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, May 17, 2018

New release-Children's book ~ Henrietta and the Donor Eggs #childrensbook #adoption #fertility

New release-Children's book ~ Henrietta and the Donor Eggs

Henrietta has always wanted to be a mother. She’s mothered other hen’s chicks but she’s never been able to have her own. When Henrietta is ready to give up, another hen offers her eggs to Henrietta, so Henrietta too can be a mom. Henrietta sits on the eggs and hopes that her dream and her rooster Robert's will come true and that finally they'll have their own family

Friday, May 4, 2018

Oh Nuts

       Spring had sprung, finally. Flowering trees were sprouting blooms. Tree branches were getting green and full. The grass was growing. It was beautiful spring day and then I heard the noise of the neighbours opening their door. They put out their chairs and then I heard voices, singing, a radio blaring. I scurried around the yard doing busy work hoping they wouldn’t see me and I certainly didn’t want to speak to them. I was happy when I heard the door open and the neighbours usher themselves inside, I relaxed after all the sun was warm and toasty and I basked in its beauty.
I began digging. Then they came out again and I had to stop. They were shrill, even their breathing was loud. I hated them why did they have to ruin my peace and quiet?
“Don’t take it personally,” my brother said as he came up beside me.
“How can I not? I haven't seen my nuts all winter!”I answered.

“They’re digging up the lawn,” the voice of my neighbour rang out.

           His lawn? It was my family’s first. We’d been here for generations I just tolerated him. Maybe I'd burrow into his roof. He’s hate that. No, dad said it was wise to be good neighbours and let them think we’re cute then once in awhile they throw us some tasty morsels.

“Here, little squirrels some nuts for you,” the female neighbour called.

           Dad was right life was good with neighbours like these and we could tolerate their little quirks.

©Sheilagh Lee May3, 2018

Thursday, April 26, 2018

Pushed to Far

“I think we pushed too far, I man I pushed too far,” my husband told the man, I recognized as his brother, Dominic the shrink.
 I didn’t under any of this how had gotten here?  John had treated me badly for weeks beaten me kept me prisoner in the house but this? John had tried to kill me and changed his mind.
“Melanie, are you feeling better?” Dominic asked.
“Who are you?”
“Your doctor, Dominic Reiner. Do you know why you’re here?”
“Someone must have drugged me.”
“You know that’s not true, you took handfuls of those pills,” my husband blurted.
“John, would you wait outside?”
John compiled and left.
Dominic started his shrink mumbo jumbo. I of course insisted that I had been drugged but was ignored probably because Dominic was in on it I concluded. Weeks went by and I was trapped held against my will. Dominic plied me with drugs which I pretended to take and palmed. I told Dominic what he wanted to hear. Two months later I was released into my husband’s care.
John pretended to care made nice;  but when his back was turned I put my pills into his coffee and then I called an ambulance saying he’d tried to kill himself with my pills.  I transferred him to a safer environment for him, a hospital that still tried some of the older methods to cure depression. One of the doctor’s gave him a lobotomy John’s much nicer now.

©Sheilagh Lee April 26, 2018

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Brief Shining Moments

      My heart pounding in my chest, I ran in to the emergency room. Hearing voices, yell stop i ignored them and continued my eyes sought only him.
     It can’t be too late, I thought. I shouldn’t have argued with him this morning, told him I hated him simply; because he said he wasn’t ready for more children.  He’d begged me to forgive him when I told him I was pregnant I shouldn’t have wanted him to make it up to me. It was petty and below me. I’d seen the damage that had been done to his car, I passed the tow truck that took it away on the way to the hospital. He had to have survived; I couldn’t leave without him.
My eyes still sought him out even as a security guard spoke to me, “Help you ma’am?”
“I’m looking for my husband, Daniel Trent.”
     The security pulled up the information on the computer and said “Right this way.”

        I followed him to a cubicle pulled back the curtain and there was Daniel. His head was bandaged but his blue eyes looked at me and smiled just as I ran into his arms.
We both opened our mouths and out tumbled at the same time, “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?”

      We talked of the future and of our baby. Daniel was sure it was a boy and wanted to name him Daniel Jr. 
The doctor came in and said Daniel had gotten off lucky a few bruises and cuts but that he could go home. I was relieved I got my car picked up Daniel and helped into the car. Sometime on the drive home Daniel grasped his head and then his eyes rolled back. I turned the car around got him to the hospital but it was too late and Daniel died.
It's been a year now and as I look at our baby I wish I'd handled things better. Daniel was distracted and that's why he had the accident'but our son Daniel junior will always know love and know that his father loved him. I will keep Daniel's memory alive and Daniel will live on in his son. As for me I'm grateful that forone brief shining time I had Daniel in my life.
©Sheilagh Lee April 17, 2018

Monday, April 9, 2018

Dust Bowl

                              Dust Bowl
          The earth parched, great rivets where the last rains had come had carved out holes in the dried dirt. Soil rose and blew across empty fields filling the air with a fine powder that filled the nostrils with fine particles and left a layer of grime over everything. The sky was dark with the winds of change as static electricity built in the air and the air kept raising the land in to small funnels pummelling across the earth raising more and more loam into the lungs and into everything including the remaining food. The beast whips higher and higher ripping across the plains killing animals filling them with sand. Nothing seemed to grow in the once fertile plains. Bellies ached with growing hunger. It seems the end of the world when we can’t see two feet in front of our faces and the internet is gone and travel is impossible.

“We don’t have enough rain,” grandfather complained.
“You’re a fool father. The Earth takes back her planet we’re about to flicker out,” father sniped.
“At least I didn’t raise a boy that sits with his nose in a book,” grandfather exclaimed then stormed away to his room.

      I grew angry this wasn't fair; I just scoured the history books look for a reason that had happened before, but with millenniums of history to scour it would be hard to pinpoint a time when this had occurred before.

 “I’ve got it.” I cried, “This happened once in the nineteen hundred and thirties. The government responded by getting farmers to rotate crops that planting trees and shrubs around your fields and this helps in keeping down the crust or upper soil from flying.”
“Where are we to get these shrubs? Everything is dying,” my father responded.
“We can use the Christmas farm trees to block the farm,” grandfather commented coing back in the room.
“But that’s all the stock we have left,” father complained.

       Despite my father’s complaint we dig up the trees put them in the truck taking them to the edge of the property our faces covered lest we breathe in the silt. We spend hours planting the trees using some remaining water to feed them. The dust has stopped somewhat by the trees and we are sheltered, but grandfather passes away.

      Father and I pray hard we will be redeemed and saved by the trees. Morning comes and the air around us is clear our own oasis, the sun breaking through.  We begin growing food and soon our bellies are full again. Rain comes and washes away the soil and dust. We venture forth and find neighbours have perished far and wide. The world as we know is truly gone as if a nuclear bomb has ended it all. We travel to the city and I find her, Arusha who has survived on her intelligence and ability to scrounge. We are of different cultures, but she is intelligent, a former librarian with books and she can cook. She soon becomes my bride. Life goes on as we share our joy with children. God is good.
©Sheilagh Lee April 9, 2018

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Getting Away With It

I looked up from my desk in my home to see my Uncle Henry hovering.
“Not now Uncle Henry. I’m chasing down a story,” I said picking up the phone.
“Put the phone down. This was Gerald Kahn’s last wish before they executed him. He wanted the case investigated and the real murder found.”
“Don’t they all say that and why are you’re just giving me it now?”
“I promised him,”Uncle Henry answered.

        I began reading the manuscript. It began with Kahn telling how he had met her, Tamsin Vaughan. He was nine years old and she was the new girl. It seemed mildly innocuous, mere puppy love; but he went on to entail how he over the years how he did everything to be close to her, nearer her and it became even creepier. He was her constant companion and friend for years. He detailed how he watched from a distance and became jealous as she dated boy after boy, but never him. According to Kahn she was a siren that attracted every male. It wasn’t her fault just something you accepted as her consort. He wrote about how much he loved her and wanted her. Poor Tamsin people had misjudged her; I was starting to feel sorry for her.

          I had read the trial transcripts and the defence had brought this up too. They had painted her as a sweet girl with no idea of how males reacted to her.

          I went back to the manuscript. Reading of how he comforted after the death of her boyfriend in a tragic car accident and then convinced her to marry him. He wrote as he had spoken at the trial of how surprised he was to find out Tamsin had wanted to leave him. He denied he had killed her and I knew that was true for I was the one to kill her and set him up. He deserved it after all he took my girl from me with all his lies. She loved me and he'd infered that she'd chosen him. I'd made a huge mistake I couldn't rectify except with his demise.

“Finished Stephen? Anything to say?”
“I don’t understand, Uncle Henry.”
“I investigated Stephen and I know you did it. For family sake I’m allowing you to turn yourself in.”
“You know it was an accident?”
“It was?”
“Of course.”
“You’ll turn yourself in?”
         I agreed to turn myself in the next day. The next day Uncle Henry died from a heart attack (brought on by an undetectable drug.) I was worried about his notes on the murder I found them all and I was safe and rich because Uncle Henry had left all to me.  Who says you can’t get away with murder?
©Sheilagh Lee April 4, 2018

Wednesday, March 28, 2018


    I thought back to what Fionnuala told me two days ago, “I need you to take a deep breath.” she’d said and then she told me the good news she carried my babe. Fionnuala and I would run away to Toronto away from Patrick Thoron, the rich brute, her father bade her marry. My distant cousin offered me a job and a place for us in Toronto where they couldn’t reach us.

     Night fell and still Fionnuala didn’t appear. I entered her father’s house and felt a pain in the back of my head. When I awoke I found the house empty devoid of furniture as if she’d never existed at all. 
Finally I went back to the cliff hoping against hope that somehow she reappear. Night fell and as I took one step towards the edge of the cliff I heard, “Frederick, my love you’ve finally come.”
She looked so different. Her hair had turned white overnight and her face was lined with wrinkles. What had they done to her?
“Where have you been?” I asked.
“Waiting for you,” she said.
        Fionnuala smiled, and the air around me swirled with pinpoints of light until it became all encompassing. Time had no meaning. I looked at her seeing once again the woman Id first fallen in love with and I realized that this was what I had been waiting for all this time; for we were now together for eternity at last, no one could ever keep us part.
©Sheilagh Lee March 28, 2018