Amy Schley

Howdy, y'all. I'm a second year law student in Kansas City, Kansas. (I go to school in Kansas City, Missouri. These are different cities, I promise.) I'm trying to become an intellectual property lawyer, which should come in handy if I ever manage to get published. In the mean time, if you steal my stuff, I get to practice my trial skills on you. ;) I find writing to be an excellent stress reducer, though a bit distracting. And sometimes, the real cases we have are crazier than anything I could make up! Meanwhile, before I was viciously infected by creativity, I sing, play piano, and try to survive the onslaught of my second year of law school. I am helped in this quest by my wonderful husband and my three attention hogging cats.I've started a new series of short stories. They are based on various cases and laws, but with a paranormal twist and a humorous treatment. My Property Law ghost story, my "pulp fiction" take on a tax lawyer zombie, and my journalistic version of the REAL hairy hands case are all posted. There will soon be my screenplay for a suit against the devil and the adventures of the time traveling patent agents. I may try to find some more cases to write about, as I'm really starting to like Ted Clark and Hans Retchsanwalt. My hope is to get these up and finished by the end of the year, but finals, alas, must come before fiction.Update 2/9: I've been reworking the early chapters of Into the Sea. I don't have enough for a ticket, but I want to give my readers a little taste. This scene happens immediately after Eric's death. Little Thalassa cried, the scream of the hungry infant. Lundy looked over at Maris, who was resting on Lundy’s bed. Thalassa was squirming in Maris’s arms, but Maris took no notice. The new widow just stared at the ceiling of Lundy’s house. “Maris,” Lundy called gently. “Maris, da baby’s hungry.” No response. “Maris!” Lundy yelled. The girl jerked into awareness, sitting up slightly. “Need to feed da baby,” Lundy added. “Oh.” Maris paused for a moment. “I uh, had a, a wet nurse at home. I uh, don’t know how to nurse her.” Lundy sighed. “Let her suck on your finger for a bit.” She headed for the ladder by the door. “Where are you going?” Maris asked, her voice rising in fear. “I goin’ ta make dis baby a sugar tit. You jus’ stay here.” Lundy climbed down the ladder to the small hillock underneath her house. The frequent hurricanes and ensuing flooding dictated that houses could not be built at ground level, and so the Corkies put their houses on stilts. Underneath the house they dug their wells and “cold holds”—a pit a foot across and about two feet deep, covered with large stone to keep raccoons and the like out of the food stored inside. Lundy opened the hold for the skin of dugong milk she had filled early that morning. She went back inside and filled a small bowl at her table, then soaked a clean rag in the milk. Thalassa was sucking on her mother’s finger. Maris was staring at her daughter in bewilderment. Poor girl. Doesn’t even know how to mother her baby, Lundy thought. The old woman gently picked up the baby who began crying when the finger was gone. “Dere, dere now,” Lundy soothed as she cradled the infant in her arms. She brought the rag to the baby’s lips, and Thalassa began sucking eagerly. “It goin’ be okay, little princess, little Lassa,” Lundy whispered, gently stroking the infant’s head. She turned to the teenager. “Maris, what be da name of dis nurse?” “Uh, Bess, I think,” Maris paused. “Yeah, Bess Purvis.” “Purvis. I know dat fam’ly. Ol’ Gran Purvis be in Aston, not too far from here. She’ll know where Bess be.” Thalassa’s suckling was slowing down. “Or another nurse,” Lundy added darkly. “Maris, dis baby’ll need changing soon. Can you do dat?” The girl blushed. “Sorry.” Lundy sighed. “Okay. Den I’ll wait. Watch how I change her nappy, cuz you need to know dis too.” Thalassa was done suckling on the rag, so Lundy stood up and handed her back to Maris, who held the infant like it might attack her at any moment. Lundy went to her linen cabinet, pulled out a square piece of linen cloth, and laid it out on the table. She took back Thalassa, cradling the girl in her arms. I like Reading, Singing, Playing with my kitty cats, hanging out with my law school buddies Favourite movies Star Trek, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, you know, the usual suspects. Favourite books Pratchett and Zhan. 'Nuff said. (Not really: LOTR ought to get a mention too.) Favourite music Broadway Showtunes, Pop Opera (Amici, Il Divo, and the like), Pop Classical (Bond and the like)

Caveat Emptor

This is the first in a series of scifi/fantasy law related stories I'm working on. This story is inspired by a real case in 1991 in which a buyer sued the seller for not disclosing that the house had a national reputation for being haunted. Up until this point, the state of New York had a strict caveat emptor rule for property, and Justice Rubin wrote, “Applying the strict rule of caveat emptor to a contract involving a house possessed by poltergeists conjures up visions of a psychic or medium routinely accompanying the structural engineer and Terminix man on an inspection of every home subject to a contract of sale.” Justice Rubin decided to vacate the caveat emptor rule, but the dissent disagreed strongly. This story is set in a world where the dissent won. Ah, the things lawyers think about at Halloween.

Into the Sea Act 1

This story began with a dream of being a mermaid swimming into the sea. I played around with making it the classic fairy tale of the orphan and the evil witch, but that just seems too cliche. I wanted characters who felt like people I knew. I wanted the Mermaids to actually be adapted to the ocean enviroment, instead of the creation of VERY lonely sailors. I also love the idea of what happens next in fairy tales (Into the Woods, anyone?), and I honestly hate the message of Disney's 'The Little Mermaid.' A sixteen year old girl who abandons her family for a man she has seen once (once!) gets daddy's blessing and eternal happiness? Not in any world I know. So I emphasized the mermaid's self-centeredness, made the witch someone who just does what she has to do to get by, made daddy mermaid bitter, introduced a granddaughter, and let the whole thing run.

The Tax Zombie Cometh . . .

A day in the life of Ted Clark, business and tax lawyer. Part of the law series, though this isn't based on any particular cases. Rather, this started as a way of exploring some of the stranger sides of tax law. Believe or not, everything in here is good law. Note: this is an altered version of the original story. Unfortunately, in updating all the old comments were lost. I'm sorry!

Into the Sea Act 2

Lassa must adapt to live under the sea.

Into the Sea Act 4

Edmar has been attacked, Irvina has been captured, Don Ormand is dead. What are the Meres going to do about it?

The Paranormal Persons' New Year's Eve Party

Another story staring everyone's favorite undead tax attorney. Ted and Gigi go the ball, but nothing goes quite as planned. We learn more about Ted as well as some of the other folks in the Paranormal community. All song lyrics are property of their respective owners.

Into the Sea Act 3

What has Farina been up to? Nothing good!

Into the Sea Act 5

The Meres go to rescue the prisoners. But what about Farina?

The Hairy Hand

Continuing with my law theme, this is a retelling of one of the most famous law cases in contract law: Hawkins v. McGee aka 'The Hairy Hand case.' With a name like that, shouldn't werewolves be involved somehow? The quotes about whether or not a contract was formed are actually from the real case. (Which under copyright law are in the public domain.)

Diary of a Young Girl

A story describing the rise of a totalitarian dictator in the United States, as told through the diary entries of a young girl in Missouri. Resemblance to former dictators is intentional; resemblance to current politicians is coincidental and hopefully theoretical. This is probably the most personal thing I've written, as the parents and teachers are based off my family, friends and teachers. The girl is based off of a girl in my high school who died of heart complications less than a week before we were to graduate. Literature directly referenced: To Kill a Mockingbird Harper Lee Animal Farm George Orwell 'Repent, Harlequin!' Said the Ticktock Man. Harlan Ellison Julius Caesar William Shakespeare Diary of a Young Girl Ann Frank

Into the Sea Notes

For everyone who wants to know more about the world and the people in Into the Sea.