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.

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]
           ~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.
the condition of having too much black bile, considered in ancient and medieval medicine to cause gloominess and depression.
black bile.
affected with, characterized by, or showing melancholy; mournful; depressed:
a melancholy mood.
causing melancholy or sadness; saddening:
a melancholy occasion.

soberly thoughtful; pensive.


“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.”

        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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