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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 20, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 19

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 19

Intimate, adjective: closely acquainted; familiar, close; (of a place or setting) having or creating an informal friendly atmosphere; used euphemistically to indicate that a couple is having a sexual relationship; involving very close connection; private and personal; (of knowledge) detailed; thorough.

Jagged, adjective: having rough, sharp points protruding.

Thirst, noun: a feeling of needing or wanting to drink something; lack of the liquid needed to sustain life; a strong desire for something; verb: (of a person or animal) feel a need to drink something; have a strong desire for something.



Home for Christmas - Part 19

    My head hurt as I struggled to wake up. I tried to pull my hand up to pull the hair from my eyes, my wrists hurt. My eyes popped open and I realized I was bound hand and foot to a chair. I looked around the room. I appeared to be in a log cabin.

“Good, you’re awake,” James stated, “I'm sure you're thirsty would you like a drink?”
I looked at him incredulously was he kidding with this calm demeanor? Then I realized getting angry would get me nowhere, but I needed to know where I was and what his explanation for this behaviour was, “Where are we? What’s going on, James?”
 “You’re in my dad’s cabin outside of Thunder Bay.”
 “I repeat, what are you doing, James?”
“Nothing,” James answered.
“So I’m not tied to a chair?” I asked trying to sound calm even though I trembled with fear and anger . James had drugged and tied me up...why? Had he lost his mind?
“Okay, something, but I had to tie you up so you’d listen to me,” James answered.
“James I’d always listen to you. I care about you,” I replied.
“I knew you cared. So you’ll hear me out and you’ll forgive me for what happened? It really wasn’t my fault.”

Wasn’t his fault? What had James done? I wondered.

“What happened, James?”
“Do you remember August when we were together? I asked you to marry me and you said no.”
“I know I did. I wasn’t sure about marrying you. I thought I still had feelings for Kyle and I told you that,” I replied sympathetically.
You don’t understand, my life is so meaningless without you in it every day.  Everything is gray and lifeless. After you told me you couldn’t see me anymore, my work suffered and fathered noticed. 
“I’m sorry, James. I’m so sorry I hurt you,” I answered sincerely. I’d obviously hurt him more than I could have ever imagined. He’d lost his reason and brought me here and tied me up because he feared losing me again. 
“I wanted you to be happy. I really did. I love you Melanie, more than my own life. So I followed that saying you know the one...if you love something let it go and it will come back to you and you did,” James continued.
“I don’t understand, James, if you love me why am I tied up? You don't tie up someone you love,” I reasoned.
“I had to make you listen to me before you misjudged me and left me again. I let you go, but then I couldn’t get out of bed and Derek told father. They hospitalized me and when I finally came home after two months Derek watched me day and night. Derek caught me following you and he threatened to tell my doctor. I couldn’t let him keep me from you. I had to protect you.”

  This was worse than I had imagined. I’d driven him to insanity, he’d stalked me and I had no idea.  I was his prisoner! His obsession. I was obviously in grave danger from him. I had to appeal to his love for me. That would keep me safe.

“You always protect me, that is why I care about you,” I replied appealing to his love for me.
“I knew you still cared about me,” James answered smiling.

   I breathed a sigh of relief, but how could I get him to untie me? Make him comfortable and let him talk. Yes, that would work. It had to.

“So you fired Derek? Didn’t he tell your dad?”
James ignored my questions and continued, “I went to your apartment and I almost missed you. But I found you driving your car and all your belongings away. I didn’t know you’d lost your job. I thought you were going after him.”
“I headed home.”
“Yes, I know that now,” James answered.
“So is there more to this?” I asked motioning my wrists that were tied and moving my ankles slightly
“Well yes, but you know it really wasn’t my fault and I'm not about to untie you yet not until you hear me out. I followed you to that hotel the Wyndham Regina and took a room next to yours for the night. When I went down to breakfast I saw you go in and I held back so you didn’t see me and then I saw him...Kyle Danvers.”
“You were there?”
“Yes, I repeated my mantra that you should be happy. That you needed to see if you still had feelings for him...”
“James, I’m so sorry you saw that, but you didn’t have to tie me up to tell me you followed me and saw me with Kyle. It’s okay, I forgive, I’m not leaving you. Now please untie me.”
James looked troubled frowned and then continued, “There’s more Mel. I saw Kyle kiss you.”
“Just because you saw Kyle kissed me doesn’t mean you had to drug my hot chocolate and bring me here and tie me up. That happened weeks ago and I don’t feel anything for him accept pity that someone murdered him,” I protested angrily.
“I saw how Kyle treated you not like the treasure you are but like a doll you can play with and put aside.”
Please untie me,I pleaded.
I'm sorry, here I'll untie your feet to prove how much I love and trust you.

 James then untied my feet cutting the rope with a jagged pocket knife he pulled from his pants. he rubbed my ankle intimately as if to make the blood flow better. 

“What about my hands?” I asked.
Soon,James said,Once I'm sure you won't leave me.
“I won't leave you. James you know Kyle didn’t love me. People who love you don’t talk to you like that or treat you like that.”
“No they don’t. My dad treated me like that. He paraded me out in front of his business associates and then as soon as they were gone, he’d forget I was even there.  He’d beat my mother and she’d take it and take it. But one day she couldn’t take it anymore and she killed herself.”
“You told me that your mother had died, but I thought she’d died from cancer,” I stated.
“I couldn’t tell you that she’d taken her own life.”
“I’m so sorry that you lost your mother that way, James,” I answered, meaning every word of it.
“She was like you Melanie; beautiful, kind and sweet. See,” James said sticking a tattered well-worn picture in my face that he took out of his wallet.

   I stared at the picture and gulped it could have been a picture of me.

“You are both so lovely and loving. I couldn’t let Kyle take advantage of your goodness,” James said.
“You couldn’t let Kyle take advantage of me?” I puzzled.
“I killed Kyle, but I didn’t mean to frame you. That was Derek's fault,” James admitted.

To be continued.
©Sheilagh Lee  May 20, 2015

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 18

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 18

Clean, adjective: washed, scrubbed, cleansed, cleaned; spotless, unsoiled, unstained, unsullied, unblemished, immaculate, pristine, dirt-free; hygienic, sanitary, disinfected, sterilized, sterile, aseptic, decontaminated; laundered; informal squeaky clean, as clean as a whistle; blank, empty, clear, plain; unused, new, pristine, fresh, unmarked; pure, clear, fresh, crisp, refreshing; unpolluted, uncontaminated; virtuous, good, upright, upstanding; honorable, respectable, reputable, decent, righteous, moral, exemplary; innocent, pure, chaste.

Fleshy, adjective: plump, chubby, portly, fat, obese, overweight, stout, corpulent, full-figured, heavyset, paunchy, well padded, well covered, well upholstered, rotund; tubby, pudgy, beefy, porky, roly-poly, blubbery, corn-fed.

Pierce, verb: penetrate, puncture, perforate, prick, lance; stab, spike, stick, impale, transfix, bore through, drill through; hurt, wound, pain, sting, sear, grieve, distress, upset, trouble, harrow, afflict; affect, move. 


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Home for Christmas - Part 18

      “I didn’t kill Kyle Danvers. I didn’t,” Celina protested as the baliff put on the cuffs.
“Of course you didn’t,” I replied oddly enough I believed it.
     “Oh thank goodness you still believe in me,” Celina replied as the guards took her away.
    “I’ll come and get you out soon Celina. Until then say nothing to anyone,” my mother cautioned shouting after her.
      “You do believe her mom don’t you?” I asked.
    “I won’t discuss this with you, even if I didn’t I would still defend Celina. She’s become like a daughter to me.”
     “Mom can we discuss this outside in the car? This does involve me too.”
     “Fine let’s go. I have to get to the jail anyway.”

     We walked to the car and my mom went to get in the driver’s seat but I said, “I’ll drive,” I said. “You talk...tell me why they arrested Celina.”
    “Celina was at the motel. She broke into a number of the motel rooms and took a number of things from them. They believe that she surprised Kyle and she shot him.”
    “But where would she have gotten the gun and why would she have dumped the gun outside my motel room,” I asked.
    “I don’t know any of the answers to those questions before I talk to Celina but they found your credit card in her shoe.”
     “What? How come you never told me?”
    “I didn’t want to prejudice you against Celina,” my mom explained.
    “I care about Celina too. Is there a chance you can get her out of this?”
   “I’m going to get her out of this it’s all circumstantial evidence and there’s no proof that that the man with Angela didn’t commit this crime. I don’t know how they came to the conclusion that he didn’t. I need more information to mount a defense and I’m going to get it,” my mother replied.
    “I know you will mom. That man should pay for his crimes. Celina has been through enough and getting to know Celina she may be a little reluctant to talk about herself but I know she’s not guilty.”
    “Drop me here. You won’t be able to come into the jail. I’ll take a taxi back to the hotel. Why don’t you go back to the hotel and see if you can spend some more time with that nice young man James?” my mother said.
      “I’d like that,” I replied.

      I let my mother out of the car and then called James.

      “I’m free want to have lunch?” I asked.
     “Sure, but why don’t we have a nice lunch in my room then we can head over to the skating rink,” James replied.

     I arrived at the hotel parked the car and went to James’ room. Entering the room I noticed a table set with candles, tablecloth and gold cutlery. Domed dishes were adorning it. James smiled and revealed lobster, rice and seasoned green beans. Under the smaller domed dishes he revealed cherry cheese cake. My mouth watered just looking at it. James pulled out my chair and I sat down and dug in. The food was delicious and we made short work of it.

     “We should work off all these calories,” James said.

     I blushed. 

    “That would be nice, but I meant skating,” James said.
    “That would be fun.” I answered, “Give me a few minutes to change.”

    I went to my room and put on warm clothes and joined James. We drove his rental car to the skating rink and parked the car and then rented skates. We skated together, James skating backwards pulling me unfortunately James hit a rough patch in the rink and we went spiraling head or heels. The skate pierced the fleshy part of his ankle but it was a small cut and he just dabbed it cleaning it quickly.My cell phone went into a snow pile and James went flying into another skater and broke the screen shattering into pieces. I picked up my cell phone and began to dry it off when my cell phone rang.

    “Celina you’re not at the hotel; are you with James?” my mother asked immediately.
I answered “Yes.”
     “James’ dad is here.”

     This wouldn’t make James happy, why was his father here? I looked over at James.

      “Something wrong?” he asked.

     “No,” I lied and tried to continue to listen to my mother on the phone. My mother said something, but the call was garbled like the signal was weak and then suddenly it dropped. I tried to call my mom back, but she must have been in a dead zone or her phone had died, or maybe my phone was wetter than I thought because I was unable to reach her. Whatever my mom wanted to tell me would wait. So James’ dad was there so what he could wait; we would have an amazing afternoon together celebrating my freedom and then we could face James’ dad and find out whatever he wanted. My mom would soon have Celina free. I trusted her. Mom would nail the killer that stupid brother-in-law of Angela's he wouldn't get away with trying to frame Celina.


    “Let’s get some hot chocolate then head back to the hotel,” James said after an hour.
    “Okay,” I answered.

James took off his skates so fast I couldn’t believe it; I still scrambled to get off mine.

   “Why don’t you wait here take off your skates and I’ll bring the hot chocolate back to you?” James said.
     “Okay,” I answered.

    I waited a few more minutes with my skates off and James came back about ten minutes later with two hot chocolates. I shivered, the hot chocolate would be very welcome. I sipped deeply finding it oddly the exact temperature I liked, if somewhat bitter. I greedily drank it down finding it warming me up inside. We got in the car and I found myself unusually tired.

    “I can hardly keep my eyes open,” I commented.
   “Must be all that exercise stress and fresh air.” James answered, “Why don’t you close your eyes for a few moments. I’ll wake you up at the hotel.”

   I agreed and closed my eyes falling into a deep sleep. 

To be continued.
©Sheilagh Lee  May 13, 2015

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.  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
                                                                          




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, May 6, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 17

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 17

Hauntingly, adjective: poignant and evocative; difficult to ignore or forget.

Impulse, noun: a sudden strong and unreflective urge or desire to act; the tendency to act impulsively; a driving or motivating force; an impetus; a pulse of electrical energy; a brief current.

Linger, verb: stay in a place longer than necessary, typically because of a reluctance to leave; (linger over) spend a long time over (something); be slow to disappear or die.



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Home for Christmas - Part 17

“They found your car abandoned near Toronto. There was no sign of Angela or the kids.
“Great, I hope they find Angela and the kids safe,”I commented.
“They will. He whoever he is, can't linger anywhere hiding them forever. Meanwhile your court case...I received a call from the court your preliminary hearing starts this morning.”
“Can you get me off mom?”
“Melanie I know my career. Being a lawyer isn't an impulse I was one before becoming a judge.  There is more than enough evidence that you couldn’t have committed the crime. We’re supposed to receive some of the evidence just before the court today as well. Don’t worry, you’ll be completely clear by the end of today with Celina’s testimony. We need to get going though, the court expects us by 10 a.m.”
“Don’t worry Melanie. I’m testifying you’ll get kicked loose,” Celina reassured.
“Thank-you, Celina.”
“What are you some kind of guy magnet? That Scotty seemed to like you too,” Celina commented.
“How do you know that? You didn’t go to the hospital.”
“It’s just a guess.” Celina said, “You’re one of those women that have no idea how gorgeous you are. You think you’re passable, when you wind men up to insanity just by looking at you.”
“Celina, I don’t need the boost, but thanks for the big lie,” I answered.

Celina just rolled her eyes and went to get her coat. My mother’s phone rang she took the call and when she hung up she told us, “They’ve found Angela and the kids and the man who was with her.”
“They did? Are the kids okay? Is Angela? Who was he?”
“Angela and the children are safe but bruised and battered. He’s Angela’s brother-in-law. It seems he thought he should automatically inherit his brother’s wife and family on his death.”
“That’s barbaric.” I commented, “Where would he get a ridiculous idea like that?”
“Who knows? Angela claims he took her and the children, prisoners and forced her to drug you so she could steal your credit cards and car. He shot Scotty because he tried to stop him from taking Angela and the kids, but she says she knows nothing about Kyle’s shooting.”
“Kyle must have tried to stop him and he shot and killed Kyle,” I commented.
“That sounds about right,” my mom answered, “We’d better hurry or will earn the judge’s censor and that won’t get your case dismissed.

We arrived at the court and we then stood for the judge and court began. My mother’s assistant snuck in to mom and passed her some papers. My mother read them and turned pale, Celina standing behind her looked over her shoulder and hauntingly, paled as well. 

I wondered what had brought about this when the Crown attorney stood up and in a clear voice said, “The Crown would like to put forth an application to set aside the charges against Melanie Danvers and bring forth new charges against Celina Davidovich in the first degree, for the murder of Kyle Danforth.


To be continued
©Sheilagh Lee  May 5, 2015

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 16

Three Word Wednesday- Home For Christmas-Part 16

Bitter, adjective: having a sharp, pungent taste or smell; not sweet; (of people or their feelings or behavior) angry, hurt, or resentful because of one's bad experiences or a sense of unjust treatment; (of a conflict, argument, or opponent) full of anger and acrimony; (often used for emphasis) painful or unpleasant to accept or contemplate; (of wind, cold, or weather) intensely cold.

Glorious, adjective: having, worthy of, or bringing fame or admiration; having a striking beauty or splendor that evokes feelings of delighted admiration.

Stumble, verb: trip or momentarily lose one's balance; almost fall; [with adverbial of direction] trip repeatedly as one walks; make a mistake or repeated mistakes in speaking; (stumble across/on/upon) find or encounter by chance.


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Home for Christmas - Part 16

   “Scotty’s awake. How is he?” I asked.
   “Bruised and battered, but on the mend according to his mother and doctor. Scotty doesn’t remember who shot him. He might never remember who shot him.”
   “Damn, poor Scotty. Then I’m not in the clear either?” I asked bitterly.
  “Not yet. Scotty wants to see you though. His mother says his very agitated and won’t rest until he sees you,”my mother claimed.
  “I’d love to go see him but won’t that violate my bail?”
  “I’ve already spoken to a judge and the crown attorney and have permission to escort you to go see Scotty.”
  “I’m surprised his mother will allow it,” I commented.
  “She doesn’t believe you killed Kyle, or shot Scotty.”
  “Mom you don’t have to lie to me.”
  “We’ll discuss this in the car,” Mom said.

   In the car I pressed my mom again for her little white lie.

  “I’m not lying. She believes it was her daughter’s ex-husband who has now taken her daughter and grandchildren prisoner. She believes she can finally get the police to issue a belated Amber alert for the grandchildren,” my mother answered.
  “Does she know they took my car?”
 “Yes and I told her we had issued a stolen car memo on it with the police. She’s hoping that they will find them before he does something or they stumble upon him and he hurts her daughter or grandchildren.”
  “Who is this man? They claim her husband is dead.”
  “I know, that Melanie. I have a private investigator investigating the reported death, hopefully they’ll get to the bottom of this then we can prove he was behind all this.”

   Silence fell between us and I started to think about James and our conversation last night. I had complained offhand about my mother and James had said that I was really lucky that my mother had come when I called. She loved me enough to bail me out give up her judgeship all for me. He told me I was ungrateful and I knew he was correct. She’s been kind to me as well, he added. She has? I had asked. He said that I was so used to her kindnesses that I hadn’t noticed how she had included him at Christmas and had been kind to him at every turn. I apologized and James told me I was lucky my mother was still alive. James spoke of how his mother had died when he was four years old. How his world had been darker without his mother. His composure had slipped, as he spoke of how cold his father was. I commented that it was obvious his father cared about him given that he had spied on James with his valet/manservant Derek. James grew angry and told me that I was mistaken and that his father had controlled him. I tried to argue that his father cared about him and he grew even angrier telling me of how his father had punished him as a child locking him in a closet.  I was appalled and I felt stupid for doubting James. I had apologized, hugged him and he had seemed to appreciate my apology, but I felt stupid for being such a bad judge of character. I’d have to make it up to James for he had been nothing but kind to me, never doubting my innocence and professing his undying glorious love. Why couldn’t I seem to feel the same way? I cared about him but it wasn't love yet. Would it ever be?

   Arriving at the hospital my thoughts were interrupted as we exited the car and went to Scotty’s hospital room. Outside his room Scotty’s mom embraced me and then took me into Scotty’s bedside.

  “Finally you’re here. You have to keep safe Melanie. He shot me and killed Kyle.”
  “Who killed Kyle, Scotty?”
  “I...I don’t remember what he looks like but I know it wasn’t you. Don’t let him hurt you.”
  “No one will harm my daughter, Scotty. We’ll protect her.”
 “Good...I’m tired. I’m going to close my eyes for a few moments,” Scotty said groggily.

   Scotty then closed his eyes falling into a deep sleep.

 “Thank goodness you came, Melanie.” Scotty’s mother said, “He’s been agitated since he woke up. He kept asking for you. Thank-you for putting his mind at ease.”
 “Will he be okay?”
 “As I told your mother, dear, the doctor says he’ll slowly get better but he may never remember who shot him. Frankly I’m sorry he remembers any of it maybe he’d be better off not remembering,” Scotty’s mom replied.
  “We’ll be going now. If Scotty wants to see Melanie again you’ll have to call me first. Unfortunately, because she’s out on bail for this crime I have to have the courts permission for her to see him.”
 “If he remembers anything I’ll call you first, Nancy,” Scotty’s mom said.
“Thank-you Marsha. I hope Scotty gets better soon.”

  We then left the hospital getting into the rental car. I took the wheel as my mother received a call on her cell phone.

  “What? Where?”
  “What’s going on, mom?” I asked and she waved me off.

      She then listened to the conversation and then said goodbye hanging up the cell.

  “They found your car abandoned near Toronto. There was no sign of Angela or the kids.”

©Sheilagh Lee  April 29, 2015
to be continued.