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, April 26, 2017

Three Word Wednesday-Stray Bullet- Part 44

Three Word Wednesday-Stray Bullet- Part 44

Pluck, verb: remove, pick (off), pull (off/out), extract, take (off),  pull (at), tug (at), clutch (at), snatch (at), grab, catch (at), tweak, jerk, yank, deplume, remove the feathers from, strum, pick, plunk, thrum, twang; play pizzicato; noun: courage, bravery, nerve, backbone, spine, daring, spirit, intrepidity, fearlessness, mettle, grit, true grit, determination, fortitude, resolve, stout-heartedness, dauntlessness, valor, heroism, audacity; informal guts, spunk, gumption, moxie.

Rebel, noun: revolutionary, insurgent, revolutionist, mutineer, insurrectionist, insurrectionary, guerrilla, terrorist, freedom fighter,  nonconformist, dissenter, dissident, iconoclast, maverick; verb:  revolt, mutiny, riot, rise up, take up arms, stage/mount a rebellion, be insubordinate,  recoil, show/feel repugnance,  defy, disobey, refuse to obey, kick against, challenge, oppose, resist; adjective:  insurgent, revolutionary, mutinous, rebellious, insurrectionary, insurrectionist, renegade,  rebellious, defiant, disobedient, insubordinate, subversive, resistant, recalcitrant; nonconformist, maverick, iconoclastic.

Shady, adjective: shaded, shadowy, dim, dark; sheltered, screened, shrouded; leafy, bosky, tenebrous,  suspicious, suspect, questionable, dubious, doubtful, disreputable, untrustworthy, dishonest, devious, dishonorable, underhanded, unscrupulous, irregular, unethical, fishy, murky.


“Sit next to the big baby on the floor’s head, Errol and keep your hands where I can see them,” Rita commanded indicating the mayor, Ethan Calladen. Her ex –husband, Ethan held a bloody towel to his thigh and other his hand to his right knee.
“Why do you have a gun on your own son?” I asked.
“If I didn’t, would you do what I want?”
“Of course I would,” I answered.
“Liar, besides Reggie is too hard to control without a gun. He’s too much like his father, too volatile too much of a rebel. And he thinks I’m shady. His dad is an upstanding citizen in a pig’s eye. The big baby mayor is crying on the floor there because I shot him in the leg. Go sit on the other side of him, sheriff.”

   I complied but I was still thinking ahead I had other choices other weapons my moment would come when she least expected it.

“Not just my leg you hurt my knee too. It god damn well hurts!!!” the mayor cried.
“Please mom, let me go to dad,. He’ll bleed to death,” Reggie begged.
“Enough of what you think is pluck. I already told you to be quiet, Reggie, while I think,” Rita cried.
“Sorry, but if he dies they’ll harm you,” Reggie stated as if it was perfectly normal for his mother to be holding a gun to his head.
“I’m dying. Let the boy go he friggin’ loves you,” Ethan Senior begged.
“Put a sock in it Ethan. He’s your son through and through. There’s no hint of me. He does everything you say; any time you say it. If he hadn’t protected Ethan so much, I would have wrote him off years ago. But that will change when I get him out of your sphere of influence. Now quit your bellyaching and tie your thigh off with your belt that might keep you alive for a few minutes,” Rita laughed.
“You bitch!”
“Tut, tut is that how you talk to me when I am so generous Ethan?”
“Generous? You fucking shot me; and it hurts.”
“It’s going to hurt a lot worse when I shoot you in the head,” Rita threatened.
“Rita we can end this entire thing, all you have to do is give up,” I said pulling a gun from my right shin and then bounding to my feet with the gun in my advancing on Rita.
“You can stop right there. Do you think I’m stupid? I knew you were up to something. Drop your other gun, or I’ll shoot my son and then all the other hostages. You know I can do it, I didn’t hesitate to order those stupid complicit cops killed,” Rita said as if she had eyes in the back of her head.

     I did what I was told and threw the gun away towards the front door. Rita lowered the gun and put it in Reggie’s back. Good thing she didn’t know about Uncle Tommy! Where was he hiding?

“Step over there and sit beside Ethan near his feet… can’t have you two too close together. No funny stuff now! I’m a crack shot, ask Ethan.”
“Why did you shoot my police force?”
“Your police force? Huh!! I did you a favor they were all working for me .They liked the perks of a steady salary for looking the other way with my drug shipments. Then Greg had to turn on me even my threat to inform the FBI of his dalliance with that teen didn’t deter him. Greg was sleeping with the girl you loved! What kind of a mother would I be if I let that continue?”
“You did that for me?”
“You are an idiot, Reginald, with shit for brains; just like your dad. Admittedly I would do things for you; but Greg was a valuable entrusted employee that I could control with his vices, until he wasn’t. He was going to reveal my whole organization to the FBI and he had back-up with all those other cops. Too bad for him there was a mole.”
“A mole? Do tell me more,” I begged.
“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t maybe it will be my parting gift to you. If you cooperate of course, Gee.”

©Sheilagh Lee April 26, 2017

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Three Word Wednesday-Stray Bullet- Part 43

Three Word Wednesday-Stray Bullet- Part 43

Meander, verb: zigzag, wind, twist, turn, curve, curl, bend, snake, stroll, saunter, amble, wander, ramble, drift, maunder, mosey, tootle, toodle.

Nameless, adjective: unnamed, unidentified, anonymous, incognito, unspecified, unsourced, unacknowledged, uncredited; unknown, unsung, uncelebrated, unspeakable, unutterable, inexpressible, indescribable; indefinable, vague, unspecified.

Oafish, adjective: stupid, foolish, idiotic, cretinous; ungainly, loutish, awkward, clumsy, lumbering, apelike, cloddish, Neanderthal, uncouth, uncultured, boorish, rough, coarse, brutish, ill-mannered, unrefined, rough-hewn; informal blockheaded, moronic, boneheaded, half-witted, lamebrained, thickheaded.

Prompts: Meander, verb: zigzag, wind, twist, turn, curve, curl, bend, snake, stroll, saunter, amble, wander, ramble, drift, maunder, mosey, tootle, toodle.

Nameless, adjective: unnamed, unidentified, anonymous, incognito, unspecified, unsourced, unacknowledged, uncredited; unknown, unsung, uncelebrated, unspeakable, unutterable, inexpressible, indescribable; indefinable, vague, unspecified.

Oafish, adjective: stupid, foolish, idiotic, cretinous; ungainly, loutish, awkward, clumsy, lumbering, apelike, cloddish, Neanderthal, uncouth, uncultured, boorish, rough, coarse, brutish, ill-mannered, unrefined, rough-hewn; informal blockheaded, moronic, boneheaded, half-witted, lamebrained, thickheaded.



    Uncle Tommy and Errol and I scampered across the lawn hiding behind trees until we reached the house. Uncle Tommy and Errol went around the back I went in the unlocked front door, gun raised.  I took down a man near the front door in a sleeper hold. I only hoped that was the only one of Rita’s men otherwise Uncle Tommy and Errol would also be facing her men. As I advanced towards the kitchen, I heard the sound of a shot and I feared what I would find.

     In the Calladen’s kitchen I found Rita her gun sitting against on the back of Reggie’s skull.  She didn’t see me; as I watched her for a few minutes trying to figure out the best way to disarm her without harming Reggie.
Rita was dressed all in a black and white scalloped tulle shirt paired with a white of the shoulder blouse with three quarter inch sleeves and ruffles. She finished her look with minimal make-up, red lipstick and red spiked four inch high heels. She looked as she had the first time I saw her so but I had to play this smart.

      I noticed the mayor lay prone on the floor holding his knee cap which was bleeding profusely as long with his thigh. So Uncle Tommy was correct she’d shot, the mayor. I thought. Hopefully the other shot I heard went into the wall.

“Mom, please I haven’t gone against you!!You’re my mother, why would I?” Reggie pleaded.
“Where’s your brother Ethan then?”
“He’s probably hanging out with Dillon,” Reggie argued.
“Dillon? I told your brother that boy was dirt. Did you call Ethan and leave the message like I told you?”
“I did. I promise, mom.”

    Like in slow motion I saw Errol charge in his gun raised and then Rita spun around a gun in left hand. In seconds Rita had subdued him. Rita then pressed a gun to his temple with her left hand as she used her right hand to continue to push a gun into the base of Reggie’s skull. I wanted to fire but that would have given off my position and have put Errol and Reggie in more danger.

“Kick your gun over there,” Rita commanded to Errol.

     Errol obeyed kicking his gun towards the back door and then sat next to the mayor who was sitting in blood holding his right knee cap.

Suddenly Rita became aware like a six sense that I was there. Her head swivelled not pausing from holding the gun to Reggie skull rotating his body to face me.

“Quit meandering there, you oafish fool. Have you come to join my party? I wondered when you get here, Gee. Did my nameless minion not stop you at all? Is he dead?”
“No, your man is alive.”
“You’re a lucky man then. Drop your gun first before you come any further or I’ll shoot Errol and then Reggie,” Rita exclaimed.

    I didn’t want to obey her but Reggie and Errol’s lives were at risk. I put down my gun at her feet and she kicked it over towards the front door. I hoped Uncle Tommy could get us out of this one.

To be continued next week



©Sheilagh Lee April 19, 2017