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.