Thoughts from the Tower

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Lost in the sound of the waves, Sherilyn sat at her desk by the window. Contentment filled her. She had finished writing several poems while sitting in this amazing castle. It felt surreal. What better place could there be to gain inspiration.

“Listen to tbe song of the bluebird.” Her grandmother’s words came back to her.

How her grandmother loved birds, especially the bluebird. Sherilyn grew to understand why her grandmother would often repeat that phrase about the bluebird to her. It was her way of telling Sherilyn to follow her heart.

Sherilyn loved her grandmother so much and couldn’t wait to finish this collection of poetry for her.

Her grandmother had always believed in her and her dreams. For this she was truly grateful. She believed in her so much that she had paid for her trip to Ireland! Sherilyn had been so shocked.

Outside walking along the water she may not hear the chipper singing of the bluebird, but she was captivated by the sound of the waves.

Time had passed quickly. She had been outside for 2 hours, enjoying the ocean. Her long hair was blowing in the wind, it would probably be a tangled mess but oh well, she didn’t care. There was noone here that she was trying to impress.

The owner of the castle was a younger guy arounf her age but somewhat strange and then there was the cook and butler. Sherilyn thought there would be more guests at the castle, but she was the only one.

At first she felt uneasy about being the only guest, but the feeling didn’t last long. She didn’t have time to socialize anyway, so it was a good thing that she was alone. No distractions.

She headed back inside. Perhaps she would take a little rest. When she got to her room the bed did look extra inviting. Before she could decide about a nap there was knocking on her door. Who could that be, she wondered.

When she opened her door, the owner of the castle was standing there.

“Good afternoon Miss,” he bowed and Sherilyn smiled.

“Hi! Do you need something?”

Clayton silently stared at her just long enough to make that uncomfortable feeling come back qgain.

“Would you like to see the tower? I was thinking how I didn’t take you there when giving you a tour.

Seeing more of the castle excited her, though there was a feeling in her gut telling her not to go.

Sherilyn pushed her wary feeling down. She was at a castle that she would probably never come to again, she should see everything.

“Sure, lets go!” She replied and Clayton led the way.

In the middle of climbing the steps she was regretting her decision. Her legs were tired from walking the beach. What had she been thinking, she should have came another day.

Finally they made it up to the room in the tower. Stepping into the room she felt a chill. The room was cold and there was only one tiny window to see out of. Well now she saw it, she was ready to go back. Curiosity solved.

Turning around to say something to Clayton she got a shock. He was gone. And that was when she heard the turn of the lock.

A silent dread washed over her like a tsunami. No, it couldn’t be. She ran to the door and tried turning the knob. Her fear was comfirmed. It didn’t turn, she was trapped.

(To be continued. .)

“Mario Kart” saves a life, The Queen of England has Fun, and More Facts…

https://www.businessinsider.com/queen-england-terrified-saudi-king-driving-2017-2

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This made me chuckle, the link above will tell more of the story.

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Not all video games are bad! This was one quick thinking child! Sadly if I drove like I did when I tried to play Mario Kart years ago with my kids, it would not turn out well! I do much better with a real car.

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I like this! A way to see a glimpse of someone’s true character.

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We need some days like that! Just listening to relaxing music, not hearing news ,which more often than not makes your blood pressure go up.

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Hmm … I don’t think my husband’s Best Man knew how to wield a sword. A good thing that there was no need for it.

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I do not believe I would be getting on any more ships!

Friday’s Super Short Stories and Music!

Merry Christmas Eve! The folMerry Christmas Eve! The following song is brought to you by my husband … he played it for me and I had to share my groans, I mean laughter, with all of you.

When you hope that Santa’s sleigh makes it to your house in time to put 2 more gifts under the tree!

When you carry the true meaning of Christmas in your heart all year long … not just for a day!

Wishing all of you a Wonderful, Joy-filled Christmas! Thanks for the smiles you bring throughout the year and for reading my posts! Here are 2 more Christmas songs for you that I hope you enjoy!

Testing the Sleigh

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Were they living at the North Pole? Cassandra was beginning to think so. Her nose was pressed up against the window pane. If she was to step outside a snow drift may swallow her up.

Thankful for the warm fireplace, Cassandra walked away from the window, grabbed a book and sat by the fire.

What adventure would Sally go on now? Cassandra had fun reading about Sally but a part of her longed to have an adventurous life like Sally! Maybe someday.

As her Mom’s piano playing rang through the room, Cassandra began to read.

“Time for bed dear ”

“Oh Mama just one more chapter please!”

Jane smiled at her daughters pleading eyes and relented.

“One more and than get some sleep. Christmas will soon be here and we have lots of baking to do tomorrow.”

Cassandra could almost taste her favorite cookies by just thinking of them. She loved Cookie Day, they made so many cookies to give away and plenty to keep. Though wifh Cassandra’s dad and brother the cookies never lasted long.

“Goodnight darling.” Kissing her on the cheek her mom walked up the stairs to go to bed. Now it was only Cassandra downstairs. She didn’t mind. There was a certain magic in the air, being alone downstairs while the snow fell. Feeling all snug and cozy, with their Boston Terrier lying at Cassandra’s feet.

A blast of cold air blew in. It startled Cassandra, making her shiver.

“You dummkopf! Look where you are going.”

Lost in wonder, Cassandra watched the unfolding scene in front of her. There was a sleigh halfway in her house and 2 elves arguing!

“It isn’t my fault, blame the GPS! I think it malfunctioned.”

All one could hear was the GPS repeating, “recalculating, recalculating…”

“Sure is a good thing we took this electric sleigh out for a trial run before Christmas Eve. I don’t think its going to work. We are going to still need to use the reindeer. They know the way to go!”

Mesmerized Cassandra continued to stare. There were real elves in front of her! Not just any elves but Santa’s. They had to be! Kind of funny looking with their big ears, but yet they were cute.

Noticing Cassandra the elves got a little color to their cheeks.

“Please excuse us, we are so sorry for the intrusion. We will just back out and be on our way.”

They started backing out when Cassandra snapped out of her daze.

“Please don’t go. Not yet. Are you Santa’s elves?”

“Ssh! Its supposed to be a secret but yes, we are. Pleased to meet you.”

Oooh Cassandra was jubilant with joy! There really was a Santa, she knew it!!

“My name is Alabaster and this “doolally” is named Snowball.”

Cassandra scrunched up her face. “Doolally… what does that mean?”

“It means noodlebrain.”

“Thats silly,” she laugbed. Then a light came to her eyes, “i can call my brother that!”

Snowball looked at Alabaster. “Well aren’t you teaching fine things. You are going to get her in trouble and put on Santa’s naughty list, for calling her brother names, dummkopf.”

Alabaster felt guilty and tried to change the subject fast, hoping Cassandra would forget the name.

“How would you like to go on a ride?”

“Are you crazy?” Snowball’s eyes were big with surprise.

“Yes,yes,yes! Pleeeeese!” Cassandra was jumping up and down.

“Bundle up warm and then we will go.” Alabaster told her.

“With a huge bounce in her step she went to the closet to dig out her boots and gloves and her thick ruby red coat.

Snowball was still shaking his head.

“Relax, it will be fine. We will just take her for a little spin.”

Skepticism was all across Snowball’s face. He hoped Alabaster was right or they may both be looking for new jobs!

Cassandra was as quick as a snap, bundled up from head to toe. “Lets go!” She exclaimed!

Alabaster may not be Santa, his belly didn’t shake like a bowlful of jelly but he had her bundled into the sleigh as quick as a flash.

Over the rooftops they flew. Cassandra felt like she could reach out and touch a star.

Too soon they came back down, landing right at her door this time, instead of running into it.

Little Cassandra’s face radiated pure happiness, which made the elves beam with pleasure as well.

“Well the hour is late, we gotta go.”

“But how will I remember you and know that all of this wasn’t a dream?”

“Miss. Cassandra, we bestow upon you our one of a kind elf hats.”

In total shock she accepted them from Alabaster’s hands. This indeed would be a night to remember.

Snug in her bed for a long night sleep, she could still feel their hugs as they bid her adieu.

What was that? “Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, she tore from her bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window she flew like a flash, threw open the shutters and tore up the sash.”

“Oh , this sleigh is no good! Now it won’t get off the ground!”

Cassandra watched, muffling her laughter. Then suddenly before her bright green eyes the sleigh rose in the sky and she heard, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night”

The Magical Sparkle

10 days until Christmas! The town was all decked out in holiday cheer. Absolutely picturesque, with store fronts having a friendly decorating competition. The winner would be announced on Christmas Eve.

“Holly,Jolly Christmas’ was playing when Tippner entered Mason’s diner. He stood under the door a little too long.

“Merry Christmas Tippner!” Miss. Blossom kissed him on the cheek and as he wiped it off Miss.Peanut kissed him on the other cheek as she went out the door.

Tippner grumbled, “Why do you have to hang up mistletoe?”

Laughing, Cara said, “Oh don’t be a Scrooge!”

Tippner sat down at his bootb muttering to himself, “I will be a scrooge if I want.”

In his opinion there was too much glitz around town. He felt like he was living in a Hallmark movie or something. It was like the clouds had rained down glitter.

His store was decorated with the Grinch’s face everywhere! Cara and Sarah just shook their heads and rolled their eyes at him.

The diner was busy, everyone was out shopping and they all needed a coffee break. Cara needed a coffee break too. Her Candy Cane Chocolate Lattes were selling out, she better get more ingredients for Christmas Eve.

“Mason, we are running low on eggs and peppermint creamer, could you run to the store?”

“I need to run a special errand so I will pick them up on the way back.” He put on his coat and gloves.

Cara looked at him, “But I thought you said that you were finished your Christmas shoppimg?”

Smiling, he shrugged, “Have to run, before they close.”

“You have plenty of time, the stores here have extended hours.” Cara replied, as she fixed more coffee.

“But this store isn’t in town. See ya later.” With a wink he headed for the door.

“Not in town, then where are …” the door closed. Cara wondered where he was going, Amanda was coming in a few days. Hmmm….maybe it was something for her. A slow smile spread across her face.

Hours later Cara was ready to get off her feet. It had been non-stop customers. Of all days for Mason to go on a secret errand. Just wait til she saw him tomorrow. Perhaps she would take an extra long lunch break, tomorrow.

Having just mopped the floor she started walking towards the back of the store when she heard something at the door. The Closed sign was up, who was there?

Opening up the door a crack, she almost got knocked down when a sheep dog burst in. His muddy paws trampling all over the floor!

Cara groaned. He was a mess! They didn’t have snow this week, they had rain and mud. It looked like he had been out in it for a long time.

“Where did you come from big fella?” She put out a bowl of water and he lapped it up so quickly. Poor fella, was probably hungry too. Finding some food in the back she filled a bowl with food and one with water. He wagged his tail with delight and sighing, she went back to mopping the floor all over again.

After eating the dog had laid down watching Cara. She couldn’t help but smile at him. They already had 3 dogs but Cara couldn’t turn him back out in the rain. She would bring him home. Bard would understand. He knew she had a big heart when it came to anomals. Hopefully they could find his owner before Christmas.

The door blew open and Tippner ran inside with his muddy boots. “Tippner!!’

“You have to come! There’s been an accident. ”

Cara’s eyes deepened with concern looking at Tippner’s stricken face. “Who?”

“It’s Mason, a car ran a redlight and plowed into him.”

Forgetting about the dog, Cara ran out the door with Tippner and jumped in his car. Neither of them spoke as Tippner drove to the hospital.

Fear clutched at Cara’s stomach, as they drove.

When they got to the hospital, Cara gave Sarah and Grayson a tight hug,

“How bad is it?”

“He is unconscious, swelling on his brain, all we can do is wait.”

Tears mingled as they all hugged again. The waiting room quickly filled up. Word spreads quickly in a small town like Bittersweet Creek.

Through the night people were there with Cara, Bard, Grayson, Sarah and Tippner. Old Man Fuzzywhistle came and Cara had never seen him with tears in his eyes before. But they were there when he walked out of Mason’s room.

Tippner kept banging the vending machine, it made him feel better and so far he had managed to dislodge 2 Snickers bars.

Grayson paced the floor as Sarah tried to get him to sit down. Finally he did, with his head in his hands. Others had their heads bowed in prayer.

Tippner looked around and said to Cara, “If only Mason could see how many people truly care about him. He would be overwhelmed.”

Grayson raised his head, ” Yes, people liked him for more than just his wavy, luxurious hair. Something we men in the family have to suffer with. The genetic trait of awesome hair.”

Everyone laughed, it felt good to break the tension.

“Silent Night, Holy Njght….” Carolers were in the hallway. Cara leaned against Bard and Sarah and Grayson were wrapped in each other’s arms as they listened. Tippy momentarily had stopped banging the vending machine and peace filled the room.

It was the wee hours of the morning and everyone had sore necks and backs but noone wanted to leave until they knew that Mason would be Ok.

Cara had phoned Amanda and she was leaving as soon as she could.

The hours passed and still no change. Tippner went to the diner to make coffee for everyone. He got pounced on when he entered the diner by one excited sheepdog!

The sheepdog started licking hun. He knew this dog, where had he seen it before? Yes, this was Randy’s dog! What was it doing here? He had told Randy he needed to move here, get away from those crazy women that put spells on him. Apparently the dog wanted knew to get away from them. He would call Randy later, he was probably worried, but doubted that he wanted disturbed at 3am!

At 7am Amanda arrived. Her eyes were red and swollen. Cara and Sarah gave her long hugs and they showed her Mason’s room and left. Only one person in a time was allowed in.

Amanda took his hand in hers, gently rubbing it. She was trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

“You have to wake up Mason, a whole waiting room full of people are waiting for you and I need you.”

“I need to see that smile that melts my heart and feel the touch that makes my heart race.”

She couldn’t say anymore as she laid her bead on his chest.

“Amanda, why are you crying? Where am I?”

Her head jerked up and she yelled, “You are awake! Doctor, Doctor!” She kept pushing the call button. It was happy chaos as the Dr and nurses gatbered around his bed.

It was Christmas Eve and Mason was coming home! He was doing fine. The Dr couldn’t believe it, the fact that he had survived with just bruises and scrapes was a miracle. His car was a mangled piece of metal.

“When is the Dr coming? I am ready to get out of here!”

“Relax, he is coming. In the meantime, we could watch more Hallmark movies ” Amanda gave a teasing grin, it was the only channel the hospital got.

Mason groaned as the Dr walked in.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Amanda laughed, I think you he needs a prescription for Hallmark movies.”

Once the Dr discharged him they stepped outside and he breatbed in the fresh air.

“Ahhh! Frels so good and look its snowing!”

“Its perfect, just like a movie!”

Amanda stuck out her tongue to catch a snowflake, could this day get any more magical?

“I love you Amanda Rose,” and they kissed as the snow fell, lost in a world of their own. The snow sparkled like diamonds. Amanda knew that nothing could shine brighter than her heart at this moment, not even the diamond ring on her finger.

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The Christmas Spirit, Happy endings, and the true meaning of Mistletoe

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You just have to love dolphins.

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One example of when anxiety sparked something good! Do you watch this at Christmas time?

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This is the true spirit of giving and of Christmas!

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I cannot imagine being that Mom. So glad that her persistence paid off and that she could help so many other families as well!

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How interesting! The original title was “One horse open sleigh”, why didn’t my school music teacher teach me this? Or perhaps she did and I forgot. 🙂

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And the mistletoe just lost its romantic charm, sorry everyone, but I couldn’t be the only one dis-enchanted now.

The Little Red Book

It was the 5th trip around Central park and Danielle was still not ready to get out of tbe carriage. This ride had helped the tension leave her body as her words had flowed.

The driver had come to a stop. They were back where they started.

“Sorry Miss, but my day is done.” .

Danielle sighed, closing her book. “Thank you! Have a good evening.” she said, as the driver helped her step down from the carriage.

“My pleasure Miss.” With a tip of his hat he rode away.

When he parked the carriage he got out thinking of Danielle. There was something about her, but he just couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

What was that? There was something lying on the seat. It looked like a small book. Picking up the scarlet red book he saw that it said Journal on the cover. He opened the first page, maybe her name would be there.

“I rode around Central park…”

He closed the book. This wasn’t meant for him to read, it was her private journal.

But it didn’t have a lock or key, don’t diaries have them tiny locks keeping nosy people out?

He drove home with it arguing with himself. When he got home , he fixed himself some supper and sat down with it lying on the table. After taking a few bites he decided he had to read it, at least he should see if her name is in it. How else could he return it?

Tristan’s conscience pricked him, he knew he was making up excuses. Picking up the book he opened it up. It looked like he would have something for confession this week.

Taking a drink he began to read. “Clip Clop went the horses hooves. If I concentrated hard enough on the sound of their hooves I may be able to get the image of Gayle’s blood and the sound of her screams out of my mind. Her blood had splattered all over me. I scrubbed so hard but couldn’t scrub away my guilt. My hands felt raw from the soap.”

Tristan’s heart was beating faster.

“Clip -Clop,Clip- Clop, What had I done? Would I always feel this way or would my guilt get less each time I stabbed the knife into my victim ?”

Grabbing his glass he gulped down the water, he had.choked on his cracker, it was stuck in his throat.

Coughing hard released the cracker. He could breathe again. Beads of sweat were running down his face. His chest still felt tight, but it wasn’t due to any food stuck in his throat.

What was he supposed to do now? Go to the police? He swallowed some heartburn pills.

Poor Gayle, he wondered who she was. Danielle had seemed like such a pleasant lady, but she was the true image of a wolf in sheep clothing! Had she committed the murder right before taking a ride with him? Thoughts were racing through his mind like a speeding bullet. He cringed.

This waa freaking him out, and he didn’t freak out normally! He left that to his ex-wife, she freaked out enough for both of them! Taking a sleeping pill he went to bed. Perhaps he would wake up from this nigbtmare in the morning.

A thought occurred to him. Was he supposed to have been her next victim? Would he be? Perhaps he needed a new job. What if….he stared at the ceiling trying to calm himself. This may be one night when the sleeping pill didn’t work.

She couldn’t believe it! Everything was dumped out of her purse strewn across the table and no book was to be found. Danielle felt sick. She must have put it down when she was rummaging for money in her purse to pay the driver.

Ugh! It figures, her writer’s block finally fades and words flowed. Now they were gone! She would show up first thing in the morning tomorrow at the carriage rides. Hopefully her driver would be there. Tristan was his name, a real friendly fellow.

At 8am sharp Danielle was at the meeting place to get a carriage ride. She was ahead of the carriages. Within a few moments they were coming down the road. When the first one got closer she recognized Tristan.

His csrriage slowed to a stop and he saw her.

She walked up to his carriage, “Hi Tristan…I wondered….”

He gulped, she remembered his name!

All the people stared as the horse and buggy raced down the street, with a crazy driver yelling”faster,faster!”

They didn’t know what he did. He had stayed up reading!

Trading Places

This the 2nd part to A True Fortune?

Amazement washed over her. Dorothy stared at the castle in front of her. She was actually here, at Cinderella’s fancy castle. It was huge, nothing like her little house on the farm.

She was going to live the life of a Princess for a week, this was bound to be heavenly. No chores, no smelly animals.

The doors of the castle opened and Prince Charming walked out. Wow! Dorothy pinched herself. She was smitten! Oh yes, what a week this would be. A real prince! No farm boy wearing overalls.

Meanwhile Cinderella found herself standing in the middle of a pasture. There were 2 lambs grazing nearby her. They were so cute. So fluffy, that she wanted to reach out and touch them.

“Excuse me Miss, can I help you? Are you lost? You look like you are on your way to a Ball with your fancy gown.”

“Oh No, I am exactly where I want to be. Out in the open fields and no one around! She twirled around, as the old farmer scratched his head staring at her.

She stopped twirling and put out her hand. “Hi! I am Cinderella, so pleased to meet you.”

Old man Fuzzywhistle tugged at his beard. “Cinderella?”

“Yes, I know you were expecting Dorothy, but we switched places for a week.”

Poor old man Fuzzywhistle didn’t know what to say. Who was this strange woman. She obviously was delusional. She kept talking about meeting Dorothy, from the Wizard of Oz and ruby slippers. He nodded his head at times while thinking of what to do!

When she paused for breath he spoke. “Are you hungry? How would you like to go grab a bite to eat at the best diner in town?”

Cinderella looked slightly confused. “I don’t think I have ever been to a diner so yes, I would love too.”

When they walked into the diner some of the customers couldn’t help but stare at Cinderella in her fancy gown. But it didn’t last long, one never knew what they may see in their town. It was normal to always expect the unexpected.

Cara heard the door jingle when they came in and looked up from the table she was wiping down. Whoa! Who was she?

Old man Fuzzywhistle smiled at the shock in Cara’s eyes at seeing a beautiful lady with him on his arm.

They sat down at a booth and waited for her. Cinderella was looking all around calling the diner cute.

Fuzzywhistle laughed to himself, Mason would love to hear that his diner was cute.

“Good Morning Fuzzywhistle! Who is your lovely friend? Cara asked.

“Good Morning, I would like you to meet Cinderella. Cinderella this is Cara.”

Cara raised her eyebrows , “Umm…Hi. how very nice to meet you. What can I get you to eat?”

“Some Creme Brulee French toast please, English scones and Eggs Benedict would be perfect.”

Old Man Fuzzywhistle started coughing and Cara was shaking her head in disbelief. “I apologize but we don’t serve any of …”

Cinderella interrupted her. “Who is that? He reminds me of my beloved Prince Charming.”

Turning her head to see who Cinderella was looking at made Cara lose all composure.

“Prince Charming? Mason resembles Prjnce ..” she couldn’t finish her sentence. She was bent over laughing too hard.

Mason walked up to the table to see what was going on and to meet the stunning lady! How did old man Fuzzywhistle know her?

Cara was wiping her eyes when Mason came up to the table. Old man Fuzzywhistle spoke up. “I would like you to meet Cinderella and Cinderella this is Mason.”

Mason couldn’t find his words before Cinderella spoke. ” It is my extreme pleasure to meet you. Do you happen to be related to Prince Charming at all?”

Cara watched Mason’s eyes go from surprise to being smug. “Well, I don’t like to brag, but…..”

Ahhh! Cinderella beamed, she knew it, what a week this was bound to be.

“Oh help!” Cara muttered under her breath, she needed coffee.