Just Jot It January – Curiosity – Day 22

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Just Jot It January – Curiosity – Day 22

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#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 22nd

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Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 22nd is brought to you by Pamela! Click here to find her last post and say hi while you’re there! Pamela’s word for our prompt today is “curiosity.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

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Today’s Jot word is = curiosity, and was suggested by Pamela! Thanks!

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You see things and say ‘why?’ But I dream things that never were and say ‘why not?’ ~ George Bernard Shaw

This is a quote from George Bernard Shaw. (July 26, 1856-November 2, 1950) He was a Nobel-Prize and Oscar-winning Irish playwright, critic, and socialist.

I like this quote because I do feel people in general see the things, and happenings in their world, each in their own unique way. Some are satisfied with the surface appearance of what their life is like, or maybe ask a rhetorical ‘why’, but dig no deeper. Then there are others, who are not satisfied with the status quo, so let their curiosity lead them down many other pathways, to find out more.

I know I’m curious about lots of things, and want to know the usual answers to, who, what, where, when, and why. Looking for answers, especially when you go googling, can take a long time, because one thing you find, leads to another interesting thing. Curiosity is a good thing!

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Just Jot It January – Echo – Day 21

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Just Jot It January – Echo – Day 21

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 21st

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Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 21st is brought to you by Lady Lee! Click here to find her last Just Jot it January post and say hi while you’re there! Lady Lee’s word for our prompt today is “echo.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

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The Jot word of the day is = echo. Thanks Lady Lee for the suggestion!

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There is a form of poetry called ‘Echo Poems’.

You write a line about anything you want, and just echo the last word, or use a rhyming word to go with the last word of the line you wrote. Sounds pretty simple, but it’s harder than it looks.

They are fun to do though, so I’ve tried a couple…

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Love?

A million dollars buys a bunch – lunch?

You can buy what you desire – liar!

It’s a fact you can’t buy love – dove

Pay your bills then have some fun – sun

Love will come when time is right – night?

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Aliens

Alien beings are certainly here – near

Watching over you and I – why?

Are they friend or are they foe? – know

Echoes from the faraway stars – Mars?

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 104

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 104

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Ghost woke first, mid-morning. The wind was howling outside. His blankets were nice and warm, from body heat, but the room was cold. He took a blanket, wrapped around his head and shoulders, and went to make coffee. Then, he went to wake Steve.

“Hey, move over,” he said, as he got into Steve’s bed.

“What’s the matter?” Steve mumbled.

“It’s snowing, and it’s cold. I made coffee.”

“It’s snowing?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, go look outside,” Ghost said, wrapping himself around Steve’s warm body, shivering.

“Maybe in a minute, I can’t move ’cause you’re all over me,” Steve said.

“That’s ’cause I’m so cold.”

They snuggled a few minutes, until the warm, rich, coffee smell brought them to the kitchen. After pouring each of them a mug, Steve looked out the window. “Yep, it’s snowing…seems early though, it’s not even Halloween, yet.”

Ghost took his coffee out to the living-room, then opened the front door. A blast of cold wind and snow blew through the screen.

“Shut the door,” Steve hollered.

“Okay, guess I can’t go sit on the swing, then.”

“Good observation, there, Ghost,” Steve teased. “Guess I can’t get into town either. I was supposed to go to work, again.” Steve picked up his phone to call Terry. “Hey, Terry, we’re snowed in out here,” Steve said, when Terry answered. “I’m not gonna get over there today. What?” he listened. “Yeah, we’ll be fine…call and let us know.” He hung up. “Terry said don’t come in ’cause the whole town is without power. He’s not opening, anyway,” he told Ghost.

“Do we have power?” Ghost asked.

Steve looked at him funny. “What do you think, Ghost? For real…do you think we have power, or not? Just…I don’t know…look around…what do you think?”

Ghost looked around the room. “Hmm, guess we do, ’cause I made the coffee.”

“No, guess again,” Steve said.

“Well, the lights are working,” Ghost said, as he flipped the switch.

“Yes, that’s it. The lights are on…and anyway, the coffee pot isn’t electric. It’s made on the stove, and the stove runs on propane, way out here.”

Ghost sneered, “I know that, that’s not what I meant. I meant why do we have power, and they don’t?”

“Oh,” Steve said, thinking a minute. “That, I don’t know. Just a fluke, I guess.”

“Well, shouldn’t we tell somebody?” asked Ghost.

“Tell them what…that…gee, we have power out here, maybe you should come turn it off, like everybody else?” Steve snorted.

“No, Steve…just ask why.”

“You’re killing me, Ghost, with all your whys, what ifs, and how comes. Just be happy we have it,” Steve said, now tired of the conversation, already. He went to the kitchen to find something to eat. “Guess we’ll just have to have cereal today, unless you plan on cooking?”

“Maybe later, Steve. I’ll make potato soup.”

“That sounds perfect, can’t wait,” Steve said.

They busied themselves for awhile, Ghost working on his pictures, and writing copy for the book. Steve played his guitar, and tried to make a plan for making a CD of their songs.

“What do you think we should use for the cover picture, Ghost?”

“Well, we could use one of these here pictures, I guess. They look pretty cool. Maybe this one?” Ghost handed one over to Steve.

“Yeah, both of us are in it, but so are these ‘spirit’ people,” he said.

“I know, that’s what’s good about it. See, our name is ‘Lost Souls?’, so these spirits are some lost souls…get it?”

“Oh, yeah, now I get it. We look pretty good here, too.”

“Okay, this is the one, but is it going to be in color, or should I just color them like last time? And, how many can we make?” Ghost asked.

“Well, we made a lot, last time…I think it was 100. So, maybe more than that. I need to talk to some people about all of this; people who do this kind of stuff, ’cause I don’t really know. The tape we did by ourselves. This time it should be more professional,” Steve said. “I liked the songs we picked. We need to record them in a studio…maybe Terry’s, again?”

“Yeah, Steve, that was real fun, and we sounded good.”

“Yeah, but we need to practice a lot more, first,” Steve said. “How’s the book layout coming along?”

“Good, and I’m still writing stuff. The pictures fit good, too. There’s something I wanted to ask, though. I want it to be a book, but I want just my own writing on the pages…you know, not typed. Can they do that?”

“Well, I think so; we’ll ask the printer, but if that’s what you want, we’ll do it somehow,” Steve said.

They continued working awhile. Ghost decided to start cooking, and went into the kitchen. He got the potatoes boiling, and had just started back to the living-room, when the lights went out.

“Steeeve, the lights went out,” he whined.

“Yeah, I can see they did, Ghost.” He sat up from the couch, where he’d been stretched out.

It wasn’t night yet, so they could still see, but it was darker because of the snowy, gray day.  “Better find some candles, and the flashlight,” Steve said.

“Yeah, at least we have the stove and the heater,” Ghost said.

“Your grandmother had the right idea. The heater runs on propane, too. At least we won’t freeze.”

“But, it’s still cold in here,” Ghost said.

“Well, get another blanket, then. We’ll be fine.”

Ghost went to find candles, and to check on his soup.

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Kinsey wasn’t having an easy time of it back at the Yew. The whole town was blacked out, and as evening came, his club and apartment above, grew cold without heat. And, he was losing money, because he couldn’t open. Terry had made his way over earlier, to discuss the situation. 


“How long do you figure this’ll last, Kinsey?” he asked.


“I don’t know, but the last weather update was saying it was a freak blizzard, and might last all week. Even the electric company can’t get out to repair the lines, yet. Guess we’ll have to make the best of it,” Kinsey said.


Yeah, look at it out there…probably three feet already, and still coming down,” Terry said. He looked over at Kinsey. “What now?” he asked, seeing the worried look on Kinsey’s face.


“It’s Steve and Ghost. You know how it is, Terry…I always worry about them. They drive me crazy, but…you know.”


“Yeah, I know. I did talk to Steve, earlier. He said they’re fine, and not to worry. I’m sure they’ll be ok. We’ve all been through snowstorms before, and besides, Miz Deliverances’s old house was made for stuff like this. And, all that work we did on the house, back in the summer, remember, the new roof, and some insulation should help. Aren’t they on propane out there, too?” Terry said.


“Oh, yeah, I think they are.  They’re probably better off than we are, here in town. We have that little generator, but it may not last long. If it goes out, we have no other heat, and the pipes could freeze in here,” Kinsey said. 


They kept looking out at the wind-driven snow, making drifts higher. 


“Do you think they have enough food?” Kinsey asked.


“That, I don’t know, but for a day or two, yeah, they’ll be fine,” Terry said. “What about those other two, Zach and Trevor? Ya worried about them, too?” 


“Yeah,” Kinsey said, “especially out there in that creepy house. I don’t even know if they ever had any lights turned on, or water. Well, they’re closer to town. Guess they could walk in, if they have to. I don’t think their car could make it until the streets are plowed, though,” Kinsey shrugged. “Well, if they do show up here, I’ll let ’em in, but this isn’t any better…it’s cold in here, too. I’m going to find some candles…you can hang out here if you want to. Maybe we can get in a game of pool, before it gets too dark.”


“Sure, I’ll go rack them up,” Terry said, happy to have something to do.


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Zach and Trevor weren’t worried at all. They were having fun. Zach had never seen this much snow before, being from Louisiana, so he was out in it, doing things he’d only heard about.

“Hey, Trev, look…I’m making a snow angel…hey, look, I’m making a snowman!” 


Trevor joined him for a while. “You never did any of this when you were a kid?


“No, never. New Orleans doesn’t get snow, well…maybe a couple of flakes, every ten years or so. Hey let’s have a snowball fight,” Zach said, as he started balling up snow. 


After having fun, Trevor announced he was going in. “I’m freezing, Zach. You’re gonna get frost bite. Let’s go in.”


“Yeah, ok, guess I’m not really dressed for this weather, anyway,” Zach said. He’d never had a need for a coat, so he’d put on one of Trevor’s.


“I’m making some cocoa, can you drink that?” Trevor asked.


“No, but go ahead, if you want some,” Zach said. “Cocoa has caffeine in it too. Maybe I’ll just have hot milk. I like it fine.”


Trevor went into the kitchen to prepare the drinks. He still didn’t know how or why they had running water and electricity. They’d never had them turned on. He didn’t want to think on it too hard, though. The old house gave it to them, maybe it would take it away, if they questioned it.


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Next part coming soon!

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Just Jot It January – Serendipity – Day 20

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Just Jot It January – Serendipity – Day 20

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 20th

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Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 20th is brought to you by Jill! Click here to find her last post and say hi while you’re there! Jill’s word for our prompt today is “serendipity.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

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Today’s Jot word is = serendipity. Thanks, Jill!

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Serendipity = the accidental discovery of something good that you hadn’t been looking for.

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That is a nice sounding word, a fun word to describe an unplanned wonderful surprise. There have been lots of things discovered accidentally in medicine, and technology throughout the years. In Jill’s post she mentions the microwave oven, and penicillin as two of them, and I’d seen them, too when I looked up what serendipity meant.

What are some more? Hang on a minute while I look….

These are just a very few of the accidental discoveries from the past that are still used today:

Vaseline

Potato Chips

Coca Cola

Plastic

Teflon

Velcro

Popsicles

Post-It Notes

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And, as the painter, Bob Ross, says:

“We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.” ― Bob Ross

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96 Tears – Song Lyric Sunday – Crying/Sadness

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96 Tears – Song Lyric Sunday – Crying/Sadness

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Today for SLS, we have the prompt word = crying/sadness. Thanks for hosting this fun challenge, Jim.

Thanks also go to Mary B who blogs at http://www.jinglejanglejungle.net for her suggestion of the prompt.

To join in this musical challenge, just click the above link to find out how, and to see other entries. It’s fun! 🙂

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“96 Tears”, by ? and the Mysterians (also sometimes written out as Question Mark and the Mysterians), was released in 1966, from their album of the same name. It was written by Rudy Martinez, who’s stage name is ?. It is on the Pa-Go-Go /Cameo-Parkway label.

I wonder if he was the first to use a symbol for his name?

Anyway, I read the Wikipedia article about this band, and it was pretty interesting. The band members were children of Mexican migrant workers living in Michigan, and they formed their band in their garage. So, they were considered a garage band.

I don’t like just repeating what the Wiki article says, so I’ve included the link in case you’d like to read more about them.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%3F_and_the_Mysterians

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I really like this song, and I think I have the 45 record of it. I’d go look, but it’s stored out in the garage with all my other ones, and it’s cold out there today. Meanwhile, hope you enjoy this really cool video I found. 🙂

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Cat TV – SOCS & Just Jot It January – Television

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Cat TV – SOCS & Just Jot It January – Television

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 19th

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Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “television.” Talk about your favorite show, past, present, or future, or about the apparatus itself. Enjoy!

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Today we have Stream of Consciousness Saturday SOCS and Just Jot It January all in one! The prompt word is Television.

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Cat TV. Television programs for cats? Yes, there is such a thing.

Here’s the video tape I bought a long time ago, so the cats could watch little critters on the screen.

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Only Cricket loved watching it. She’d stay there for a really long time, and occasionally reach up her paw to try and catch something. The other cats we had at the time, paid no attention to it at all. Even now, Cricket will watch some TV, just regular whatever is on. We don’t have a VCR anymore, so can’t play her video any more, though.

For me, the TV is on all the time, but I don’t really watch much. I’m sitting right by it, and glance over once in awhile. The mister watches stuff, and flips the channel every few minutes/seconds…if there is a commercial on…flip, flip, flip…

We do like the old black & white sitcoms though, and will try to find those, like Andy Griffith. Sometimes we will watch more recent programs, but they are all re-runs of things like Everybody Loves Raymond. We’ve seen them all over & over. Still funny.

I didn’t even know we have Netflix until the other day. I don’t know why we have it, guess it just comes with our cable? We looked at the menu thing, didn’t see anything we wanted to watch. We don’t really watch many movies, anyway.

So, that’s it for today SOCS & Just Jot It January.

Wishing y’all a super Saturday! 🙂

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