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, April 19, 2017

Three Word Wednesday-Stray Bullet- Part 43

Three Word Wednesday-Stray Bullet- Part 43

Meander, verb: zigzag, wind, twist, turn, curve, curl, bend, snake, stroll, saunter, amble, wander, ramble, drift, maunder, mosey, tootle, toodle.

Nameless, adjective: unnamed, unidentified, anonymous, incognito, unspecified, unsourced, unacknowledged, uncredited; unknown, unsung, uncelebrated, unspeakable, unutterable, inexpressible, indescribable; indefinable, vague, unspecified.

Oafish, adjective: stupid, foolish, idiotic, cretinous; ungainly, loutish, awkward, clumsy, lumbering, apelike, cloddish, Neanderthal, uncouth, uncultured, boorish, rough, coarse, brutish, ill-mannered, unrefined, rough-hewn; informal blockheaded, moronic, boneheaded, half-witted, lamebrained, thickheaded.

Prompts: Meander, verb: zigzag, wind, twist, turn, curve, curl, bend, snake, stroll, saunter, amble, wander, ramble, drift, maunder, mosey, tootle, toodle.

Nameless, adjective: unnamed, unidentified, anonymous, incognito, unspecified, unsourced, unacknowledged, uncredited; unknown, unsung, uncelebrated, unspeakable, unutterable, inexpressible, indescribable; indefinable, vague, unspecified.

Oafish, adjective: stupid, foolish, idiotic, cretinous; ungainly, loutish, awkward, clumsy, lumbering, apelike, cloddish, Neanderthal, uncouth, uncultured, boorish, rough, coarse, brutish, ill-mannered, unrefined, rough-hewn; informal blockheaded, moronic, boneheaded, half-witted, lamebrained, thickheaded.

    Uncle Tommy and Errol and I scampered across the lawn hiding behind trees until we reached the house. Uncle Tommy and Errol went around the back I went in the unlocked front door, gun raised.  I took down a man near the front door in a sleeper hold. I only hoped that was the only one of Rita’s men otherwise Uncle Tommy and Errol would also be facing her men. As I advanced towards the kitchen, I heard the sound of a shot and I feared what I would find.

     In the Calladen’s kitchen I found Rita her gun sitting against on the back of Reggie’s skull.  She didn’t see me; as I watched her for a few minutes trying to figure out the best way to disarm her without harming Reggie.
Rita was dressed all in a black and white scalloped tulle shirt paired with a white of the shoulder blouse with three quarter inch sleeves and ruffles. She finished her look with minimal make-up, red lipstick and red spiked four inch high heels. She looked as she had the first time I saw her so but I had to play this smart.

      I noticed the mayor lay prone on the floor holding his knee cap which was bleeding profusely as long with his thigh. So Uncle Tommy was correct she’d shot, the mayor. I thought. Hopefully the other shot I heard went into the wall.

“Mom, please I haven’t gone against you!!You’re my mother, why would I?” Reggie pleaded.
“Where’s your brother Ethan then?”
“He’s probably hanging out with Dillon,” Reggie argued.
“Dillon? I told your brother that boy was dirt. Did you call Ethan and leave the message like I told you?”
“I did. I promise, mom.”

    Like in slow motion I saw Errol charge in his gun raised and then Rita spun around a gun in left hand. In seconds Rita had subdued him. Rita then pressed a gun to his temple with her left hand as she used her right hand to continue to push a gun into the base of Reggie’s skull. I wanted to fire but that would have given off my position and have put Errol and Reggie in more danger.

“Kick your gun over there,” Rita commanded to Errol.

     Errol obeyed kicking his gun towards the back door and then sat next to the mayor who was sitting in blood holding his right knee cap.

Suddenly Rita became aware like a six sense that I was there. Her head swivelled not pausing from holding the gun to Reggie skull rotating his body to face me.

“Quit meandering there, you oafish fool. Have you come to join my party? I wondered when you get here, Gee. Did my nameless minion not stop you at all? Is he dead?”
“No, your man is alive.”
“You’re a lucky man then. Drop your gun first before you come any further or I’ll shoot Errol and then Reggie,” Rita exclaimed.

    I didn’t want to obey her but Reggie and Errol’s lives were at risk. I put down my gun at her feet and she kicked it over towards the front door. I hoped Uncle Tommy could get us out of this one.

To be continued next week

©Sheilagh Lee April 19, 2017

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Three Word Wednesday-Stray Bullet- Part 42

Jabber, verb: prattle, babble, chatter, twitter, prate, yap, gabble, rattle on, blather; yak, yammer, yabber, yatter, blab, blabber, bloviate; noun: prattle, babble, chatter, chattering, twitter, twittering, gabble, blather; informal yabbering, yatter, blabber.

Knowingly, adverb: deliberately, intentionally, consciously, wittingly, on purpose, by design, premeditatedly, willfully.

Lasting, adjective: enduring, long-lasting, long-lived, abiding, continuing, long-term, surviving, persisting, permanent; durable, constant, stable, established, secure, unchanging, irreversible, immutable, eternal, undying, everlasting, unending, never-ending, unfading, changeless, indestructible, unceasing, unwavering, unfaltering. 

When we last left our hero. Sheriff Gunnar Bullet, he'd rashly married quickly Doctor Tina Weldon who was pregnant with his child. Gunnar's best friend, Gordon the FBI agent did not attended the wedding because he's not speaking to Gunnar because of a misunderstanding between Gunnar and Gordon's fiancee, Perita Castillo. Tina had indicated that she wanted to tell him something but he said it could wait and he spent a wonderful night with his bride only to find her not in bed with him the next morning shots rang out and he had found his bride shot. he'd called for the ambulance butt she had no vital signs and was pronounced dead at the hospital along with his unborn daughter Tina-Marie. He then was told his brother-in law Doctor Burton was found dead possibly a suicide. he then read a suicide note and he's convinced he was right he knows who the mastermind is who engineered all the killings in Driftwood of the police officers and ran the drug trade through Driftwood. she has now taken Stella-Marie(his daughter) and his Aunt Louise prisoner ) her name is Perita"Rita" Castillo . the same Perita who dated his best friend Gordon. His uncle has saved Aunt Louise and Stella-Marie and Gunnar went into Aunt Louise's house and  planning on arresting Rita rashly on his own but found instead his friend Gordon lying bleeding on the floor. Gunnar rescued Gordon and sent him off to hospital. Now Gunnar plans on finding Rita at herex husbands and arresting her.)  

     Stray Bullet

   By the time I got to the Calladen’s I saw two cars pull up. One of these was Errol’s car, the other Uncle Tommy’s. The house was surrounding by a gate with a code that had to be pushed in to admit us. I knew we had to figure out a way to get in but I was more concerned about my aunt and my daughter. What could Uncle Tommy be thinking?

I went over to Uncle Tommy’s car, “Where are my daughter and my aunt?”
“They’re safe. I had to make sure you were too. I heard the jabber over the wire that your pal the FBI guy was shot.”
“Yes, he was”
“Rita shot him!” He declared, and then he continued, “Stella-Marie and Louise are safe they’re with my best friend, Arnie.”
“Who is Arnie?’
“Arnold Ivan.”
“The software king? You know him too?”
“Yes, we crossed paths a few years ago and made a lasting friendship. He lives nearby, so Louise and Stella-Marie are close. Don’t you worry, nephew. He has armed guards on his estate. No one gets by them; no one. They’re safe.”
“How did you get back so fast?”
“I can fly a helicopter and I my friend Arnie loaned me his. I landed the helicopter in the schoolyard two streets over.”
“Why are you here then?”
“Come on son. I have the same genes as you. I go where angels fear to tread; charging head on and alone. I can’t afford to lose any more family, son.”
“Errol’s here,” I replied.
“I know, I called him.”
“And he came? Knowingly?”
“No, I told him I was your uncle and a fellow cop.”
“Doesn’t he know who you truly are?”
“No, and he won’t know unless you tell him. I’ve already accessed the scene. Rita’s in there with Reginald her son. Her other son, Ethan must be out, but the mayor her ex is on the floor. I think she shot him maybe once.”
“How did you get in?”
“I have this gizmo in my car it finds all sorts of numbers,” Uncle Tommy answered.
“You probably shouldn’t be telling me that. As long as we can get in I don’t want to know. What’s with this palatial estate in a suburb anyway?”
“The mayor’s family used to own a lot of this land. It’s been in their family for generations unfortunately when the mayor’s brother, John was murdered he had to sell a lot of it for death duties and to give your Aunt Louise her share.”
“How far is to the house?”
“Roughly about two football fields past those low lying trees up that long driveway,” Uncle Tommy answered.
“Does he think he lives in England, in a manor?”
“I think the architect must have used the drawing plans for that monstrosity.”
“Damn, what if she sees us coming?”
“She won’t I disabled the cameras by putting them on a loop she’ll think all is normal.”
“Good thinking, thank- you Uncle Tommy.”

Errol walked up to us at that moment and said, “Hey boss, so he is your uncle. I thought he was telling the truth. Now how do you want to play this?”

“You and Uncle Tommy take the back after we get near the house. I’ll take the front.”
“But boss he’s not a Driftwood cop.”
“I know, but he can handle a gun and this woman is dangerous. We don’t have time to wait. We need to access the scene and then charge in. Rita is holding the mayor hostage and we don’t have time to wait for back-up so deputize him.”
“The Mayor’s in there?”
“It is his house,” Uncle Tommy commented.
“Okay,” Errol said quickly deputizing Uncle Tommy.
“We’re wasting time! Call this in, Errol and then we follow my plan,” I insisted.
“Be careful. She hates you,” Uncle Tommy stated, “Here you need some back-up.”

Uncle Tommy handed me some weapons

“Gee, whatever gave you that idea?” I asked sarcastically.

Uncle Tommy responded by rolling his eyes.

“Let’s take her down.” I stated moving towards the house.

©Sheilagh Lee April 12, 2017

Saturday, December 24, 2016

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate

Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukkah whatever you celebrate 

May your troubles be few and may you enjoy great company

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

The Christmas Angel~The Christmas Star -Part 2

“I take it back, that’s not my real wish” Christina said as she stepped out of the house wiping the blood from her nose looking up at the Christmas star.

     Christina closed her eyes whispered the words and when she opened and there was Craig walking towards her. Craig hugged her like he’d never let her go and then surprisingly, he kissed her.

“I should have done that a long time ago,”Craig insisted.

      That was the moment that I knew Christina saw that her real wish had come true for Craig got down on one knee in the snow and asked, “Christina I miss you. I love you. You’re my best friend and I never want to let you go. Will you marry me?”
“But you live here,” Christina protested feebly.
“I got a job at Trent, Holloway and Montgomery in L.A. I start the day after New Year’s. It’s my uncle Gordon Trent’s firm so lots of room for advancement,” Craig laughed.
“I got a job too. I’m going to star in a sitcom called Chrissy’s world. I’m playing Chrissy.”
“Wow Congratulations Chrissy. But about my question. Will you merry, marry me?”
“Yes,” Christina answered.
“Good because were getting married tomorrow if that’s okay.”
“How can we get married that fast?” Christina asked.
“I hired a wedding planner. Her name is Mary and she’s a miracle worker. It’s all planned even your dress. Your mother picked it out, so no bad luck, I haven’t seen it.”
“I love you Craig Trent.”
“I always knew you did but I knew you also needed time to figure it out.”
“Thanks for giving me the time.”
“Let’s go tell your parents,” Craig said.
“I think they already know,” Christina stated pointing to them peering out the window.

       Christina and Craig were married the next day with me catering and carrying out the plans of their wedding. Now they celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary on this Christmas day. Aarush gave me permission to visit them for the day as Mary’s granddaughter just to see the two I brought together under the Christmas star. They are still happy and their grandchildren and great-grandchildren bask in that love. 

I''ll always remember this first couple I brought together under the Christmas star. but who knows maybe someday I'll be your Christmas angel when you wish upon the Christmas . Until then Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah,Happy holidays whatever you celebrate let your days be merry and bright.
©Sheilagh Lee December 14 ,2016
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Three Word Wednesday-The Christmas Angel 2- The Christmas Star

Three Word Wednesday-The Christmas Angel 2- The Christmas Star
Unacceptable, adjective: intolerable, insufferable, unsatisfactory, inadmissible, inappropriate, unsuitable, undesirable, unreasonable, insupportable; offensive, obnoxious, disagreeable, disgraceful, deplorable, beyond the pale, bad; a bit much, too much, not on.
Vain, adjective: conceited, narcissistic, self-loving, in love with oneself, self-admiring, self-regarding, self-obsessed, egocentric, egotistic, egotistical; proud, arrogant, boastful, cocky, cocksure, immodest, swaggering; informal big-headed; literary vainglorious, futile, useless, pointless, to no purpose, hopeless, in vain; ineffective, ineffectual, inefficacious, impotent, unavailing, to no avail, fruitless, profitless, unrewarding, unproductive, unsuccessful, failed, abortive, for nothing; thwarted, frustrated, foiled.
Wakeful, adjective: awake, restless, restive, tossing and turning, alert, watchful, vigilant, on the lookout, on one's guard, attentive, heedful, wary.

I first wrote part of this last Thursday for ThursThreads 

and won an HM for that part but I’ve added to it much more since then and this is the condensed version of the added story for blog purposes.

The Christmas Angel 2 - The Christmas Star
         Christmas is a magical time of year when hearts are lighter, and people seem to care more about others. How I wish this could last throughout the year. Humans would share with others, be kinder and the world would always be an enchanted place. Christmas also brings sadness and an awareness of their place in the universe. These sad sacks whose hearts are battered and bruised, these have a right to be sad. They’ve loved lost, loved ones who were missed from their hearts and dinner tables. Some have gone through trauma, and or illness, they are not vain just simply poor and downtrodden by life. It's unacceptable that some people avoid them. Nerves can be exposed and these people need most of all a human touch of kindness. These people are assigned a Christmas angel. Why am I commenting on this? Because it is now my job to help these people as their Christmas angel as my cousin Mary-Ellen once did for others in The Christmas Angel.the christmas angel cover 2 .jpg

       It is a great honour that has been bestowed on me and I don’t want to fail so I had to be wakeful, watch my subjects and decide how to begin.  I started first with Craig Trent. Craig grieving and lost without his parents has let the one thing he loved, Christina, go out of his life.   So I’ve been whispering in his ear to remind him what he's truly missing. Then I went to Christina and whispered in hers; but the two of them are stubborn’ I’m afraid this will require more so I had to receive permission from Aarush to materialize as a wedding planner.
      How can I accomplish this you ask? Craig ‘accidentally’ bumped into me in the coffee shop several days in a row and since I drop wedding planning stuff every day, his brain starts thinking about what he truly wants. We in heaven know that he wants to wed Christina and spend his life with her for that is what he's always wished and prayed upon the Christmas star.
      Parabart an angel who I met in my reeducation classes has offered to help me by needling Christina about coming home and reminding her of all the times Craig was there for her. I think that might work and I agree. After all there isn’t much time until Christmas my deadline.

     I convince Craig plan a surprise wedding but; the fact is he hasn’t even proposed yet. He hasn't even told Christina how he felt about her. Maybe my plans have gotten ahead of themselves. I am rushing everything I think and rush gets failure.
Parabart informed me that he’s tried his best; but Christina isn’t even coming home for Christmas. Everything is ruined. I’ve blown my first assignment.

       Aarush counselled me about proud going before a fall and then he stepped in 
and worked his magic helping Christina get a sitcom. Christina seemed happier and she  decided to come home. I had to step back and let fate work trusting that these two would find their way now Aarush said.Apparently that  advice didn't count for Aarush,  he  stayed nearby them while I was allowed to watch through the viewer until I was needed.

     Christina seemed happy about actually coming home for Christmas. I heard her thoughts. “Maybe, just maybe she’d have a white Christmas instead of palm trees swaying in the breeze and the sun beating down on her when she went outside on Christmas day Ten long years since she’d been home everything had changed and yet it looked like nothing had changed. The house next door where her best friend Craig lived still looked the same dressed up like the Griswolds for Christmas despite the death of Craig’s parents. I could see the lights made her happy reminding her of the past and I congratulated my self for needling Craig about the  revival of the Christmas lights.

      I heard Christina's thoughts as she exited her car. "Craig had wanted to travel and work in Los Angeles but instead he gone to the University here in town and looked after his ailing parents until six months ago. Poor Craig he’d only been to see Christina at once week a year when her parents had looked after his and then they’d died within two weeks of each other. Mom and dad had called her and Christina flew home but a week wasn’t enough time to comfort your best friend. The last six months instead of the daily calls he now called once a week if Christina was lucky. Had he found someone finally? Christina didn’t know how she felt about that. She wished she could talk with him she missed him surely she see him over Christmas. She told mom and dad to invite him.”

         Christina looked through the window of her parent’s home and she saw Craig. Christina smiled, but then she felt unsure. Christina wanted to share her good news that she landed an acting job with all of them; but her mom and dad were always asking "Did you meet someone? When will you settle down? You should have married Vincent and then pursued your career". Such old fashion archaic ideas belonged in the past; but still after ten years she wondered about Vincent, the football jock who she’d given up for her career. That what if! 

        She starred up at the Christmas star and said, “Star bright, Christmas star light I wish I may I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight. Then she wished to see what her life would have been married to Vincent. 

         I saw Aarush grant this wish and I gasped why was he wrecking everything?

         I watched as Christina entered the house and saw Vincent.

“I’ve been waiting for you. Were you spending all my money? Money doesn’t grow on trees you know and community theatre brings in diddly squat you should quit stay home and look after our kids. .”
“What?” Christina said.
“Are you feeling all right, wife? Because you’re supposed to cook me dinner when we get home and those little brats running around are getting on my nerves.”
“I’m not your wife,” Christina stumbled.

       Two children a boy and a girl ran around the Christmas tree screaming and yelling almost knocking over the tree. Christina wanted to give them a timeout but she didn’t want to offend their parents.
“That ring on your finger says I own you babe and those little rugrats screaming and hitting one another are mine. At least that’s what you tell me.”
“No one owns me.”

       Vincent then bopped her in the nose and broke it.

This is where I'm breaking the story if you'd like to continue reading over the holidays while I'm gone or even immediately go to

©Sheilagh Lee December 14 ,2016
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