Two Souls: Into the Fire # 156

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 156

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 156

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Before going to the diner, Kinsey drove around the block, to look at the house that Trevor and Zach had rented. He approved. He hoped they’d have better times here, than at the old place. Circling back around, he parked in the diner’s lot. Terry’s old pick-up was there, now, so he went in to join him. They ordered their supper, and began to compare lists.

“This is going to work out great,” Terry said, as he wrote out a final master list for their itinerary.

“I’ll start making phone calls in the morning,” Kinsey said. “I’ll try to have all our sightseeing places spaced out, so we won’t have to hurry.” The plan was to leave in five days time.

“On to other news,” Kinsey said. “After you left, Trevor and Zach came in and informed me that they were moving into a rental. In fact it’s right behind the diner…a house.”

“Cool,” Terry said, “and convenient, too. They can just walk over here to eat.”

“Yeah, guess they could,” Kinsey said. “I still wonder where they get their money, ya know. Y’all don’t make much from the gigs, and I don’t ever hear of Trevor selling his comics.”

“I’ve wondered about that, too. You weren’t charging them to stay in the room, but that motel the past few days must have cost something. Didn’t that Zach do something with computers? Maybe he found out a way to make money from it.”

“Well, from what I understand, he got in a lot of trouble for computer fraud, a few years ago. They had to go underground, up until they came here. Well, guess they get money from somewhere, ’cause they seem to be getting by,” Kinsey said.

“Oh, I heard they’re tearing down the murder house tomorrow. Is that right?” Terry asked.

“Yes, they told me that it was going to be in the morning.”

Terry shook his head, “Man, I still can’t believe we did all that shit out there…I’m still having nightmares about it…you?”

Kinsey nodded. “Yep, bad business, all of it.”

“You gonna go watch?”

“Hell, no. I don’t want to get anywhere near it. There may be some lingering spooks floating around, getting riled up.” Kinsey knocked on the wooden table. “Just in case.” He laughed, but was serious.

“I hear ya,” Terry said.

They talked a while longer, then Terry remembered his appointment with Steve and Ghost for the next morning. “I have to call R. J. and let him know to come in,” Terry said. “And, if we’re not prepared, Steve will kill us. As it is, we’ll probably be at it all day. You know, this has to be done before we can leave, Kinsey. Guess I should go get stuff done, so we can start in early tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’m heading home, too,” Kinsey said.

After paying their diner bill, Kinsey left for the club. Terry sat in the parking lot a few minutes, making his phone call to R. J., then went on his way.

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As Steve and Ghost had left the club, that late afternoon, Steve was thinking about the recording session, the next morning. Ghost was quiet. He’d been in such a good mood earlier, but now was feeling odd.

“Steve, something’s wrong with me. I don’t feel good.”

Steve looked at him. “What is it? You don’t look so good either.”

“My stomach hurts, and my eye is jumping, like I’m getting a bad headache, but it don’t hurt yet,” Ghost said. He coughed, which then made him gag.

“You need me to pull over, or can you hold on ’till we get home?” Steve asked.

“I’ll try,” Ghost said, a cold sweat breaking out on his face. “I don’t think it’s me that’s feeling bad…not really, but something is getting to me, making me feel like this.”

“Huh?” Steve was confused. “I don’t get it. You’re sick, but it’s not you?”

“Yeah,” Ghost said, as he held his hands over his stomach.

Just then, the car lurched, and made a grinding sound. Steve braked, and steered the car to a stop. “Dammit.”

“What is it?” Ghost asked.

“I think it’s a flat tire,” Steve said. He got out, then slammed the car door shut. “Yep, flat tire,” he said, as Ghost got out, too.

Steve opened the trunk, getting out the jack, and the spare tire. While he changed the flat, Ghost was pacing up and down in the middle of the road. He was trying to figure out why he felt weird, when he was overcome with a wave of nausea. He clutched his stomach, doubling over, and threw up.

Steve, looked up, worried, and was about to say something, when he saw Ghost fall to the ground, like he’d been pushed down. He ran over to help Ghost up.

“Get in the car…now,” Steve yelled, as he yanked Ghost up, and shoved him into the car.

“Steve what is it? I’m ok now…”

“Stay in there, I’m almost finished with the tire,” Steve said, as he tightened the lug nuts, and let the car down from the jack. He threw the flat tire and tools into the trunk, slammed the lid, jumped into the car, and sped off, throwing gravel, as he headed toward home.

“Steve, what the hell is the matter?” Ghost hollered at him.

Steve didn’t say anything, but he was gripping the steering wheel, breathing hard, and frowning. At their house, he screeched to a stop, right by the porch steps. Swiveling around in his seat, to look behind him, down the long dirt road, he said, “Maybe it didn’t follow us…maybe it’s ok.” He gave Ghost a look, “We’re getting out and going inside, as fast as we can, Ghost…ya hear me?” Ghost nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

They ran up the porch steps and into the house. Steve didn’t even notice that he’d been walking fine on his leg. Adrenalin was blocking any pain he might have felt. Just as they walked over the warning sign, painted on the wooden porch, Ghost reeled, almost falling down, but Steve managed to catch him.

“Dizzy, so dizzy…” Ghost said.

Steve had the door open now, and they stumbled inside. He locked the screen and the door, and they both collapsed onto the couch.

“Steve, what is it…why are you freaking out? I just threw up, that’s all.”

“Ghost, I don’t know what it was…but, out there on the road…I saw something. Just for a second, and it was behind you, and it pushed you down.” He was staring at the door, expecting whatever it was to be coming in after them.

“What was it?” Ghost asked. He had his hand on Steve’s arm, and could feel him shaking.

“Hell if I know what it was, but it wasn’t the good fairy, I can tell you that,” Steve said. “It was sort of like a dark, cloudy, mist thing…no shape to it, and I only saw it for a second. Didn’t you see it?”

Ghost shook his head. “No, but it did feel like I got pushed…and just now, at the door, it felt like something was swirling around my head, making me dizzy.”

“Are you still?”

“No, not anymore…just my head is hurting a little.”

“What the hell was it? Was I just imagining it?”

“I don’t think so, Steve. It sounds like an evil spirit…like maybe a small one, left over from the séance. It must have latched onto me, and now something has happened to make it upset.”

Ghost thought for a moment. “Oh, yeah…didn’t Trevor say they were tearing down the house? If there were any leftover spirits, that would probably make ’em mad.”

“But, why all the way over here?” Steve asked. Then he remembered…because Ghost was the one trying to banish them.

“Yeah, this one was just trying to get my attention…to tell me that their house was going to be destroyed,” Ghost said.

“C’mon, Ghost…don’t tell me you’re feeling sorry for the thing, now…that they’ll be homeless. Don’t even go there,” Steve said.

“No, I just want them gone, away from me.”

“Ya got any more of that magic water to throw around?” Steve asked. “Maybe you should take a bath in it, or something.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I have any more.”

Steve was still staring at the door.

“Locking the door won’t help, Steve,” Ghost said.

“Well, crap then…what do you suggest we do?”

Ghost thought a minute. “Ya know, maybe I should call Trevor, after all. Maybe that’s what he wanted to talk about.”

“Except you don’t want to talk about it,” said Steve.

“I know, but now there’s more going on. Can you call their phone for me, Steve?”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

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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.

 

Sunday Trees – Love Chime

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Sunday Trees – Love Chime

https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2019/05/26/sunday-trees-393/

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For today’s Sunday Trees challenge, I have photos of our one tree in the front yard. I think it is a fruitless Mulberry, and has been here for many years.

I have a couple of wind chimes hanging from the branches, and this little black & white kitty was looking at them, as he stood on the wooden bench beneath the tree.

The one chime is made of silver colored pipes and makes a nice sound. The other one – two views – is all rusted. It has the word Love spelled out, and there are several cow bells hanging from it. This chime has been there so long, the tree has grown around the ring on the chime.

Then, here’s a poem I wrote way back in 2015 about trees.

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Little kitty, wind chimes, our tree!

TREES

Trees in winter

They stand and stare

Do they think that it’s not fair?

Patient they stand

Stark and bare

Enduring winter’s brutal air

Do trees dream of winter’s end,

Yearning for springtime to begin?

A fresh, new start

Green leaves so frilly

A time to rejoice, a time to be silly

Rustling with the nesting of birds,

Pretty music they make, without any words.

A sanctuary for many species

The need for trees only increases

Giving hope, shelter, and shade,

A tree’s true purpose will never fade.

I think a tree must know it’s worth…

The reason it is put on this Earth.

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A Groovy Kind of Love – Song Lyric Sunday

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A Groovy Kind of Love – Song Lyric Sunday

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2019/05/25/3-day-weekend/

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For this Memorial Day weekend, Jim, of A Unique Title For Me, has given us the prompt words … groovy, cool, hip, nifty, radical, swell…

Thanks, Jim!

If you’d like to join in this fun weekly challenge, and see other entries, just click the above link.

In honor and remembrance of Memorial Day, I wish you Peace.

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I remember this song quite well. My friend and I both liked it and the band, so when we heard they were coming to our town, we made a special trip out to the airport to greet them (with a lot of other teen-age girls). It was fun to see them get off the plane, and pass right by us, and we got to say hi. 🙂

I saved a paper cup I’d had a Cola in, at the time, in my scrapbook! haha

Oh yeah, neither one of us had our driver’s license yet, so her mom drove us out there. We were always getting her to drive us to meet bands.

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From the Wiki article about how this song came to be written, by Carole Bayer Sager and Toni Wine.

The song title was an early use of the slang word “groovy“, and both women were interested in using the word because they recognized it as a new, “happening” word. Wine said, “Carole came up with ‘Groovy kinda… groovy kinda… groovy…’ and we’re all just saying, ‘Kinda groovy, kinda groovy, kinda…’ and I don’t exactly know who came up with “Love”, but it was ‘Groovy kind of love’. And we did it. We wrote it in 20 minutes. It was amazing. Just flew out of our mouths, and at the piano, it was a real quick and easy song to write.”[1]

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A Groovy Kind of Love”, by the Mindbenders, was released from their album, “The Mindbenders”, in 1965. It was written by Carole Bayer Sager and Toni Wine, and is on the Fontana label.

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When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I’m not so blue
When you’re close to me, I can feel your heart beat
I can hear you breathing near my ear
Wouldn’t you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love

Anytime you want to you can turn me onto
Anything you want to, anytime at all
When I kiss your lips, ooh I start to shiver
Can’t control the quivering inside
Wouldn’t you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love, oh

When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I’m not so blue
When I’m in your arms, nothing seems to matter
My whole world could shatter, I don’t care
Wouldn’t you agree, baby you and me got a groovy kind of love
We got a groovy kind of love
We got a groovy kind of love, oh
We got a groovy kind of love

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© 2019 BS

Sabi Saturday – Vintage Enamel Ware Pitcher

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Sabi Saturday – Vintage Enamel Ware Pitcher

Sabi Saturday, Week 12

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To find out more details, and join in, just click the above link.

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Sabi Saturday is open for a whole week where we share:

  • the vintage/antique items handed down or we “rescue” from garage sales and thrift stores so they don’t end up in a trash bin
  • items we’ve upcycled instead of throwing them away
  • items we’ve repaired in a transformative way to make them more beautiful or cooler than before
  • process or tutorials on how we upcycled or repaired something to make something new, more beautiful, or cooler
  • the main idea is showing how we treasure or reuse or creatively transform things that have some history to them, may be a bit worn but nevertheless are still useful/beautiful and often have character.

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This is a vintage enamel ware pitcher, washbowl, and soap dish.

A friend of ours found it in an abandoned house many years ago, and gave it to me.

It is marked on the bottom with 215. D, but I don’t know what that means, even though I tried to find out.

I still use these quite often. It is pretty distressed, chipped, and rusted out a bit (the pitcher has a hole in it). I’ve used the pitcher to scoop up birdseed, and the wash basin I’ve used as a planter, and also a fairy garden at one time.

I love using old things like this, and am always on the look out for small antique/vintage pieces at yard sales.

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Cream colored pitcher, wash bowl, & soap dish, embellished with yellow & pink flowers, with some black and green designs, too

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© 2019 BS

Smiley Faces – Weekly Prompt – Give Us a Smile

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Smiley Faces – Weekly Prompt – Give Us a Smile

Photo Challenge Give us a Smile

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For today’s prompt, Sue W. has asked for smiles! 🙂 🙂 🙂

Thanks, for the fun prompt, Sue! Here’s some smiles for you.

To join in the prompt challenge, just click the above link for details!

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  • Small black & orange Halloween containers with smiling faces (for flowers)
  • A large green bush in town that has a smiley face carved into the leaves
  • Apples, grape & banana arranged into a smiley face
  • A Mickey Mouse shaped pancake with a chocolate chip smile
  • A Kindness Rock I painted yellow and has the word ‘smile’ in black (in front of red flowers)

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© 2019 BS

Rhyme Time – Stream of Consciousness Saturday

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Rhyme Time – Stream of Consciousness Saturday

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 25/19

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “rhymes with rosy.” Find a word that rhymes with “rosy” or use the word “rosy” and base your post on it. Enjoy!

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Today we are to find things/words that rhyme with ‘rosy’. Thanks for the fun prompt, Linda!

To join in, and see other entries, just click the above link. It’s fun!

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Rosy

Posey

Mosey

Nosy

Cozy

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As I moseyed down the path, I picked some rosy posies.

A nosy bee stung me, making my nose all rosy red.

I moseyed back home where it’s cozy, and got back in bed.

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I was surprised that there were not many words that rhyme with rosy, when I looked for them.

I did think of Rosie the Robot from the cartoon Jetsons, and Rosy the Riveter of poster fame.

Then I remembered this fun song that has the word dozy in it. 🙂

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© 2019 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 155

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 155

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 155

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Terry and Kinsey continued to talk about their upcoming vacation.

“I want to go to Disneyland, and New York City,” Terry said. “I’ve never been either place, and this is my chance to do it.”

“And, I want to go deep sea fishing, and to the Grand Canyon,” Kinsey said, telling Steve and Ghost of their plans.

“Wow, those are awesome,” Steve said. “So, are y’all closing the club and the record store for all that time? Or hiring temporary workers?”

“We’ll close, and put up a sign that let’s people know, we’ve gone on vacation,” Terry said.

Steve nodded. “Just a thought…how ’bout me and Ghost try running them?”

“Oh, gee thanks, Steve,” said Kinsey said, “but, that’s not necessary. What I will do is give you the keys, and I want you to come by and check things once in awhile.”

“Yeah, me too,” Terry said. “You can see that everything’s ok over at the shop, too. We’ll call ya real often, to check in, too.”

“Sure thing,” Steve said. He was only a little disappointed that he wouldn’t get to run the place for awhile.

“Well, I’m heading home,” Terry said. “I’ve got things to do, some lists to make, clothes to pack…well, a lot of stuff. What about you Kinsey? Do ya want to meet up later, at the diner, for supper, and compare lists?”

“Yep, sounds good. I’ll make my lists, too, and we’ll get this ball rolling,” Kinsey said.

“Later, then,” Terry said, “say, a couple of hours?”

They agreed on that time, and Terry left the club.

“Oh, look Kinsey, I almost forgot. I got my cast off today,” Steve said.

“That’s great…how’s it feel?”

“Good…still a little weak, but it’ll be better every day.”

“Where did Ghost get off to?” Kinsey asked.

“Probably over at the wall. I’ll go check, then we’re outta here.”

He went over by the stage, to find Ghost. “Hey, you ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m done here. Oh, I thought of something, though. If Terry’s leaving soon, are we gonna get the CD done before then?”

“Oh crap, that’s right,” Steve said. “He did say we could get it done pretty fast, though, so maybe there won’t be a problem. Let’s hope everything goes smooth. Once the songs are done, there’s just the copying part, which we can do later.”

“Okay, then…guess I’m ready to go home,” Ghost said.

They hollered bye to Kinsey, as they left out the back door. Kinsey sat at his desk, making out his list of things to do. He needed to check with the airlines, for tickets, reservations at motels, closing up things here at the club, hold off deliveries, and the list kept growing.

As he kept writing things down, Trevor and Zach came in, causing a flurry of noise.

“Hey, Kinsey,” Trevor said, all out of breath. “Was that Ghost and Steve that just left? Were they going home? Were they coming back? Why didn’t you make them stay, until we got here?”

“Hold on guys,” Kinsey said. “Slow down…yes, they were here, yes, they’re going home, no, they’re not coming back…and why on Earth should I hold ’em here, on the off chance that y’all would happen to come in? I’m not y’all’s go-between. You want to see them, you make it happen…not me. I’ve got other stuff to do.” He gave them a no nonsense look. “And, I’ve got other news. I’m closing the club for at  least two weeks, maybe longer. Terry and I are going on a long needed vacation. So y’all will have to find somewhere else to camp out, for awhile.”

“What? That is news, Kinsey,” Zach said. “We have some news, too. You don’t have to tell us to leave, ’cause we just found a place to live. We’re moving in tomorrow.”

“So that’s where you two have been all day,” Kinsey said. “Where’s the new place?”

Not too far from here,” Zach said. “It’s just over behind the diner…a house we found for rent. It suits us fine, and no evil spirits in there…at least we hope not.”

“Oh, that’s great, guys. I think I’ve seen that place. It’s nice. I didn’t know it was up for rent, again,” Kinsey said. “And, as far as I know, nothing bad ever happened there, so congratulations.”

“Thanks, Kinsey, and we’ll be outta your hair, now. We really thank you for letting us stay here, but like you said…time to move on,” Zach said.

“Did you say Terry was going, too?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah, why?” Kinsey asked.

“Just…Zach was thinking Gumbo would play some shows soon. What about that?” He looked at Zach, to clarify.

“Oh, yeah, well I don’t think we had anything definite planned, though,” Zach said.

Kinsey thought for a moment. “For some reason, I got the impression that Ghost and Steve were wanting to do a show for when we get back. They’ll have their CD ready, by then. Now, they didn’t say anything, but…hey, maybe you all can come up with something together?”

“I don’t know, but it’s something to think about,” Zach said.

“Yeah, if we can ever pin them down,” Trevor said.

“Well, we’ll see, I suppose. Right now, though, I have things to do, so…” Kinsey said, tapping his pen on his paperwork.

“Oh, yeah, sure thing, Kinsey,” Zach said. “We’ve got stuff to do, too. Guess we’ll talk to ya later on.”

He and Trevor headed upstairs, to begin packing up what few belongings they had, and to discuss any upcoming shows they would do, maybe even with Steve and Ghost.”

“It would be super cool to have a show with all of us together, don’t ‘cha think?” Zach asked.

“Yeah, but Zach,” Trevor said, “it would be awkward, too”

“What do you mean?”

“Just think about it. Now, I’m not in either one of the bands, but y’all’s styles are completely different. I’m just not seeing all of you guys playing and singing at the same time, but what do I know…” Trevor said.

“Oh, I think we could work it out, somehow,” Zach said.

“Okay, but remember what you said, that one time…that Steve and Ghost are a couple of divas, or something. They wouldn’t want to be sharing the stage, maybe…too much competition,” Trevor shrugged. “Oh, don’t mind me…just thinking out loud, from a non-member position.”

Zach thought about the possibilities.”  I can see what you mean,Trev, but nobody’s even ever thought of it before, or talked to them about such a thing. What we need to do, is put it on the table for discussions.”

Ok, I’ll leave it up to you, then…and anyway, I have other stuff I have to talk to Ghost about,” Trevor said.

“I know, but I still think you should drop it,” Zach said. “Ghost don’t want to talk, and keeps avoiding us.”

“But I have to ask him about it, because, well, just because,” Trevor said.

“Yeah, but that rash is getting better, isn’t it?”

“I think so. Oh, and that demolition crew will be out at the house, tomorrow. I have to be there, as the owner of the property, even though, I’d rather not…and, what if tearing down that house causes any leftover demons to come out? I don’t want to endanger the bulldozer guy, but it has to be done,” Trevor said.

“I know, but all we can do is stand there and watch, ya know, and hope for the best outcome,” Zach said.

They finished up their packing and watched tv for awhile.

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Kinsey finished up his list of things to do, closed up the club, and went over to the diner to meet up  with Terry.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 BS

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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.

Feline Friday – Haiku for Cats

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Feline Friday – Haiku for Cats

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Feline Friday – Cat Haiku

Feline Friday

 

 

 

 

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Here’s a few of the Haiku poems I’ve written. I have a little notebook just for these, and add one now and again. Enjoy!

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Saturday – May 16, 2009

Me – oh – me – oh – meow

Cat wakes up whole house this morn

He is hungry – Now!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where’s the moon tonight

Mr. Tomcat needs to sing

He is annoying

 

Sept 29, 2012

Run and knock things down

Midnight madness all around

A catastrophe

 

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