TOTALLY RANDOM POST OF THE DAY

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So, here I’m going to be trying something a bit different.

I’m going to try to have a random post every day. It won’t have anything to do with any of the blog challenges I like to do. These will be a surprise, whether it is something silly, music, poem, photo, art, story, or whatever I think of to post.

Tomorrow, Monday, will be the first day. Hope you enjoy seeing what I come up with!🙂

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WEEKLY WEATHER – RAIN

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Weekly Weather: Rain

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Today’s topic is Rain. Guess it was a good time for it, as it has started to rain here today. The first 3 photos I took looking out my back door, the kitchen window, with my plant, and another of the back storm door. You can see rain droplets on there, along with some fun stickers my grand-son put on the glass.🙂 The last one was from a while back, when we had very heavy rain. Our yard and street flooded. It looks like a brown river flowing down the street in front of the house.  All these were taken on my iphone.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 61

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 61

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

61st installment

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Steve drove up the gravel drive, back at their house. They left most of their things in the car, as there would be no point in unloading, then loading up again in the morning. It was late, but Steve brought out Ghost’s present. It was a digital camera. They’d never had a camera before, and this one looked easy to use, so he’d bought it.

“This is so neat, Steve! Now, I got a present and you got a present. Now, I can take pictures of everywhere we go.”

Steve was happy that Ghost liked his gift, and they figured out how to use it, by taking silly pictures of each other. Then, Steve showed Ghost how to use the phone, and he seemed to understand to use the letters on it.

Now, they began packing for their road trip… clothes they’d need, some snacks, Ghost’s backpack, stuffed full of the usual mish-mash of stuff, plus extra blank journals, and markers. Steve had mentioned to Terry that he could come stay at the house, whenever he wanted, as he got tired of living in his room behind the record store. “Just don’t wreck the place, ok?” Steve had told him.

Finally crashing in to bed, both were asleep as soon as they turned out the light. They’d planned to leave early, and were actually up and out the door pretty much as planned, as morning came.

As they drove away Ghost looked out the car window and said, “Good-bye little house. We’ll be back, I promise.”

It would take about two hours or so of driving, before reaching the mountain road that would take them to meet the couple, who’d been so nice to them. The closer they got, the quieter Ghost got. Steve glanced over, seeing him frowning, and looking down.

“What’s the matter?”

Ghost sighed and said, “Nothing.”

But Steve figured Ghost was remembering his time up here. He knew Ghost remembered some of it – after he had gotten better, but all that had come before, how bad he’d been hurt, how he’d actually died for a little while…he didn’t think Ghost knew any of that. At least consciously. There probably was a part of him that knew, that he could feel what happened.

“Look, Ghost,” Steve said, “we don’t have to go up here, ya know. It may be too much to take in, too much to remember stuff.”

“I know, but I still want to see them, to show them I’m ok now, and that you found me.”

Steve nodded, and kept driving. He knew it was something Ghost needed to do.

He had sent a postcard to them, letting them know they’d stop by, so it wasn’t a complete surprise, when they drove up the twisty road to the little community. There was no shot-gun welcoming committee, this time, as they drove up to the house.

When they got out of the car, the couple came out to greet them. Ghost hugged them both. Steve hung back, but they drew him in, too. The woman noticed the cast still on Ghost’s hand, and looked at him with a question in her eyes.

“We was in the hurricane, and my hand got busted. Our whole house got crashed by a tree! But, we were ok, and our friends put our house back together.”

 “That must have been so frightening. I’m glad y’all were able to come to see us, now.”

“We found the journal my grandmother had hidden. It said a lot of stuff I never heard before. It was bad stuff, and it made me sad,” Ghost said softly.

“I know, Ghost,” she replied. “I know the whole story, because I was here. It must have been a shock to hear about everything.”

Ghost nodded, but couldn’t make any words come out.

“I’m glad you know, now. You needed to hear it, even if it was heart breaking. But, now look at you. You’re all grown up, and you and Steve are doing fine, and enjoying what you’re doing with your music. I’m proud of the way you turned out.” She gave him a warm, long hug.

They stayed long enough to have a huge lunch with them. She’d made pork chops and gravy, mashed potatoes, and greens from the garden. She’d even made biscuits…and there was fresh churned butter, strawberry preserves, and a jug of molasses for Ghost to dip his biscuit in. They were all stuffed.

Then, it was time to go. Ghost took pictures of them all, and the house, and the food…and they said their good-byes. The lady took Steve aside and said, “I trust you now. I know you love him, and will watch out for him. Take care of yourself, and take care of Miz Deliverance’s ghost child.” 

Steve nodded, “I will,” he said. She hugged him again, then they were on their way.

As they drove down the road again, Ghost cried his sadness out. He hated good-byes, and this one was one of the most meaningful to him…his first home in the mountains. The place, and people, and experiences that had shaped him, at a very early age, had imprinted their stamp on him. He’d always be of the mountains, no matter where he lived.

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They decided to keep going west, for awhile, and only stop when Steve got tired of driving. As a loose plan, they wanted to stay in a motel, sometimes along the way, but mostly they were going to use the old tent, and be camping out.

As Ghost looked out the car window, he sang made up songs about whatever caught his attention from one moment to the next. 

“Hey, Steve, when ya gonna show me how to play your guitar?” he asked.

“I did already, remember? You said it was too hard to get your fingers around the neck, and that it hurt.” Steve laughed.

“Oh, yeah, well, maybe I want to try again, when this cast gets off of me,” Ghost said.

“Ok, I’ll show ya again, but right now, just keep singing your silly songs, they make me laugh,” Steve said.

Ghost smiled, then continued singing.

As evening was turning the sky a deep purple, they came upon the outskirts of a medium size town they’d never heard of. They found a small camping area they could stay the night at, then went to find someplace to eat. They saw a couple of coffee bars, and regular redneck bars, so stopped in to ask if they needed a couple of musicians for a night.

The first one they entered was hardcore cowboy. It didn’t seem like their kind of crowd. The next one was a mix of musical styles…mostly from the jukebox, but they advertised an open mic night for the next night. That sounded ok to Steve and Ghost. They planned on coming back.

The coffee bar was ok, anyone could take a turn singing, doing comedy, or reading poetry. It would be a quieter type of show but, they wanted to try it out, too. 

First, though, they needed to set up their tent. Steve drove them to the far edge of the town, where he’d seen the camping area.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 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 liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

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

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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 pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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BUS – for SOCS – STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY 9/24/16

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BUS – for SOCS – STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY 9/24/16

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 24/16

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The prompt word for today is ‘bus’.

I haven’t taken a ride on a bus in a long time. I took the bus for a little while, in Jr. High, and High School, because the schools were fairly far from our house. I didn’t like it much. I didn’t like it in the hot weather we have, and not the cold winter weather, either. Most times, our bus stop was the last one, and I pretty much never got a seat.

I’ve taken a few, well a couple I remember, of trips by bus. Don’t want to do that again. It takes forever to get where you’re going. They seem to stop at every little po-dunk town along the way. I know that’s what they have to do, but man, traveling across Texas on a regular trip by car takes forever, and by bus is even longer. I know once it was 12 hours from our town, to the town I was going to…in one state! Another time was from Kansas City to our city. The bus was pretty comfortable, for a bus, but still…

Anyway, it just came to me this afternoon…there are songs with bus in the lyrics, so here ya go! I like both of these, and hope you do, too!🙂

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DEAR DIARY – MAY 1 -12, 1961

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Dear Diary,

5/1/61 – I went to school. It rained all day. When I came home I painted. Then I watched tv. Then I went to bed.

5/2/61 – I went to school. After school P (sister) walked home with me for the first time. When we got home we played. Then we went to bed.

5/3/61 – I went to school. When I came home. J(cousin) came home with me. We played. Then we went to Grandmas. P rode the bike. When we went home I played with P. Then I came in. Then I went to bed.

5/4/61 – I went to school.

5/5/61 – I went to school .

5/6/61 – Daddy played golf today. I helped mother clean the house. B (aunt) & kids came over. We went to the show tonight. Saw “North to Alaska” and “Edge of Eternity.” Came home & the house was full of millers.

**note** these past 3 were for some reason written in my mom’s handwriting. Why, I don’t know. Guess I was too busy to write? Who knows. Those 2 movies, well, I’m sure they were what my parents wanted to see. Not kid movies at all. And…the millers…oh my, those were moths, we called them millers, or candle bugs, or space coasters. We had an invasion of them and it was crazy!🙂

5/7/61 – We went to church. It had a sandstorm. (It? haha the church had a sandstorm? well, I’m sure I was just talking about the weather of the day.) … Daddy plumbed (He was a master plumber) haha I wrote ‘plumbed’ – didn’t know I knew that word back then at 10 years old! … for our washing machine. We went to the grocery store. Then we went to N’s (aunt) and then to B’s (aunt)

5/8/61 – I went to school. I went to see Dr. Jenkins. I have exzema on my head. Went to school this evening. Mother had her ears washed out.

5/9/61 – I went to school. J (cousin) came home with me to play.’

5/10/61 – I went to school.

5/12/61 – I went to school. It is D’s (cousin) birthday. He got 4 dollars and a half, a bilfold (billfold), Thongs (flip-flops), bicycle. We played out side for a long time.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 60

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 60

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

60th installment

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Kinsey’s club, the Yew, had a full crowd of club kids, and newcomers, this night of Lost Souls performance. The jukebox had been shut off, and now Ghost and Steve were on stage. Everyone began clapping and hollering, anxious for the music to begin.

Before the first song, though, Ghost put his finger to his lips and shushed the crowd. This was unusual, as they always just started the songs. When there was silence, he said, “Hey, y’all…thank you for coming to hear us tonight. This here show is dedicated to everyone who helped to rebuild our house. It was the coolest thing ever, to see all that you did, in so many ways, to help us. We love y’all and Missing Mile, forevermore!” 

The kids all began clapping and whistling, as Steve took over the mic. “Ok, y’all, just  to let ya know, we’ll be on the road awhile after tonight, but we’ll keep in touch with Kinsey, and he’ll keep a map on the wall to track our journey. So, come in and see where all we’ve been, and when we get back here, we’ll sing to ya some more!”

He strummed the intro to their first song, and Ghost began to sing in the same mesmerizing, golden, gravelly voice everyone knew and loved. Steve played loud, and the kids were dancing and singing along. Kinsey could see the open rafters above, shake dust down through the filtered lighting, onto the crowd of sweaty bodies below.

The newly initiated were spellbound at what they were seeing. So this is what everyone had been talking about, they realized. Ghost would raise his voice in a golden shimmer, and then bring everyone back down to the low, gravelly growl with him, then he’d whisper some lyrics while Steve played a softer riff. The crowd was transfixed. On the new songs, Kinsey thought his heart would break, or melt, or burst with love for Ghost and Steve and their love story, as it continued.

As they played the last song, everyone was holding hands and hugging; tears were falling freely. They were swaying along with Lost Souls? with their lighters held up in the air. It was such a great show, no one would forget this night.

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After the show, Ghost meandered through the crowd, as he received high fives, and congratulations on the show. Steve put his equipment away, then they met up at the bar. Kinsey handed them both a cold beer.

“That was an amazing show, guys,” he said. “What are y’all’s plans, now?”

“You know, Kinsey,” said Ghost, “we’re gonna go travel around.”

Kinsey smiled, “Yeah, I know. When are you leaving, and where’s your first stop?”

Ghost thought a minute. “Well, we’re leaving in the morning. I think we’re going to the mountain to see the people that helped us out, a long time ago. At least some of them did…” and he frowned, remembering a bit of what happened there. “Just for a little while, to say hi…that’s all.”

Steve came up and joined the conversation.

“Where we gonna stop after the mountain, Steve?”

“Not sure, yet…maybe we’ll just throw a dart and see where it lands, then head that way,” Steve said.

“Can I throw the dart, then?” asked Ghost.

“Yeah, sure, that’s as good a way as any. We have a big ‘ol map to throw at.”

“Maybe we can just go to places that have funny names!”

Kinsey and Steve laughed. “Yeah, that’d be cool, too,” Steve said.

After awhile, the party wound down, and Kinsey began to close up the club. He reminded them to give him updates along the way, and he gave them a small present.

“Steve, I got ya this – it’ll help send messages to us back here, and also, if y’all need help, ok?”

He handed Steve a cell phone, and showed him how to use it.

“Kinsey, wow, this is great. We never had a phone, before.” Steve said, as he looked at it.

Kinsey marveled at how the smallest kindness to Steve and Ghost always brought out their gratitude. A phone most people would consider a necessity, was something they’d never considered ever having. Scraping by as they did, a phone was a luxury way out of these two’s reach. He had a hard time remembering they were now millionaires, and he realized, they never remembered it themselves.

“Now, Steve, I want you to show Ghost how to use this. I know he can’t use the numbers, but make sure you show him how to make a call to 911, or to me, using the letters, ok?”

Steve nodded, and assured Kinsey that he would.

Steve rounded up Ghost, who was writing on the wall again, and they said their good-byes to Kinsey. Kinsey hugged them both, and said, “Guys…please be careful. Take care of each other. I love you both and hate to see ya go, but I’ll see ya when ya get back.” And then they were out the door, headed home to pack for the trip.

On the way home, they talked about how the show went.

“We did good,” said Steve. “I think everyone had a good time.”

“Me too. Everyone was dancing and singing along…and they liked our new ones, too. But, I’m gonna miss everyone.”

“Yeah, but we’ll be back…and we’ll get to meet new people…it’s gonna be great,” Steve said.

“I’m gonna keep a separate journal for our travels, Steve. It’ll say where all we stopped, and who we meet, and where we play our songs, and what we get to eat…” Ghost said, as he thought of his plans.

“That’s a good idea, Ghost…and I have to show you how to use this new phone, too.”

“Is it hard to figure out?”

“Naw, it’s easy,” said Steve. “You’ll get used to it after awhile. Oh, I forgot, I got you a present the other day.”

“For me…a present?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, it’s at the house, and don’t bug me about it…it’s a surprise. I’ll show you when we get home.”

“Ok, ok,” said Ghost, smiling at the thought of what it could be.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 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 liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

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

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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 pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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19 SOMETHIN’ SEPTEMBER CHALLENGE – DAY 22 & 23

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Q – day 22 – When did you first live on your own? Did you buy or rent? Share a picture if you have one.

The only time I’ve lived alone, was never. We got married, and he deployed to Viet-Nam while I stayed at my parents house until he returned. The other times he was over seas, I either went back to my parents house, or stayed in government housing with my girls.

The first house we got, though, was rented. This was in Lawton, Oklahoma (Ft. Sill). The house was a one bedroom, kitchen, bath, and living room. It cost $60 a month. We had some good neighbors in the duplex. While the men were at work on base, us girls would get together to watch TV or play cards.🙂 Here’s a photo of it.

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Then, we moved a block or so away to another duplex. The rent here was $65 a month. It was the same, one bedroom, living room, kitchen and bath. Here’s the photo.

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Q – day 23 – How old were you when you bought your first car? 

We bought our first car, I think when we were 19. We were married, he came home on leave from Viet-Nam, and we bought the blue ’65 Mustang. (see day 19 question for photo)

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