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, March 14, 2018


The last month not one word came from my head and into my computer. I poured a scotch and until I was hammered.
“Muse where have you gone?” I shouted, “I can’ see you anymore”
An eerie screeching sound permeated and filled my heart with dread.
“You just couldn’t do it yourself could you?” a beautiful woman stated appearing before me out of a puff of smoke.
She had hair of gold long and flowing; her the colour of violets and…
“Good grief, even the way you picture me is sexist. Mind if I transform myself into another image you have?”
I nodded speechless and she transformed into a nondescript woman with short brown hair who wore glasses and had brown hair.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Duh, your muse, Calliope.”
“But my muse is just my inner voice.”
“Just like a man always taking credit for a woman’s work.”
“If you’re my muse where have you been the last month?”
“What am I your slave? I went on a well-earned vacation.”
“Are you going to help me now?”
“Already demanding things from me; can’t I have five minutes to get back in the swing of things?”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s better. Let’s begin.”
Calliope dictated a story to me and then disappeared. I reformed and made it my own. The story was an even bigger best seller than my other books maybe that’s because I gave credit where credit was due with a dedication to my muse.
 ©Sheilagh Lee March 14, 2018

Tuesday, March 6, 2018


“Do you really need them now?” my nanny had asked about my cars as we went to the park. I run away at the park finding myself lost. Night came and I lie down on a bench and sleep until my parents come.

        I awoke to a young woman and a man. They seem familiar. They’ll take me to my daddy, so I go with them. The young woman spoke into a box like on Star Trek. I was frightened the young man comforted me. We reached a building and a young child ran to me then magically he turned into a man. I was baffled, how could this happen? I looked at the man and he looked like my dad, but he wasn’t my father. I searched my memories as he took my hand gently and hugged me.
“Dad, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

       I looked again at the man and I was scared he called me Dad; but I was a little boy wasn’t I? He sang to me, ‘You are my sunshine.’ and the memories rushed back, this was my son, Alan and my grandson Kevin and my granddaughter Helena had found me. My memory had failed me again; how much longer would I know them?
“Dad, I’ll be there with you, always,” my son said.

        I smile, for that is what I always said to him and he has brought me home. They love me let that be enough for it’s all I have.
 ©Sheilagh Lee March 6, 2018

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Tuesday Writings No #33 - Henrik the Red

Prompts: Strangely, consequences, greedy

Henrik the Red

        Henrik the Red, the woodcutter wandered into the woods and began to cut down trees he took new and old, any and all trees for the money . He finished and loaded his wagon with kindling and logs. As he finished a beautiful woman appeared before him and asked, “Can you help me find them? My children are missing.”

        He was about to tell her he’d seen no children when she stared at his wagon and asked, “Woodcutter, did you replenish the woods of which you took?”

         Wanting to please such a beautiful creature he nodded. She then smiled and offered him seeds and water. He promptly fell asleep. When he awoke he tried to stretch his arms and felt the air move through them strangely. He looked at his feet and found them strangely rooted. Seeing the woman again he asked, “What have you done to me you witch?”
“My name is Kaileith and I’m a wood sprite. You greedy evil human, you took my children.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You took the wood and did not replace them with saplings.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s too late for that, now you must face the consequences of your actions.”

     Henrik felt his body quicken and become wooden. Henrik was trapped forever in the Red Douglas fir. He hoped and prayed that no woodcutter would tear him down. For two hundred years he stood tall and proud until a windstorm brought him down. As he felt his life force bleed put of him Kaileith appeared and said, “You’ve learned your lesson. Live again.”

      Henrik was reborn into a baby boy. As Henrik grew up he guarded trees nearby  watched them grow and read everything he could about them. When he became an adult he became an arborist protecting the trees he once harmed. when Henrik became a father his children too were taught to value trees. 
  ©Sheilagh Lee February 27, 2018

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Tuesday writings #No 31~Heaven Sent

        Tuesday writings #No 31~Heaven Sent

 Prompts this week: dire, Ponzi, cossack

          My eighty year old grandmother cried into the phone and I too wanted to cry. Grandmother said she had sent a prayer up to god and a voice told her to call me. My grandmother had brought me up sacrificed much and when I done well in my career I’d set up a retirement savings plan so that she could retire in peace and with enough money to leave comfortably. She had moved into a retirement community where she could play bingo and enjoy herself with others her age and now she found herself in dire straits. All because she trusted a man who claimed to be a man of God; I was appalled this man calling himself a minster of God had bilked my grandmother and many of her friends out of their retirement savings all in the name of God. I didn’t quite understand how he’d done this but I knew it was illegal. It had to be!! I decided I would hire a P.I. after talking to the police who said they didn’t have anything on the good Reverend Tom. I went to my grandmother’s a as luck would have it she said, “You don’t have to google anything here’s a phone book.”
I told her the phone book must be outdated and that I hadn’t seen one in years but she insisted that some of the numbers hadn’t changed and I should use it to find the private investigator. We sent up a prayer to God to help us find the right man or woman for the job.
       To humour her I did just that opening the pages at random I turned to private investigators and Grandma looking over my shoulder said, “You should call that one dear. It says if you’re in need of an angel to help you in time of turmoil and trouble, call him.”
The name was Jack Chaumel on the ad and I dialled. We talked and he said he’d look into it a week went by and I received a call to come to his office. I went to a nondescript office in a poorer part of town mounting the stairs I entered a dingy office with a table and two chairs taking a chair I asked, “Did you follow the money?”
“I followed the money. That creep is bilking all of his parishioners not just your grandmother and his friends out of their money in a Ponzi scheme,” Jack Chaumel answered.
“I can’t believe this. I thought he might be up to something but aren’t Ponzi schemes on a grand scale. ”
“He’s done this before.”
“Better to ask where he hasn’t. He’s done this all over the U.S.”
“Is there any way to get the money back?”
“The money is still in his bank account we’ll see.”
“We need to stop him from fleeing with tonight’s proceeds,” I said looking down the aisle at the Reverend Tom.”
“Just watch.”
As he said this several people came out of the audience with guns raised yelling, “Police Officers “ and then telling Reverend Tom to get on the floor of the revival tent.  They searched him for weapon surprisingly he had a gun in a holster he had at his thigh under his Cossack. When I turned around Jack Chaumel was gone.
Several months later “Reverend” Alexander Tom was sentenced to twenty years for mail fraud, money laundering, and fraud. The money that was in Reverend Tom’s bank account mysteriously disappeared, but envelopes with the exact amounts missing appeared in his victim’s mail boxes. As for the P.I, people in the neighbourhood say they never saw his office there and he has disappeared as if he never existed. Some say they saw an Archangel Chaumel who helped us solve our problem the day of the arrest, maybe they were right. All I know is that Jack was heaven sent.

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

A Mother's Love

          A Mother's Love

            Scurrying out the door I noticed with dismay that the snow flurries were now doing a merry dance blowing sideways and accumulating at an astronomical rate. Seeming to be the only car on the highway, I almost pulled over but instead I travelled on. Hitting a rough patch the car spun around flipping end on end and finally landing upside down in the ditch. I tried to get free but my seatbelt held me fast. My head hurt and my insides hurt. Hours went by and still I was stuck. I felt faint and the pain in my middle had gotten worse. I cried out for my mother. I feel like I’m talking to the air after all she’s dead.
Fading in and out and awaking to feel pain crying out again for my mother. I feel hands touching me, comforting me and I think I’m saved; but when I look over I see no one. I close my eyes against the pain and I hear my mother’s voice, “Hang in there baby. Help is coming.”
Minutes later I hear the door open and another voice say, “An ambulance is coming don’t worry you’ll be okay.”
I feel my mother’s hand leave mine when I reach the hospital and I’m afraid but in my ear I hear,” I love you baby and I’m always with you. You’ll be okay. Believe.”
The doctor says he doesn’t know how I survived all those hours but I do, my mother’s love saved me.

©Sheilagh Lee February 6, 2018

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

A fentanyl crisis, dead cops and possible corruptions the first day on the job for Sheriff Bullet #kindle #paperback @SweetSheil #Suspense #NewRelease

                                                   NEW RELEASE
Stray Bullet- In the small town of Driftwood, Colorado, the new Sheriff Bullet just wants to work as a cop and make his daughter proud, again. Imagine his horror when on the first day on the job he finds most of his police force missing and then murdered. Sheriff Bullet must deal with the age old problem of murder, and then the new scourge of the twentieth century, an illicit new drug that is decimating the youth of Driftwood. Sheriff Bullet must work with the FBI and his police force to find the answers and save his job before his future is decided.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Tuesday Writings~ Smile

Tuesday Writings~ Smile

Prompts this week: Impartiality,

Enlightened, Educated.


“Come on smile.”

      Those words echoed over and over in my mind. I wish I’d walked away, never responded to the ad for a model. I thought I was suave, sophisticated , enlightened, educated and I could handle anything, I was wrong. I was a much a fool for flattery as anyone. He was a photographer. He told me I was beautiful and hired me as the model for his ad. At first he just continued to flattery me giving me compliments that wore me down. He said he had impartiality to most subjects but that  I was his favourite  subject. The camera loved me. Foolishly, I started dating him. He seemed charming debonair and exactly what I wanted in man that is until I said I do. Then he insisted that I was flirting with other men if any man looked at me. He struck me for the first time and I forgave him. He insisted it wasn’t my fault, that I was beautiful, I was never to model again stay home and wait on him hand and foot. Like some simpering fool I obeyed him. The rosy glow of love had surrounded me with some kind of fog that made me think it was entirely my fault. That is until today. Today he blackened my eyes, after the convenience clerk smiled at me. When I protested he continued the beating breaking my ribs and my left arm. I thought I was going to die. 

      There’s banging on the apartment door; the police want to come in. The neighbour’s must have heard the gunshot. I step over David's body, let them in and hide a smile Time to fake some tears, tomorrow I can smile.
©Sheilagh Lee January 16,  2018