Commemorated each year
To remember the gift
Of the single brilliant light
Burning so long so bright
Three blessings said
Three blessings given
Two each night after
Giving thanks to the eternal King
Our lord God is everything
Happy Hanukkah


© Sheilagh Lee December 16,2014

Monday, November 26, 2018

Angel of Thanksgiving

Angel of Thanksgiving

         Cold grey, the sun has given way to dark ominous snow clouds, suiting my mood. I should be wishing for sunflowers, warm sunny days with picnics instead I’m sheltering under a bridge from the cold. Losing my apartment and my job, my life was pulled a part like the wishbone of a turkey, but it was not a wishbone it was the semblance of a life that I’d tried to put together after my service in Iraq. The day before Thanksgiving, no wonder I was thinking of turkey. Hungry and cold; maybe I’d freeze to death tonight I thought and no one would care. 


      I snuggled into the trestles of the bridge wrapping newspaper as a blanket around me and closed my eyes. I awoke looking into the face of an angel. Her blonde hair tucked under a red wool cap, a black woollen coat en- wrapping her, she offered a man’s coat and hat to me saying, ”Here, stay warm. My name is Jennifer and we’re serving dinner at the shelter .Will you please come?”

       I wanted to say no; but my head nodded and I followed her and the other homeless who had been invited. The dinner was incredible turkey with all the fixings, even my favorite marshmallow yams. When I was done they offered me pumpkin pie. Jennifer offered me shelter for the night and convinced me to stay at the shelter. 

      Jenny saved me that day helped me get the help I needed at the VA and now we have a baby. I was right the first time Jenny was and still is an angel helping those in need and I work long side her sharing my experience to help others .Thank God for people like my Jenny who reach out to those who need it.
©Sheilagh Lee  November 26,  2018

Monday, November 19, 2018

Outfoxed

“Why have you brought me here?” I asked my uncle.
“It’s a beautiful autumn day in the forest; can’t you enjoy it?”
“This is all an illusion. It’s not autumn and the light is all wrong. How long have I been in this room?”
“This is a forest, not a room.”
“Let it go Uncle Damien.”
“You’ve passed the test, Seraphina.”
“How long have I been here?’
“How did you discern that in two minutes?”

I answered by changing the autumn forest to a wintry scene.

“Amazing, but you’re only fifteen who taught you to do that?”
“No one taught me. I’ve been able to enter people’s minds since I was five.”
“Enter people’s minds? That’s how you create the illusion?” Uncle Damien stated looking unhappy

I quickly erased the conversation about how I created illusions from his mind and let him think that the illusion was a fluke.

“I think you need to move in with me so I can teach you how to do illusions safely and simply,” Uncle Damien declared.

I just smiled and nodded. It would make my teen years so much easier to live with Uncle Damien my parents suspected my abilities were much more than they thought and it was becoming harder to fool them. I’d be able to do anything I wanted living with Uncle Damien. Last week I moved in Uncle Damien fooled me. He knew what I was up to all the time I might as well be in teen jail. This was no fun now I'd have to learn the way Uncle Damien wanted me to. 

©Sheilagh Lee  November 19, 2018

Monday, November 5, 2018

Wrath


      Some high school kids called me Zombie girl just because I’d been found three years ago buried in the town dump. With no memories of my life before found I was called Jane. Estimating that I was thirteen years old; the police said no one had reported me missing. Scared for the first year (even though my foster family was nice) I took Taekwondo.

Students chanted at me, “You put a spell on me.”

Waving my arms I chanted that Jahil would be in love with me and then spoiled it all by laughing.

The next day Jahil followed me around like a puppy dog. I told him to stop, but he said, “That’s not an option. I love you.”
I said under my breath, “For you I don’t exist.”
Jahil turned and disappeared around the corner.
“Great work Cassie,” a man dressed all in black said to me.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Your creator, Marcus Blackstone and now that you’ve found yourself; you can do my bidding,”
“Not on your life Blackstone, I am my own person.”

He grabbed at me but I use Taekwondo and took him down. He laughed and said,” When you want to learn to wield your power come see me.

Then he disappeared in a puff of smoke. I haven’t seen him since and I hope I don’t. I remembered how he buried me and left me for dead. Cassie Blackstone came from a long line of witches, he should fear my wrath.
©Sheilagh Lee  November 5, 2018

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Never Alone


Never alone

I just need another week, I thought. If my husband hadn’t gotten sick and died, I would fallen behind by three payments to the bank. I told my friend Suzy next door but she couldn’t help, I was alone. Hearing the doorbell and looked out there was a crowd on my lawn and found one of my old students on my doorstep. Alfred had gone on to be the CEO of a major tech company.
“Alfred, how nice to see you.”
“Mrs. Jones, I had to come and see you I was so sorry to hear about your husband Bill.”
“Thank-you for the flowers. What are all these people doing here?”
“They all wanted to see you, but I’m the spokesperson,” Alfred answered then turning to the crowd he said “Stay here, I’ll be back.”
We went to the kitchen and sat down.
“We heard you needed a little help and we all wanted to help our favourite teacher,” Alfred explained handing me a cheque.
“I can’t accept this,” I said automatically.
“We are just paying you back what we owe you, even though this will never be enough. You nurtured us, encouraged us over the years none of us would have done so well if not for you, so please accept the money and save your house.”
I cried as Alfred repeated what I’d always told my students ‘A single seed of kindness bares fruit a hundred fold'
I saved my house and realized I was never alone.


©Sheilagh Lee  October 25, 2018

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Alchemy


     
          I knew I shouldn’t go, but it called to me like a siren. Rowing my boat across the calm sea, climbing the cliffs, I couldn’t find the beacon of light. Looking for some semblance of a door, or a building, it appeared only rock and earth at my feet. Suddenly without warning a chasm opened up and I tumbled like on slide down.
Picking myself up at the bottom I saw a strikingly handsome man (his hair long dark and flowing) with a ladle moving it back and forth as if stir the pot.
“How did you get by my wards, Aurelia?” he asked.
“What are you doing, Jonathan?” I asked.
“Alchemy,” he answered,” The ultimate magic, isn’t it? Besides I need some cash.”
“Would you like some assistance?”
“Are you insinuating a man, can’t do what a woman can do?”
“Of course not!” I kidded, “The spell is almost right; but you must promise never to share this ingredient.”

“Fine.”
         I added the key ingredient then stirred the pot and the magic within roared, soaring a green light into the sky. I said the incantation and poured the waiting trays making gold into ingots.
Jonathan has pleaded with me to stay. Apparently I’m not just decorative! I decided to give him another chance; but he’s been warned to treat me with respect. I think he’ll do that, now that he’s seen how much magic I’ve held back. Someone always has the power in the relationship and that is mine.


©Sheilagh Lee  October 14 2018