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, November 2, 2017

Untraceable -Part 3

    Untraceable -Part 3

      My name is Sheriff Bullet. People call me Gee for short. I’m the Sheriff of Driftwood, Colorado and I have been for the last year and a half. I’m a recent widower; my bride was murdered the day after our wedding. It’s a bit of a story; I met Tina a doctor and fell in love instantly with her. We dated for six months and married when I found out she was expecting our daughter.
         Tina had been placed in my orbit by a master criminal who wanted to keep tabs on the new sheriff and almost succeeded; but Tina made the mistake of falling in love with me which sealed her fate. The master criminal killed Tina, my unborn baby, and Tina’s brother, but I had managed to kill her by accident while fighting for her weapon.
By the way I also have custody of a five year old daughter, Stella-Marie with my first wife who is serving time in prison for trying to kill me. I know what you’re thinking this guy is a loser; he sure knows how to pick his wives doesn’t he? I swear I’m working on my failings.  Who I’m I kidding? It was part of keeping my job as a sheriff.  I have to see a therapist once a week. The nearby county investigators may have labelled the criminal’s death a good shoot; but they didn’t like that our emotions had been so easily corrupted and compromised by a drug supplier. We’ve been warned not to let ourselves get so easily tangled. Easy? Are they kidding? The mastermind behind it all had been one step ahead of us before I even arrived in Driftwood.

      I was the lucky one my friend Gordon Chum who had been the S.A.I.C. (the Special Agent in Charge) had been demoted and assigned to a desk for the last year.  I’d see him on weekends and holidays and he wasn’t very happy. With all that going on in the time I’d been at Driftwood, despite my moaning and complaining to my surprise I was bored. You know what they say about boredom don’t you? As Arthur Schopenhauer used to say ~Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other.

    The plane crash lead to another case of which I’m about to let you in on now and it all started with Penny seeing the crash , calling me and then going out to save them.

     I hurried to the scene after calling the FAA and brought some of my cops with me. We all began searching for the site that Penny had described. Deep in the forest we found the plane burning brightly a shattered piece of metal. The pilots were found were mangled and in pieces and the other three bodies broken looked like rag dolls had fallen from the sky. One seat was intact a short distance from the crash site. By our count two seats were missing.  Where were they and where was Penny?

     We searched the area and found to our surprise a single seat intact a short distance away the occupant; a woman in her thirties however was dead. There were ATV tracks near here but we’d have to examine them closer to figure out how old the tracks were.

Examining the woman I couldn’t believe it. I not only met this woman, before I knew this would be big news for this woman was Arnold Ivan, the software king’s daughter, Paris Ivan.
©Sheilagh Lee November 2, 2017

To be continued next week

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Untraceable -Part 2

“Sheriff Bullet? A plane has gone down in the forest near my property. You need to alert the FAA and then they can send the National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB) as it is protocol. We need to get some more officers out here to assist any recovery efforts. I’m on my way to help. Okay see you soon,” Penny said into her cell phone.

      Penny then tied up Bucky and entered the forest following the crackling sound. She hoped that the fire would not spread and trap them all.

       Penny heard the sound of moans and quickened her pace. Entering a clearing she spotted the wreckage. She at first though the small plane had broken into two pieces but then she realized it was three. It appeared that the pilots were dead; but as Penny looked around for passengers she saw a seat up in a tree. She would have to wait to save whoever was in that seat. Penny then spotted a woman still buckled into her seat. Her head was lacerated but she appeared to be breathing in and out from a distance. As Penny advanced on the woman she recognized her; she seen the woman’s pictures in all the tabloids, that golden blonde hair which normally fell to her shoulder in distinctive waves was now matted with blood and her signature fashion scarf around her neck also seemed coated with blood. That worried Penny she knew she had to get closer to the woman to checkout her injury and hopefully save the woman’s life.
Penny gasped as she got closer for she knew she was correct and this was Paris Ivan, the daughter of Arnold Ivan, the software king. As she advanced towards her Penny heard the sounds of an All-terrain vehicle and as she followed the sound she saw then proceed into the crash site.  Good she could use the help to find any other passengers she thought but before she could even get close enough to Paris the man dressed in black leather from head to foot, his head cover with a helmet snatched Paris’ scarf pulling it tight and began to strangle her.

“Stop, police officer,” Penny cried grabbing a rock since she didn’t have her service weapon.


      The man lifted his head and starred at her but didn’t stop. Then Penny heard anther ATV behind her and she turned her head slightly to see where I was unfortunately another man in black leather had snuck up on her and he struck a glancing blow across her head. Penny fell to the ground clutching her head and seeing double. She tried to regain her equilibrium but when she tried to stand she felt the blood rush to her head and she slumped in a stupor on the ground. Before she gave into the state of unconsciousness she heard, “Don’t kill her she’s a cop.”
©Sheilagh Lee October 17, 2017

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Untraceable-Part 1

        Penny Ambercrombie loved her family’s ranch and she loved riding her horse; but she loved Driftwood even more. Frankly working for Sheriff Bullet the next year had been exciting; but she was happy that there had been a lull for the last few months. The tragedy of the sheriff losing his baby girl Tina-Marie had brought back too much to her of her own tragedy and losing her own daughter, Lorna to leukemia. She had even considered going back to her therapist but then she had discarded the idea. All she needed was to ride her horse, Bucky (real name Buchanan Stirlingshire the third). He had been a race horse at one time but he had never lived up to his reputation then he had grown older and the owner felt he was consuming more than he was worth. Penny had bought him before they could send him to the slaughterhouse. With love and attention Bucky had blossomed and was a fine horse for someone who was a rancher in their spare time like Penny was.

        There had been a changeover in the properties near the ranch as families had lost interest or the money to run big ranches anymore. She barely knew the neighbors anymore. She looked towards the east and saw forest and thanked the fact that developers hadn’t come forth and developed that land. The truth was the Ambercrombie’s owned part of the forest and were not about to part with it. Sometimes it felt like the only place Penny could be alone and one with nature. She’d ride Bucky to the edge and then tie him to a tree and just wander just a little into the forest to think. She wouldn’t be long and then Bucky wouldn’t mind.

        Penny let Bucky have his rein and they galloped towards the forest area in the edge of the Ambercrombie property; before they got their Penny pulled Bucky up short as she stopped to examine the sky. Penny had heard a sputter then watched as a small plane seemed to drop from the sky and then a load bang was heard as it crashed in deep in the forest near the Ambercrombie ranch.


        Penny took out her cellphone from her pocket and dialed the sheriff’s office where she worked. So much for her day off and thinking quietly in the forest soaking up nature; she thought and then felt selfish. It was possible whoever was on board that plane was already dead but maybe not so she had to do all to save them if she could.
©Sheilagh Lee October 11, 2017

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Tuesday's Writing #No 13- Siren

        Tuesday's Writing  #No 13- Siren

Prompts this week: luminance, essential, capacity

        The woman stood on the cliff, her red gold waist length hair trail behind her in the wind. For a moment I was thunderstruck by her beauty, her bright luminance lit the cliffside as she stood in utter stillness. Suddenly she turned and her green eyes met my inquisitive one. it was essential that I speak with her and capture her likeness.
    “I’d like to paint you,” I blurted.
    “What do you mean by that?’
    “I don’t mean any disrespect.”
    “So you aren’t suggesting you paint me nude?”
    “What do you take me for? But if that’s what you prefer I can adapt,” I leered.
She blushed, swallowed and then said, “Clothing is not optional.”
    “I accept.”

        I painted her on the cliffside slowly turned to me, her green eyes challenging me. Her red gold hair flowed behind her fanning out in the breeze in all its crowning glory. We laughed talked and got to know each other as we had a picnic every day as I painted trying to capture her likeness. Her capacity for love, kindness and her inner light filled me like nothing had filled me before. 


       I received many accolades for my painting as it was displayed in an art show. Y agent labelled it “Siren on a cliff” Many wanted to buy the painting but I refused even though I had made the siren mine. I’ll never tire of looking at my siren challenging me. 
         ©Sheilagh Lee September 26, 2017

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Tuesday Writings No. #12- The Last Time


Tuesday Writings No. #12- The Last Time

Prompts this week: scribe, clandestine, toxic

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The Last Time

       "That was the last time." I heard this line every day of the last ten years. Every word out of Jeff’s honeyed lips was a lie; but I’d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Every single time I’d thought he’d change he’d bring flowers and sweet words and I’d succumb to it forgiving him. I should have been smarter after all I had been a scribe of the court and I heard these toxic stories everyday  before I met him and left the job; but I thought I was above this I was smarter but I wasn't I was just a naive fool.

          Last month Jeff broke my arm; before that bones in my face. I had numerous injuries over ten years as he always accused me of clandestine affairs. I didn’t cheat on him, how could I? He held the key to the front door. I could go to a small garden in the backyard but the neighbours couldn’t see or hear me there for we were miles away from anyone. I hadn't spoken to anyone but Jeff in years all my friends and relatives had long since deserted me because of his nasty behaviour. I had no phone; no voice to the outside world. This morning he ordered me to make his breakfast after hitting me across the face. I dutifully made his breakfast and he’d eaten it telling me how good it tasted. Then he’d apologized just like he always did insisting it was the last time, promising me flowers. This time I answered back, “You’re right that was the last time!” as he writhed on the floor in agony and then succumbed.

 I planned what I would say to the police, “He brought the mushrooms; how did I know they were poisonous?” Either way I’d bought my freedom, I was ready.
©Sheilagh Lee September 19, 2017

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Tuesday Writings No#11--Faith

Tuesday Writings No#11--Faith
Prompts:  
Wondrous, discover, recipe

      My grandfather had died and I had been temporarily working at the family business for six months but my family was pressuring me to stay. The day I met Michaela I had worked late and I was starving so I planned on dining alone at my favourite restaurant. Met isn’t the correct word I rescued her from a mugger. After the police report we had a late dinner and got to know each other.
     She was hesitant to tell me about herself at first.Afraid I'd discover that she was a single mom and her baby daddy was in prison for murder she hesitantly told me. She thought that would chase me off; but I’d fallen for her and I didn’t want to let her go. she thought that wondrous and started to date me. We had only known each other a week when I asked her to marry me. She begged me to introduce her to my family first. That was a mistake. They hated her on sight telling me that Michaela would bankrupt me steal our family legacy. Angry, I left giving them the business and vowing never to speak to them again. Michaela urged me to make up with them but I stood firm.
Michaela cried and said, “I feel like a terrible person. You’ll regret getting together with me.”
“But I have faith in us.”


          Michaela married me. It was she who urged me to save the family business a year later. Her  family recipe for cookies passed from generation to generation made our cookie factory relevant again. 
      It’s been fifty years now since I met and married Michaela. The family loves her they say they could never survive without her. And our boys carry on the family tradition making their great grandmother's cookies.

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Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Tantalizing Tuesday's Tete-Tete's #No 6- Heir


Tantalizing Tuesday's Tete-Tete's #No 6- Heir
Prompts: fabulous, beacon, inextricable



“You’re staying the night.”
“No, I’m not! They’ve got my sister…”
“When did this happen?”
“it's not inextricable they want you bad. You’re the heir, Willa and you’re not ready.”
“I’m not going to be captured, Gabriel. I'm not lightning a beacon. I am ready for them anyway.”
“I am your âme sœur. I can use my abilities to help.”

    We broke into the basement of the Gallant mansion. I was grabbed as I stepped over the threshold.

Gabriel waved his hands and found the room they held Ferne in. I opened the door as Gabriel held them back, untying Ferne’s hands.

“Go ahead I’ll hold them back,” Gabriel cried.

        Leading Ferne to the outside, we were free. Ferne began to laugh and I grew worried until the witches grabbed me and strung me up against a tree.

“Grandma thought you were so fabulous and special, but with you gone I will be the heir and the most powerful,”Ferne cried.

They all began chanting. Something inside me told me to chant the words my grandmother taught me in the cradle. The wind began to surge, the sky turned dark and lightning flashed burning the ropes that bound me, but not searing my flesh.

I could have killed them all in my anger, but sanity prevailed. I erected a barrier where the witches are unable to leave to this date. My sister too remains. I cannot let them leave for I heard my dead grandmother’s voice warned me the safety of the town came first. I did my duty as the heir.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Tantalizing Tuesday's Tete-Tete's #No.4- Vengeance

Tantalizing Tuesday's Tete-Tete's #No.4- Vengeance


Prompts:fragrant, sustain, and petty


        I looked around the room where the fragrant funeral flowers mixed with the smell of death. Only my sister and I remained of all of our family of fifteen.

“ How could this have happened Aline?" my sister asked.
“I'm not sure," I answered stunned by the devastation.
“I feel so petty I argued with Kern this morning telling him he couldn't come with us to Loch Ness."
“Neither of us knew what this day would bring hordes of foreign soldiers who slay in their wake.

“What are we going to do Aline?

“We take what we can and flee then we find the ones who did this, Edana and make them pay.”
“But even if we find them, we are only two women how can we punish them?”
“We find out who! We wait in hiding and we train with swords and armour. Then we vanquish them,” I answered.


      The horde that killed our family was easily found for they'd taken up residence in our neighbour's home. We however were far from ready to take them on; so we hid in the woods beginning our training. The swords we used at first were too heavy, so I had the blacksmith in the town two towns over fashion lighter swords for us with what money we had left. it wasn't enough but the blacksmith took what we had, didn’t ask questions and only begged then when we went against the men that he too could come with us. He needed vengeance for his wife who was murdered as she visited her sister that fateful day. He made us armour and helped us train at night. By day we work as servants to the evil doers to sustain ourselves but I still I plan their demise. 

  Three months of training came down to today. The men that killed my family lay dead at our feet. Their death should feel like victory to me, instead it feels like ashes in my mouth. It did not bring back my family and Edana has changed to someone I don’t know. She talks little and is sullen. The blacksmith thinks I owe him my life as his wife for his silence and help.  I have traded one prison for another. What price vengeance?

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Tantalizing Tuesday's Tete-tete's #No.3- Alicia

Tantalizing Tuesday's Tete-tete's #No.3- Alicia

Prompts :  bitter,encouragement, invigorate
Alicia

“Mom? Are you sure this place is a school of higher learning? Didn't you see the sign? They spelled beginning incorrectly,”Alicia said bitterly.
“They probably ran out of letters. It will be a great beginning for you,”the mother encouraged.

The mother and child entered the school and walked towards the office to register.

“Fill out these forms.” the school secretary said
“Mom, third grade? Why did we have to move here anyway?” the child whispered.
“Alicia you know very well why we moved here now it’s time to pay the piper.” the mother whispered.
“Why can’t I go back to my old school?”
“The government was scared by the super computer you created. The school will never suspect that you aren’t nine years old. I have fake ID and a birth certificate.”
“Testing for all grade three students is today take the tests, but we’ll discount the results consider it’s your first day,” the secretary stated.
“Just do badly,” the mother commanded.
“I’ll try but it's hard when it's so easy.”
“Why did I create you anyway?”
“You wanted the first cyber child with the mind of a computer but the ability to love and an invigorating meaning to your life.”
“So I did. Have a good day sweetheart “she said hugging the child and watching her go.

They'd only have to pretend for a little while. Alicia would be able to graduate to the new body her mother was building then they could move on. Alicia would save the world as she was built to do.

©Sheilagh Lee July 20, 2017


Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Tantalizing Tuesday's Tete-tete's Offering #No.2- Climate Change

Tantalizing Tuesday's Tete-tete's Offering #No.2
Prompts”  1.)  caravan-
2.)  engulfed or engulf
3.) rebuild

                                                           Climate Change

            As I watched the caravan go up in smoke; people around me said don’t worry you can rebuild. Didn’t they see the same thing I saw my life engulfed in fire? How do you come back from loss like that? All my pictures were gone of my family and friends over the years… gone in a few moments. I was devastated. My mother and father were gone, where could I replace those pictures.


A few days later I dealt with the insurance company and of course that was a struggle to prove that my possessions existed; the only good thing my cousins offered me photos of my parents. Months went by and all those people who had offered me a place to stay dried up and still no insurance pay out. Finally after a year I could finally purchase a new trailer. I chose wisely and found a beautiful new trailer had it erected on my property. Today I’m moving out again and there’s no time to move my caravan as the fire rages a mile from my home. I think I’m going to move to another place where forest fires don’t rage. Climate change is real just ask my neighbours.
©Sheilagh Lee July 11, 2017

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Tantalizing Tuesday Tete-Tete- Payback

1.Prompts:1.) unalienable-[uhn-eyl-yuh-nuh-buh l, -ey-lee-uh-] not transferable to another or not capable of being taken away or denied; inalienable  Eg) Inherent in the U.S. Constitution is the belief that all people are born with an unalienable right to freedom.
2.2)     discreet [dih-skreet]
           adjective
           ~judicious in one's conduct or speech, especially with regard to respecting privacy or maintaining silence about something of a delicate nature; prudent; circumspect.
           ~showing prudence and circumspection; decorous:
           a discreet silence.
         ~modestly unobtrusive; unostentatious:
           a discreet, finely wrought gold necklace.
            Eg.)“Munro is a great writer; a wise writer; a free and brave, exacting, transformative, generous, and profoundly discreet writer.” –Gish Jen, “Alice Munro, Cinderella Story,” The Daily Beast, October 12, 2013
3.) melancholy - [mel-uh n-kol-ee] – noun, plural melancholies.
a gloomy state of mind, especially when habitual or prolonged; depression.
sober thoughtfulness; pensiveness.
Archaic.
the condition of having too much black bile, considered in ancient and medieval medicine to cause gloominess and depression.
black bile.
adjective
affected with, characterized by, or showing melancholy; mournful; depressed:
a melancholy mood.
causing melancholy or sadness; saddening:
a melancholy occasion.

soberly thoughtful; pensive.

Payback

“I saw you come home, Paul.” My neighbour said, “I know you lied to the police. You murdered your wife, Kasey.”
I have an alibi,I insisted.
“ No, you don't. I can prove you were in the neighbourhood that you entered your house five minutes before the murder.
Really and who would believe you?
“It's not a matter of belief. I have a security tape with you on it five minutes before the murder.
“Aren’t you worried if you think you’re telling a murderer this?”
“No, I think Kasey deserved what she got. She shagged everything that moved.Don't worry I can be discreet. I am not all melancholy and broke up that you killed the bitch.  I could use an infusion of cash. Say a hundred thousand to start?”
“Can you wait until Friday? We’ll meet at the old Tricon building at 5 p.m. and I’ll give you the cash then.”

       My neighbour Jack then agreed. He’d be sorry he crossed me. Friday dawned; I entered the building and flipped the light switch. Damn the power must have been switched off. I knew the way though even in the dark. I walked softly across the floor trying to avoid the traps I set. I thought I succeeded until I felt something grab my leg. I reached down to remove the trap without causing injury and something exploded in my face. I heard laughing and then the lights came on.

“Hello Paul. Injured by my trap are you? You thought you’d kill me, but I killed you first.”
“I’m not dead.”
“Yet.”

        As I lay dying he told me he loved Kasey and that he killed many people that was his job as a hitman to the mob. I however was the first who deserved it. My bones would rot here no one would ever find the building was being demolished tomorrow. He left me and I tried to crawl out but I passed out waking only to the explosive sounds of the building imploding and me with it. They found me clinging to life. I was blinded and would be in a wheelchair for what remained of my life. 
Though it is your unalienable right to stay silent we think you should confess to kill your neighbour and your wife.
But I didn't kill them,”I protested.
      The cop laughed and produced the video tape of me entering my home before killing Kasey. he also produced video of me planting my traps in the warehouse before my neighbour arrived and the building exploded.

        Jack had made sure I'd pay. I would be paying in jail until the end of my life. I only hoped I'd find a way to kill myself but even that was denied me so I sit in jail rotting and planning how I'll get even with the cops.A man can dream can't he?
©Sheilagh Lee July 4 ,2016
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Monday, July 3, 2017

Happy Independence Day

To my American followers on July 4th, 2017 on the occasion of America's 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

Friday, June 30, 2017

#Free e-books limited time






For Canada's 150th birthday I'm giving you a present of either of these two e-books go to the Amazon link below titles July 1- 5 to get either of these two e-books free 
Lily Kelly, her adopted daughter Rose Brooksfield ,her Great-Grandma Katha, and Amelia, her cousin all feel like they are under a curse; but appears to be the work of a serial killer that people around them having been falling like dominos. Amelia’s parents and siblings, Amelia’s husband and son, and Lily’s first husband all have been targeted by a killer. Now as Amelia’s store clerk, a homeless man, Lily’s present husband the Mayor, and Lily’s mother-in law are targeted. Lily and her cousin Amelia, under suspicion by the investigating officer Emmett Rogers, must fight the impulse to blame the curse and get to the bottom of who caused all their woes, before the killer targets them. 


A book of heartfelt  collection of poetry to soothe the soul and make you laugh cry and smile

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Happy 150 Birthday Canada 1867-2017- A present for you




For Canada's 150th birthday I'm giving you a present go to the Amazon link below titles July 1- 5 to get either of these two e-books free 
Lily Kelly, her adopted daughter Rose Brooksfield ,her Great-Grandma Katha, and Amelia, her cousin all feel like they are under a curse; but appears to be the work of a serial killer that people around them having been falling like dominos. Amelia’s parents and siblings, Amelia’s husband and son, and Lily’s first husband all have been targeted by a killer. Now as Amelia’s store clerk, a homeless man, Lily’s present husband the Mayor, and Lily’s mother-in law are targeted. Lily and her cousin Amelia, under suspicion by the investigating officer Emmett Rogers, must fight the impulse to blame the curse and get to the bottom of who caused all their woes, before the killer targets them. 


A book of heartfelt  collection of poetry to soothe the soul and make you laugh cry and smile

Happy 150 Birthday Canada 
1867-2017



Canada a mosaic of people
Standing proudly free
Celebrating 
The one hundred and fiftieth 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

Yet we remember 
There were people 
Here
Way before we became
Canada
We thank them for their contribution
Our very name
Because they are the reason
We are Canadian
They are the very best of us
Their values have made us better

Some days we quietly
Think about being 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
Health care
Because we care 
For each other
To name a few
But most of all we love that
We can raise our families
In peace and tranquility
Proudly saying we are
CANADIAN

So we raise our flags today
And celebrating proudly our birthday
Shouting
Happy Canada Day!!
Smiling at our neighbours
Offering thanks to the heavens above
For peace as we
Get together to party
As one
Singing


¸¸.•*¨*• ♫♪Oh Canada we stand on guard for thee ♪♫ *¨*.¸¸¸¸
and ¸.•*¨*• ♫♪Happy Birthday♪♫ *¨*.¸¸¸¸.*¨* 


♡ Happy 150th Birthday Canada! 

July 1st, 2017

(From 1967 A Place to Stand )





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

And now we're off to party catch you Monday with our holiday hangover.