Stories to Tell

I started writing again just over 10 years ago. Not really sure what sparked it. I hadn’t written since I was in my early (troubled teens).
Suddenly, when I hit my fifties, stories began flooding my brain and screaming to be let out.
The first story to emerge was “Guy at the Bar”, which brought back lovely memories of a small village in North Yorkshire called Brompton on Swale. Tears flowed as I wrote about my parents, how I miss them. If there really is an after life, they’ll be looking down at me and shaking their head and saying, “Our Sandra, a rebel to the end.”
Guy at the Bar wasn’t a best seller, but it piqued my interest and more stories followed. I recently re-wrote Guy at the Bar, and bundled it into a collection of short, slightly scary stories, called “Ghosts on the Sand and other chilling tales.” It’s still for sale on Amazon, along with my second book “Dead of July.”
Ghosts on the Sand Dead of July – Amazon
Now I’m retired and have a little more time on my hands so I’m writing again. I’ve just finished a Children’s book, inspired by my daughter’s pup Tess. I took care of Tess for a short time while my daughter and her husband vacationed in Japan. I never knew dogs could be so funny, or have so much character. I adjusted my mindset to write for children. I also had to think like a puppy. It was a blast to write. “Princess Tess and her Mess” will be published sometime this year.
The pictures above are my mum and dad. I never stop missing them. On the right is the King William IV, where Guy at the Bar came to life.
Writing makes me happy!

Bloodmoon Cometh – What will it bring?

Blood Moon Rising


Some Christians see this series of so-called blood moons as linked to a biblical prophecy of the End Times.

A lunar eclipse occurs when the sun, Earth and moon line up so the Earth’s shadow falls on the moon, darkening it.

The one on April 15 will begin at 1:20 a.m. on the East Coast, according to Sky and Telescope magazine.

“Eclipses are one of the few astronomical events that can easily be enjoyed with the naked eye,” though a pair of binoculars brings it into even greater focus, said astronomy writer Gary Kronk.

As it begins, “the Earth’s shadow will make a slow crawl across the moon’s face, appearing as if there is an increasingly large ‘bite’ taken out of the moon,” said Deborah Byrd with, an online science magazine.

At first, the full moon will just appear to be a little darker than normal, “but eventually people will notice a much darker arc moving across the moon, with a distinct rusty reddish-brown color,” said astronomer Gerald McKeegan at the Chabot Space and Science Center in Oakland, Calif.

The bloody red color the moon takes on during an eclipse is caused by refraction of sunlight by the Earth’s atmosphere.

This eclipse also features an extra astronomical quirk. Mars will appear “as a fiery red ‘star’ next to the moon. Together red Mars and the red shadow on the moon’s face should be a spectacular sight and an incredible photo opportunity,” said Byrd.

The only downside to this month’s lunar eclipse is that it comes very late at night for most of America.

However, many observatories and science museums will have special events during the eclipse. For those where it’s cloudy, the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles will be streaming the event live.

The April 15 eclipse marks the start of a lunar tetrad. That event occurs when there are four successive total lunar eclipses, with no partial lunar eclipses in between, each of which is separated from the other by six full moons.

A book out last year, Four Blood Moons: Something is about to change, suggests the event could be a fulfillment of biblical prophecy.

In it, John Hagee writes that the red disks of the moon during the full eclipses are referred to in the book of Joel 2:31: “The sun will be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the Lord come.”

The other three eclipses of this lunar tetrad are on Oct. 8 of this year and then April 8 and Sept. 28 of 2015.


Clearing the Demons – A Ghost Story (Part 2)

As I walked slowly, but purposefully to the cemetery, the  old woman’s dry whisper echoed in my head Go and visit your mother! Old womanbrompton-on-swale-01

Why was I paying any attention to the ramblings of an old lady I’d met briefly in a pub? An old lady only I could see! Was I finally losing my mind? After the year I had just struggled to survive, it wouldn’t surprise me. What had the old woman meant when she said  I had called her? I pinched myself, just to make sure I was awake. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

Opening the wrought iron gate leading into the cemetery I walked through, wondering as always, if the gate were there to keep the dead from wandering into the village. Cemetery’s always made me uncomfortable. I imagined I heard whispers and saw shadows. I rarely attended funerals for the same reason. My parents funeral was different. At their funeral I listened intently praying thew would whisper to me. I had things I needed to say to them. It wasn’t to be.

My feet crunched on the gravel as I walked along the path, past the War Memorial. I paused  in front of it. When I was much younger I visited this cemetery with my Dad. He told me about the two World Wars and how his father served in World War I and he had served in World War II. My Dad proudly told me he had been a Desert Rat. “You were a Rat?” I asked him shuddering at the thought. He laughed. “I’ll show you the photos when we get home,” he said.

My eyes filled with tears as I continued my walk to my parents final resting place. My dad had been dead for over twenty years, but it felt like only yesterday. When I reached the small double headstone that marked where my parents ashes were buried and sank to my knees oblivious of the damp earth.

“Oh Mum, I miss you.” I said out loud “Why didn’t I spend more time with you? Why didn’t I heed your wise words? My life is a mess, I’m lost.”

A breeze whispered gently through the branches of the old trees that shaded the cemetery.

No pet, you aren’t lost, you have just strayed a little. 

Was that my mother’s voice? It came from behind me. I turned to look, but couldn’t move.

Shhhh, it’s going to be alright. 

I felt a hand touch the side of my face, another rested on my shoulder. The world as I knew it faded away……….

A German Ghost Story

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Alice in Wonderland or Fringe Science? An unusual day a the office.

I followed the good Doctor into the stairway leading down from the roof. He secured the door tightly behind him. “That will keep them out” he said. I somehow doubted it, I had seen what Daleks could do! Even the old MK. 1’s scared me. I knew the new models could hover and fly. I dreaded to think what else they could do.Mk 1 Dalek I ran down the stairs as quickly as I could, expecting the door to explode and come hurtling towards me at any moment.

It was silent, no banging, nothing. I sighed with premature relief. We raced down to the third floor and stopped by the door to my office. Dr. Who opened the door for me and bade me goodbye. “You can’t leave me now, what happens next?”

“That my dear, is up to you, I have universes to save” he said as he let go of the door. I stood still wondering if my strange morning was going to improve or deteriorate. I heard excited voices close by and went to investigate. A huddle of attorney’s were standing in the west conference room, their faces pressed up against the glass. I followed the direction of their gaze just in time to see an old-fashioned telephone box disappear. I was unable to control my laughter and everyone turned around to look at me. “What’s wrong? Anyone would think  you had never seen the Tardis before” I said. They turned around and looked at me. Ted spoke up. “The Tardis? I would love to see the Tardis, maybe it will be on another truck”

Tardis“What were you all looking at?” I asked, still laughing. He pointed to the accident on the Interstate below our window.

“A truck just dumped its load on the road. He was carrying Dalek’s”

I looked out at the highway. He was right, there were three wrecked Dalek’s blocking the highway. I looked up to the skies for signs of their spaceship, but all I saw was clear blue sky. “You didn’t see the Tardis down there?” I asked.

“No, did we miss it? Damn”dalek-recovery-roadside-relay-homestart

I stood there looking at the highway as they loaded what remained of the Daleks onto a trailer. I hoped the knew what they were doing. I wondered why these guys were talking about Daleks like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Ted, why would a truck be carrying Daleks?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

“It’s the new Cirque de Soleil show. Dr. Who through the ages.” He replied rolling his eyes at my ignorance. “The tickets cost a fortune, but I am going to get some. Best show on Earth”

“Is it set in the second world war?” I asked remembering my encounter with the Nazi’s on the way to work.

“Dr. Who didn’t start until 1963. World War II ended long before that. Your history isn’t very good is it?”

I smiled and walked into my office wondering what was going to happen next.

Ghosts and Myths around the World

It is impossible to know why some of us are open and sensitive to the mist of things that were. We see and talk to people who have passed. We have the ability to see into the future.

My ability to see the occasional ghost, and glimpse the future in dreams sometimes scares me, but it is part of who I am. I don’t choose who I see, or talk to. They choose me. I would love to talk to my mother, but she has never visited me, I wish she would.

As a child I was fascinated by Greek and Italian Gods.

The Gods of Olympus















Myths and Folklore from around the world fascinate me. As a child I would surround myself with books, becoming lost amid stories of the Titans, great Gods and the monsters they fought. Maybe my fascination is what opened the door to the other side.

I would like to use my blog to share stories from around the world. I can find these on my own, but it would be so much better if I could share real stories, passed down by generations.

Spread the word and share your folklore with me. Tell me about your ghosts, gods, spirits and trolls. Help me to share your stories.

Can you spot the Trolls?

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1944 – A Love Story

Believe it or not, I have found a love story, which was written on  a typewriter by my dad in the Second World War,  during the terrible bombings in London.  He then mailed this story to his father in July of 1944.  Maybe he didn’t think he would live to deliver it in person. Unfortunately he didn’t finish this story, only wrote ten pages, so watch out for my interpretation of how it will end. I also found a very short essay written about his time in Egypt. It looks like destiny intended me to write. Is it coincidence that these stories resurfaced  on the 11th anniversary of my dad’s death?

I told you, things happen to me……….