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.

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Happy Canada Day!!


Canada a mosaic of people
Standing proudly free
The one hundred and forty-ninth 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
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
Blending cultures and families 
For only together
Can we be one great nation
Proud and free

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 2, 2016

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♡ Happy 148th Birthday Canada! 


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

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Three Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet -Part 6

Three Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet -Part 6

Three Word Wednesday Prompts: 

Queasy, adjective: nauseous, nauseated, bilious, sick; ill, unwell, poorly, green around the gills.

Unruly, adjective: disorderly, rowdy, wild, unmanageable, uncontrollable, disobedient, ill-behaved, disruptive, undisciplined, restive, wayward, willful, headstrong, irrepressible, obstreperous, difficult, intractable, out of hand, recalcitrant; rebellious, defiant; boisterous, lively, rambunctious, refractory.

Violent, adjective: brutal, vicious, savage, rough, aggressive, abusive, physically abusive, threatening, fierce, physical, wild, ferocious; barbarous, barbaric, thuggish, pugnacious, cutthroat, smash-mouth, homicidal, murderous, cruel, powerful, forceful, hard, sharp, smart, strong, vigorous, mighty, hefty; savage, ferocious, brutal, vicious, intense, extreme, strong, powerful, vehement, intemperate, unbridled, uncontrollable, ungovernable, inordinate, consuming, passionate, gory, gruesome, grisly, full of violence.

                                  Stray Bullet -Part 6

        Maggie led the way into the school, down a long hallway to where Mr. Ricci was braking open lockers. Some students had voluntarily opened their lockers. Others milled around protesting as he used huge pliers to break into their lockers.

“All the students have to sign a code of honor and that means they can have their lockers searched at any time for drugs and any other contraband,” Maggie explained.

      Nathan Ricci stood about six feet tall His hair was dark brown short and cut in a military style. His smile did not meet his eyes and that alone made me leery and maybe a little queasy. Not only that but his arms and legs were the size of tree trunks. I knew a few guys like this and either they were unsure of their manhood or they were genuinely health conscious. I wondered which category he would fit into it?

“Mr. Ricci this is Sheriff Bullet.”
“Nice to meet you,”Mr. Ricci said as he outstretched his hand for shaking.
“Have you found anything yet Mr. Ricci?” Maggie asked.
“Now haven’t I asked you to call me Nathan? Say can we get together for a drink tonight?”
“Mr. Ricci I’ve spoken to you about this. Given the nature of our relationship (after all I am your superior) this is inappropriate.”
“Can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?” Mr. Ricci retorted then turning to me he stated, “She’s one hot tamale.”
“Mr. Ricci I’d like our interaction to be productive; but your behaviour towards your boss borders on criminal,” I charged.
“Geesh everything is about political correctness nowadays. I guy can’t breathe without being admonished.

   Maggie smiled at me after this and for a minute my heart beat a few extra beats. This woman was so beautiful inside and out.

“Oh I see what’s going here. You like the law and order type. Security guard aren’t good enough for you, eh teach?”
“Mr. Ricci can we get back to the task at hand? Have you any idea which student or students could be responsible for dealing the drug that caused this overdose?” I asked.
“Well that Verma boy and his friend the Kassaba, the Muslim kid, then there’s that no good unruly, violent, trailer trash, the Baker kid; all are suspicious,” Mr. Ricci answered.
Maggie cleared her throat obviously in frustration with the man’s clear racism and bias against the poor and different.
“Are there any with records of violations so you could help point Sheriff Bullet in the right direction?”
 “There are the Donnelly boys. They are fifteen and seventeen years old going on fifty. Those lads have been in trouble since they were in diapers and nothing has changed. Their parents are degenerates and criminal types. Their dad serves a five sentence for assault. He’s due out next year and the mom has new boyfriends every week; usually those biker types”
“Anyone else you can think of?”
“The Richardson’s. Troy stole a car last year and got three months’ probation. He’s fourteen. Then there’s he’s older brother, Calvin. Calvin is as slippery as an eel. You always suspect the guy but you can never get the goods on him”
“And that’s all? The only kids that could have been dealing?”
“I guess there is those rich kids the Hollingwoods, and the and the mayor’s kids but you won’t be able to touch them with a ten foot pole.”
“Because they are rich they’ll get off? Not in my police station Mr. Ricci.”
“You haven’t met Judge Purcell yet, have you?” Ricci smirked. “Judge Purcell is golf and poker buddies with the mayor; he also received large amounts of campaign money from the mayor. Last year when I submitted evidence that I found large amounts of ecstasy in his locker the judge ruled that the locker could have been tampered with and then let the mayor’s son Scott float away free and that brat assaulted me too. He kicked my shins and tried to smash my face. You’d think that would have gotten him some time but the judge ruled that I provoked him. I hate that judge.”

      What a spectacular fuck-up this turned out to be. The mayor’s kid being involved could screw up my retention next year; hopefully I’d find it was all in this racist hate spewing security guards mind. I’d almost got to my car when this kid (if you could call a muscle bound three hundred pound solid mass a teenager) flew out of nowhere and tried to take me down. Okay, so he knocked me down.  But I had him handcuffed and his arms behind his back before he was able to get up.

“SHIT!! Fuckin’unreal did you see that new Sheriff take down the Hulk?” I heard one milling student shot to another.
“Yah, that was so fast. That guys trained like martial arts or something,” the other male student.

       He had the muscle mass and the skill but I had trained with the best. Did I forget to mention that my uncles were former marines? They had trained me since I was a baby to deal with whatever came my way.

“Name and age?” I demanded but all I got from my attacker were expletives. I marched the guy over to my cruiser and stuck him in the back of the car.

“The new Sheriff is so hot, he looks like a young Tom Selleck without the mustache,” I heard a female student say as I reached over to buckle my prisoner in and shut the door.
"I think I'm in love. He's so much better looking than the vice principal. I hear he's single," a young teen said.
"The principal was making goo-goo eyes at him."
"Damn that cuts me out,"  said the disappointed teen.
"I think I've still got a chance,"said the other.
"Dream on, Sabina," the disappoint teen stated, "The principal hasn't been interested in anyone since her husband died two years ago. If she likes him we haven't a chance.“She’s a ten and the guys notice her.”
“I’m still going to try.”

     That I didn’t need! Teens fawning over me, yuck!! But was Maggie making goo-goo eyes at me? She was so beautiful and single. A widow interesting; did I stand a chance? Did I want to?

     I glanced over at her; as Maggie hurried to my side and said in a calm but clear manner, “Move along students; unless you’d prefer a detention?”eyes at him,"another student stated. 

     The students cleared out like there was a fire and soon only Maggie and I stood beside my car.

“Sorry about that. Not a great reception for you at my school. I saw what Reggie did to you, but you handled that expertly. I can see why you’re the new Sheriff.”
I didn’t say anything but the next thing she said was, “Oh, you’re blushing. I’m sorry.”
“Not at all I wasn’t blushing I’ve just got a little too much sun today,” I lied but I knew I didn’t fool her.
“Er his name is Reggie? I stated awkwardly.
Yes, that’s Reggie Calladen.”
“Calladen any relation to the mayor, Scott Calladen?”
“Yes, he’s the mayor’s oldest son. He’s nineteen.”
“Nineteen years old; isn’t that a little old for high-school?”
“Reggie is a challenged student. He hates school but loves football. We’ve assisted him and he actually may graduate this year. I think he’s hoping for a football scholarship; although he’s dad can afford college for him. He’s helped us win the pennant for our school and unfortunately he’s also the overdose victim, Henry Balsom’s best friend. I think he’s afraid that if Henry lives you’ll arrest Henry.”
“Is Reggie Calladen a big user of steroids or any other drugs.”
“I wouldn’t have thought so but you’d be surprised which students. Tread lightly careful Sheriff; the mayor will try to rake you over the coals if his son is charged. He tried to have me fired when Scotty was expelled for three days.”
“Thank-you for looking out for me. I’m inclined to let this go with a warning after a few hours in a jail cell and not because he’s the mayor’s son either.”
“Did anyone ever tell you you’re a nice man, Sheriff Bullet?”
“Please, I asked you to call me G, or Stray; you said you would.”
“Sorry G. I know this is rather forward; but would you like to meet for a coffee sometime?”
“I’d like that,” I answered.

    Maggie wrote her name and number on her planner she carried and then ripped it out and passed it to me.

“What no I-pad?”
“Computers are allowed; but no i-Pads. We had a rash of i-Pad thefts so the school council banned them.”
“See you later, Maggie. I’ll call you when some of this ruckus dies down.”
“See you later. Gee.”
I settled myself into my squad car and started the engine with Reggie kicking and screaming through the mesh and wire that separated him from the front seat.
“Calm down, Reggie,” I ordered.
“F-off pig,” he yelled.

     I ignored him it would be a long ride to the station and an even longer day; once his father found out. I wondered if I’d made a mistake taking this job then I decided I was up to the task. I’d solve these murders and fix the drug problem at the high school.

©Sheilagh Lee June 29, 2016

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Three Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet -Part 5

Three Word Wednesday- Stray Bullet -Part 5

Three Word Wednesday Prompts: 

Taboo, noun: prohibition, proscription, veto, interdiction, interdict, ban, restriction; adjective: forbidden, prohibited, banned, proscribed, interdicted, outlawed, illegal, illicit, unlawful, restricted, off limits; unmentionable, unspeakable, unutterable, unsayable, ineffable; rude, impolite.
Taut, adjective: tight, stretched, rigid, fraught, strained, stressed, tense, flexed, tense, hard, solid, firm, rigid, stiff.
Tattered, adjective: old and torn; in poor condition.

                                  Stray Bullet -Part 5

           I noted from a distance that the high school was like most in this country. It had been built in the baby boom time in the fifties and it showed its wear. A gray tattered brick building that sprawled over a half a block; I only hoped that the asbestos they used in a lot of the other buildings wasn’t present as well. Maybe I’d check into that later; after all at some point Stella-Marie would go to school her as this building housed grades six to twelve.

           As I pulled up to the high school I saw two ambulances arrive and I worried that this was more serious than I thought. Should I have brought some more cops? Did we have an active shooter?

         No, it couldn’t be that or Ms. Champlain would have informed me and so would have Penny in no uncertain terms. So why were two ambulances here? No better time to find out then the present I parked my car and darted over to the ambulance before it left.

“Sheriff Bullet?” a woman asked standing beside the first ambulance.

        The woman was knocked down gorgeous. Her hair fiery red and curly, hung in corkscrew natural ringlets about her face. Her eyes were blue like the prettiest summer sky. Her skin was pale and had the tiniest little freckles across the bridge of her nose. She had on a floral dress in a pattern of small poppies with a matching reddish orange jacket to cover her bare shoulders in the sundress. Matching flat sandals completed the look. Frankly I didn’t usually notice or care about fashion but this woman stirred something inside me. I shook myself; I was on the job; Stella-Marie and I were happy with Aunt Louise another woman in the mix would complicate things. Handle the task at hand and bury yourself in work; then go home and make a happy life for Stella-Marie. Stella-Marie was my priority, no one else.

“Ms. Champlain I presume.” I answered.
“This has been a horrendous morning. I’m glad you’re here,”she said tautly.
“Why are the ambulances here?”
“There were two incidents. First we found a baby in the staff room. It looks like someone has given birth there and since it wasn’t one of the staff, which only leaves one of the students. If that student gave birth in a dirty bathroom they need medical care... now!! Without proper medical care the mother may be in significant pain, may be bleeding internally, and is at risk of a serious least that’s what the paramedics said.”
“Is the baby alive?”
“Yes, the paramedics seem to think it’s a full term baby and healthy; but they’ll know better when they get it to the hospital. The student that overdosed though is in grave condition. If that wasn’t enough we found one of the students had overdosed in one the boy’s bathrooms. Someone is dealing a new drug in this school...a deadly drug the paramedics tell me. The boy might not even make it and I still have to call his parents.,”
“Is there a huge amount of drugs filed through this school?”
“There’s always drug dealing in every school no matter how much you try to keep the dealers out, and call it taboo,” Ms. Champlain answered defensively.
“I’m not blaming you there’s only so much that you can do. I just want to get to the bottom of this.”
“I think that it’s best you speak with our head security guard Nathan Ricci about the drugs in this school; but first I want to tell you the rumors about this baby.”
“Rumors...should I really put stock in high school rumors?”
“Normally I don’t but if there’s any factual basis for this rumor...”
“Tell me...”
“Right after the baby was found I overheard a bunch of girls talking about a pregnant teen,”
“Then you found the girl?”
“No, presently the young girls who gossiped, are in my office being grilled by the vice principal, Hiram Grim. Poor Hiram! I’ve had to insist for his protection that he always have another staff member present when with students so my secretary is also there. Despite his name Hiram is what the young girls consider a hottie. Hiram acted when he was young and has a lot of screen credits as Richard Grim so the students treat him like he’s a walking god,” Maggie prattled on seeming nervous and flustered, “And of course there’s also the aspect that they also said that the baby’s father was your dead deputy.
“Wait a minute; you speak of my dead deputy, Greg Barnes?”
“Yes, the rumor is he had an affair with one of the girls here. Now if I can just track down which one. She needs medical help.”
“That can’t be true.”
“Listen up, Sheriff Bullet.
“Call me Stray or G your choice,” I retorted.
“Fine then G, call me Maggie; but if there’s any chance your deputy did impregnate one of my teenage girls than that gives someone a motive for the killing. Doesn’t it? So help me find that girl.”
“Hey I’m not the enemy here. I’ll help you anyway I can. Finding this girl is a number one priority. After all she needs medical attention; but as for ferreting out this information on the pregnancy I think you have better access to the sources. I also need to find out who feeding drugs to the students and put a stop to it,” I exclaimed rubbing my hand through my hair in frustration.
A woman of about thirty years old but appearing much younger, wearing a yellow sundress and strappy matching yellow sandals  her long blonde hair perfectly curled and her make-up done expertly suddenly appeared at my elbow looking like she stepped off a magazine cover.. How had she gotten so close and I hadn’t even heard or seen her until now I wondered?
“Is she in the ambulance?” the woman asked.
“Whom, ma’am?”
“My step-daughter Alicia. She called me but the damn cell phone cut out. She said someone at first that I thought ridiculous. I mean where does a one hundred pound girl hide a full term baby? It was full term wasn’t it? Alicia insisted she’s keeping her son. I told her to call 911 but she probably forgot to charge her cell phone again.”
“Your step-daughter called you? Do you know where she was in the school?”
“You don’t know where she is? But the ambulance... why isn’t she in the ambulance? Is the baby alright?”
“Mrs. Jellnak we found the baby in the washroom but Alicia wasn’t there,” I answered.
“God damn that girl. I had to dress and do my make-up and hair before I came and of course I was groggy because we were at the mayor’s party last night until four a.m.”
“Alicia, ma’am; where could she be?” I prodded.
 “Alicia must have gone for help for herself. The call was pretty choppy. I don’t know why she couldn’t have handle this herself. She better not expect me to take care of this baby. I’m not cut out to be a mother. I’m a busy woman I’m supposed to get a dress for the charity ball that’s Friday night . I’m not sure she even heard me; but I think she said something about breaking,” the woman answered.

       What a stupid woman, so shallow and brainless. The poor kid with a step-mom like that I thought.

“Break could she have said breakroom?” Maggie asked.
“Maybe; like I don't know. I'm only her step-mom. I’ve only been her step-mom for like six weeks and I can't reach Donald. He’s her father he should handle this, not me.”

          Maggie instructed one of the ambulance attendants to come with her while the other attended the baby. We found Alicia on the teacher’s breakroom floor. She had lost blood and was found unconscious but in her hand was a note that told where here baby was and how much she loved him and his name Anton.

         The attendant radioed the other ambulance driver who brought the equipment and the baby. They then stabilized Alicia and with our assistance took both mom and baby to the waiting ambulance. The assured me that the hospital would radio me when she was stable enough to talk. I really needed to get to the bottom of this so I could confirm or deny that Greg Barnes was the father of a fourteen years old’s baby. Good lord, what kind of department had this police force been running and what other secrets could they hold that had gotten them killed?

         I then went to speak to the security guard who had discovered the overdosed student to get some of his insight.

©Sheilagh Lee June 22, 2016

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Rose Moon, Strawberry Moon

The Strawberry Moon occurs in the northern hemisphere on Monday the 20th of June 2016. The sun will rise at 4:45 a.m. and sunset will be at 10:34 p.m. but the moon turns on  
June 20 at 7:02 a.m. Eastern Standard Time,  It's the longest day of the year and Summer Solstice. Both of these will not coincide again until June 21, 2062 so enjoy tonight.

Rose Moon, Strawberry Moon 
Strawberry moon
A deceptive name
For it's amber
In its colour
Hot Moon, Honey Moon 
Long Night Moon
A Rose Moon by any other name
For Summer Solstice
Seventeen hours of sunlight
Followed by bright lit sky
The sun super high
The moon super low
Coexisting in one sky
Fragments of light
Across the spectrum
Creating amber glow
Filling the sky
With warmth
Bringing a feeling
Of peace and love
Look up, enjoy
For the Strawberry Moon
Will not be again nigh
Coinciding with Summer Solstice
Until June 21, 2062
So seek out its warm and guiding light
Let go of all the inner fight
Hold on to the peacefulness 
Of the night

Embrace the energy 
Dance and rejoice 
Eat and be merry
In the waning hours
Of the moon

                                                     ©Sheilagh Lee June 19, 2016

Sunday, June 5, 2016

D-Day 72 years later

D-Day 72 Years Later

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The sky was dark
The wind grew strong
5000 ships lay laden
With equipment and troops galore
Under heavy fire from guns
Whizzing over head 
Into burden limbs
Shells landing
Bursting through bodies
Blood and bodies lining the waters
A cacophony of sound
Reverberated through the hearts and minds
As the overloaded boats  
Overlooking sanding beaches
Once the crown vacation spots of Europe
156,000 American, British and Canadian forces
Landed on five beaches in Normandy
Some killed before they reached the coast
Drowned with all equipment on
Their boats short of their goal
Others fought to swim to shore
Losing guns and equipment to survive
The big guns picking some of them off
Some still bravely made to shore
Shores mined, covered with wooden stakes
Metal tripods and barbed wire
Tanks and men on foot
The troops trying to clear them
Most difficult and dangerous
Added to the pain and horror
Two battalions of Germans
And a Panzer division
Awaited the Canadians on Juno beach
The Royal Winnipeg Rifles and
The Queen’s Own Rifles of Canada
Fought strong and hard
Casualties amongst them highest
In the opening waves of battle
The Queen's Own Rifles of Canada
And all our Canadian troops
Scrapped, tussled and clashed
As did all the other troops
Proving their mettle
They reached their D-Day objectives

The Canadians took 
Juno, and so the villages needed too
They made us truly proud
Canadian landings on Juno Beach
One of the most successful
But we never forget
The sacrifice of those
Who gave their all
So we could end the war
To have peace again
And enjoy the fruits of life
So on this day 72 years later
We remember their sacrifice
And every day
For their love of country
And home they forfeited
Peace of mind, fear and life

We shall never forgetImage result for d'day- Juno beach
Their sacrifice 

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And remember them forever
American, English and Canadian

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One and all
Forever more

 ©Sheilagh Lee June 6, 2016
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