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, November 25, 2015

HappyThanksgiving To All My America followers and friends

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares~ Part 21

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares~ Part 21

Prompts: Habitual, adjective: done or doing constantly or as a habit, regular; usual.
Illustrious, adjective: well known, respected, and admired for past achievements.
Jumbled, verb:  mix up in a confused or untidy way.

Nightmares~Part 21

  “I’m tired. While I habitually sleep about five hours a night, I’ve had about two hours sleep in the last seventy two hours searching for you and that means you two go into that bedroom, while I go into mine,”Liam commanded pointing.
  “I’m not tired,” Lena complained.
  “Too bad toots. You two can play cards,” he said tossing me a jumbled up deck of cards he pulled out of a drawer.

     Liam steered us towards the bedroom and showed us the lock for the door to keep us in then pushed us in the room and went to close the door but Lena started complaining, “I don’t want to be in the same room with her,”

   Lena winked at me making sure Liam didn’t see it. Lena was really put on a great act. I didn’t know what this was all about, but I knew she wanted me to go along with it so go along with it I did.

   “She doesn’t want to be in the same room with me? Try being trapped in a cage with her for days,” I sniped.
   “You two were fine a minute ago what’s changed?” Liam asked suspiciously.
   “What’s changed is you want to lock us up together, again. I don’t know her. She’s some kind of suburbia chick that I’d never hang out with. She’s wearing the right clothes now, but I bet she doesn’t wear that every day.”
  “Now, now, Lena quit picking on your sister,” Liam interjected.
  “Why she’s as dull as dishwater she can’t be my sister.”
  “I am your sister, but I’m starting to regret that. I think you’re a stuck-up bitch with allusions of grandeur,” I returned.
  “Really? I’m Lena Panagiotopoulos I hang out with famous people like the Markarian’s, unlike you. You probably hangout with trailer trash,” Lena chimed back at me.
  “The who? Are they illustrious?” Liam enquired.
  “The Markarian’s; you know like Laila who is married to that musician, Giorgio North.”
  “Sorry, I’m not familiar with either of those people,” Liam said.

I could help it I laughed the shocked pretend look she put in her face was priceless.

   “Are you frickin’ kidding me? You’d have to be dead not to know who those two people were!” Lena spit at Liam then turning to me she shouted, “And you quit laughing at me bitch.”
   “Don’t call me names,” I shouted back.
   “I’ll talk to you anyway I want.”
   “Listen Lena, I don’t choose to know who those people are. There are lot of other people in the world who are in my orbit. And I think you could be nicer to your twin sister,” Liam answered attempting to calm down Lena.
  “She maybe my twin sister by an accident of birth; but we weren’t raised together and we couldn’t be more different people.”
Lena then stalked across the room her hand raised as Liam in two seconds grabbed her left hand before she struck.
  “Okay slugger you take that bed and you Katerina that one and see this,” he said pointing to an imaginary line between the beds. “You stay on the left side Lean and Katerina in the right. I better not hear any noise, because I’m about to lose my patience with you two and if I do that I’ll have to use this.”

   With that statement he pulled out duct tape.

  “We’ll be good,” we both said.
  “And by the way if this was all an act to bad because the window won’t open in this room it’s painted shut,” Liam stated.

    He then shut the bedroom door and we heard a click.

  “All that acting was for nothing; you heard him the window is stuck shut with paint.”
  “You were trying to get him to lock us in here? He would have done it anyway.
  “But would he ignore us arguing?
  “No. He said he duct tape us instead.
   It would have worked.
   “No it wouldn't have!
   “Quit being so pessimistic Katerina.
  “I'm not a pessimist.I'll prove it to you. Didn’t you say you had a nail file when we were in the cage? Do you still have it?”
 “Yes, but what good...oh I get it. We’ll take turns okay?”
  “Yes and when we get that window open we’re gone from here,” I whispered.
  “We’re in the middle of nowhere,” Lena complained.
  “I know but even a stupid gas guzzler like a Hummer can be hot-wired. I had a boyfriend that was in to cars and he taught me how to hot-wire them.”
  “It’s a plan sis. I get first shift picking at that old paint,” Lena insisted.

    Lena then started flaking off the paint with her nail file. I started scraping with my keys. This could take forever I thought. I only hoped and prayed that Liam was sound asleep and wouldn’t hear the scraping sounds before we escaped.

  ©Sheilagh Lee November 25, 2015
To be continued

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares~ Part 20

Three Word Wednesday - Nightmares~ Part 20

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

Faulty, adjective: working badly or unreliably because of imperfections, (of reasoning and other mental processes) mistaken or misleading because of flaws, having or displaying weaknesses.

Grovel, verb: lie or move abjectly on the ground with one's face downward, act in an obsequious manner in order to obtain someone's forgiveness or favor.

Nightmares~Part 20

I awoke to Lena shaking me.

“You have to wake-up,” she whispered in my ear.

“I’m tired.” I muttered, “Let me sleep.”

“No, wake-up or I’m going to start slapping you,” Lena said savagely.

“I’m awake. Where are the guards?” I asked.

“In their ivory tower. Theses ones are the night guards and I think I heard them snoring,” Lena explained.

“That’s good so we have a chance to escape?”

“Maybe if you can pick the lock. I’ll hold the cell phone light and block it while you attempt it.”

 I jumped up used the facilities and then stood in front of the lock. Reaching around I inserted the bobby pin and began to manipulate it back and forth hoping it wouldn’t break in the lock.

  After what seemed a long time I heard a click and knew it had worked. I pushed the cell door open and thank god that they had used a faulty old cell door lock that I was able to pick.

Moonlight beamed in but because the windows were so high it might have been pitched black as we crept as quickly and as soundlessly as we could across the factory floor to where we had seen what appeared to be a door in the daylight.

I felt around for a handle and pulled it. A loud shrieking alarm went off as Lena and went through the door running. Lena and I held hands as we ran.
Outside we were terrified to find nothing but countryside and forest. Lena motioned that we should try to find if there were any cars with keys. But there were only two cars in the parking lot and I neither had keys.
We were running out of time when the guards burst out of the factory doors, their machine guns in the hands when a huge vehicle pulled up in front of Lena and I.

“Get in!” the Hummer drive insisted.

We ignored him continuing to run but he persisted, “Your father sent me.”

“Ignore him Kat he’s probably one of them,” Lena said.

“Your fist dog’s name was Sport but you called her Sporty Spice,” the man shouted at Lena almost as if he could tell us apart.

     Lena grabbed the backdoor and got in and I got in beside her. The guards began firing their weapons at the Hummer and the man shouted, “Get down both of you.”

     The man drove like a maniac but soon we were on a highway and I had hoped we’d lost the guards. That thought was too soon as we soon had automatic weapon fire from a car behind us.

     The man fired a gun from the driver’s window and struck the driver behind us. The guard’s car crashed and we continued driving. The man then used his car’s internal phone to call an ambulance for them.

     It was then that we got our first really good look at him as his eyes flashed a commanding blue, as he barked out instructions to the operator on how to find them. His dark brown hair was short and clipped in a military style close to his head. He seemed big and opposing and I knew I wouldn’t want to cross him.

“So who are you? One of my dad’s lackeys?” asked Lena.

I rolled my eyes; what away to talk to our rescuer.

“The name is Liam Hamilton. I’m no one’s lackey. I run my own international security firm. I’m simply doing a favour for a friend of a friend; namely your dad. Are you two physically unharmed?”

“Yes,” Lena answered for us both.

“Good,” Liam said and then ignored us concentrating on the road.

“So are you calling our dad?” I asked.

“No not yet,” he answered tersely.

“Why not?” Lena asked.

“Because I believe someone close to your dad was behind your kidnapping and until I know who I’m not giving them any information or you two.”

“You can let us out right here,” Lena insisted.

“Why? I don’t understand,” I whispered.

      Liam didn’t let us out he just pressed the lock button in the front for the backdoors.

“We’re still prisoners Kat we’ve just exchanged our jailer,” Lena explained.

I sighed and huddled closer to my sister hugging her.

“Where are you taking us?” Lena asked.

“To a cabin in the woods where no one will ever look or find you,” Liam answered laughing.

    This man was a wild card, so enigmatic yet charming; could we trust him to keep us safe and eventually let us go? Maybe we should grovel and he’d let us go home? 

    No we had no choice but to do what he wanted. He had the gun and we were in his car; but frankly I just wanted to go home.

    We travelled some time before we pulled onto an off road. a half an hour later we saw a cabin where he motioned for us to get out. Lena and I marched in sat down on the sofa inside.

       Liam moved to the fridge taking out eggs and turkey bacon which he proceeded to cook on the stove, then put bread into the toaster. Soon tantalizing smells filled the air and I heard my stomach roar.
“Breakfast is served,” Liam said as he placed three plates of food on the table.
     We both sat down quickly and began eating. Lena even ate the turkey bacon without a word. When we finished Liam said, “You two are on KP. Start cleaning up the dishes.”

   Lena looked at him like he had two heads. I laughed and started cleaning up and Lena followed. We soon had everything cleaned up and put away; but we were prisoners there was no doubt about that as Liam watched our every move.
to be continued
  ©Sheilagh Lee November 18, 2015

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- The Second World War and my Dad #Howwillyouremember

Re-post from from November 2011

Three Word Wednesday prompts: Drank; past tense of drink, verb: Take (a liquid) into the mouth and swallow; consume or be in the habit of consuming alcohol, especially to excess.
Hitch; verb: Move (something) into a different position with a jerk; fasten or tether with a rope; noun: A temporary interruption or problem.
Muster; verb: Assemble (troops), esp. for inspection or in preparation for battle; collect or assemble (a number or amount); summon up (a particular feeling, attitude, or response); noun: A formal gathering of troops, esp. for inspection, display, or exercise.

     My father was a history buff and his favourite field of studies were strategies of war. He often told us stories of Canadian battles and other historical battles. Canada was at war when he was a teen. He trained at school every day as part of his studies to go to war. A crack shot, my dad excelled at all to do with war; after all his older brother had become a Special Forces soldier and his sister also taking part working as a CWAC. He wanted to go one day too. His brother came home, drank and told of fun with comrades, but never really talking of war. It all sounded wonderful to a lonely boy. His mother worked long hours in the airplane factory, so my father too wanted to do his part. So he went down to the local recruiting centre and signed up to muster off to war while his mother worked  one of her very long shifts at the factory.

     His father and stepfather were both fighting overseas. He was thirteen years old, but big for his age. Looking at him he may have appeared to the recruiter to be sixteen, but no one would have taken him for only thirteen years old.

     My grandmother meanwhile frantically tried to find out where her son was and got nowhere. She told the recruiter her son was only thirteen years old and he didn’t believe her. Maybe it was just he was worried about his mistake; after all he had just sent a thirteen year old child to war. He demanded she bring back proof. My grandmother had moved several times since my father was born and she was not sure where she had put his birth certificate. She found it after frantically searching and brought it back to them, only to be told that my father had been trained and shipped off to Halifax to board a troop ship which would take him overseas. My grandmother didn’t hesitate she boarded a train to Halifax went straight to the harbour. She told them proudly how her son fought overseas, her daughter was a CWAC and that she herself worked in an airplane factor, therefore they could not have her thirteen year old son. They demanded proof that my father was thirteen and she produced it. The ship then sailed without my father who went home. That ship my father always told me went to sea without him and later a German U boat  torpedoed them , all about 200 souls or less aboard died. (I’ve been trying to trace the ship but am not sure of the name only that it sailed from Halifax.)

     My father was always grateful that he wasn’t on board that ship. He mourned the loss of those lives and taught his children to remember those who had given their lives for our freedom and peace we enjoy. As he said he could have been one of those who perished and then we might not have been here. We appreciated that and always remember how fortunate we were to have our father.

      Less than a year later my grandmother had a knock at her door receiving a telegram that her oldest son  had been listed as missing in action and presumed dead. A soldier in his unit that was wounded came a month later and told her he was sure her son was dead; but that he had died valiantly saving many of his troops. My grandmother mourned devastated that she had saved one son to lose another. After three long months she received a phone call and rejoiced her son was alive. He had been in a coma for three months injured so badly they had not been able to identify him. They had thought they might lose him from his injuries but he survived. He came home for some time healing and then went back to war just before hostilities had ended.

©Sheilagh Lee  November 9, 2011
We shall never forget their sacrifice.We shall remember.

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