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, 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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