CEE’S SHARE YOUR WORLD 2016 – WEEK # 35

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Share Your World – 2016 Week 35

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Time again for Cee’s SYW, where she asks the questions and we give her some answers. There is a sentence in her explanation of how this challenge works, along the lines of … ‘we are in the SYW world. Answers may/may not be our reality’.🙂 That’s one thing that makes this challenge so fun. You can answer however you want, true or make-believe!

If you’d like to join in, just click the link above, to find out where we find the fun!🙂

Now, here we go with the Q & A part! Enjoy!

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Q1 – List 2 things you have to be happy about.

Besides famiy, pets, and health, which always comes first, I would say I’m happy that I can write things, and people read what I write. Thank you all for that! I had no idea when I started this blog, what would happen or if anyone would actually see it. I appreciate each and every one of you. I’m happy I get to read your writing, also! So, writers and readers, I’m happy about.

Also, I’m happy I have so many varied interests that I’m almost never bored. There’s always something new to write, read, craft, and do.

Q2 – If you could take a photograph, paint a picture, or write a story of any place in the world, what and where would it be?

Is this a question of where would I like to travel? If I could actually teleport myself, I’d go visit outer space, the universe. I’d be like those mighty telescopes and cameras that take photos of stars, planets, and all that is in the sky, including seeing if there are any aliens and UFOs up there. I’d probably come back and paint a picture of what I’d seen, and then write a story about my adventures.🙂 …p.s. I’d not ever consider going in a space ship. That would take too long.

Q3 – Should children be seen and not heard?

Children should be seen and heard. Kids are cute, and have the most wonderful imaginations and thoughts. If you don’t let them talk about it, you’d miss out on what they are thinking about. This is not to say they shouldn’t be taught to behave in certain situations, but the exuberance of childhood is a wonder to behold!

Q4 – List at least 5 of your favorite first names.

Oh…names are one of my favorite things to think about. (remember my 1,001 horse names I wrote down?) I still love names of all kinds. I like to read those baby naming books to see what meaning they have. I sort of collect, by writing down, any interesting names I come across.

I like all our family’s names, but I won’t list those (privacy), but here are a few I really like that I can think of right now. There are so many!

Ghost (of course)

Bop (what my grand-daughter calls me)

Grammy (what my grand-son calls me)

Da-Dad (what my grand-daughter calls her grandad)

Dan-da-Dad (what my grand-son calls his granddad)

Then, a few others I like…

Sage, Havok, Poverty, Siobhan, Shael, Shy, Kat, Jade, Rory, and Sky.

I actually met a guy named Shy. He had a name tag on, and I asked him if that was his real name, and he said it was.🙂

Well, that’s enough listing names. I could go on and on…

Q5 – Bonus Question…what are you grateful for this recent past, and what are you looking forward to coming up?

I’m grateful for the rain we’ve been getting! We sure needed it. Looking forward to more.🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

 

WEEKLY WEATHER – FOG

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Weekly Weather: Fog

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I’m a week late posting Fog photos, because I just didn’t have any. However, I asked my BFF, ‘D’, who lives up close to Chicago if she had any I could use. So, yesterday she sent me some from that very next morning! Thanks so much ‘Sistah’!!

And now enjoy some Fog photos!🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

 

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 49

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Back in town, Terry was getting mad. Steve hadn’t shown up for work. “Just as I figured,” he grumbled. “Give a guy a second chance, and he blows you off without a thought…well, enough.” He called Kinsey and told him what was going on, but Kinsey was more worried about Steve’s and Ghost’s welfare, after the strangeness of the day before. Kinsey suggested that they drive out on Burnt Church Road to check on them.

“Aw, Kinsey, you worry too much. They’re fine…probably just goofing off. Steve forgot he even had a job.”

Kinsey just headed for his car, and of course Terry followed. He didn’t want to miss whatever was going on, and he needed to holler at Steve, anyway.When they drove up the gravel drive at the old house in the woods and got out, they found the front door was open, so Terry yelled through the screen for Steve, but got no response. Kinsey shrugged, then pulled open the door.

As they looked around inside the house, Terry was puzzled. “Where did they go?”

They saw the mess in the bathroom, the broken medicine cabinet and mirror, and the hole in the wall, and were afraid they’d been in a fight again, or worse. But, the house smelled of fresh coffee, and two mugs were sitting on the counter, so at least they were alive enough to drink coffee this morning.

Kinsey thought a minute…where would they go? Then, he remembered that they liked the old Civil War graveyard back in the woods, behind the house. Kinsey’s own relative, Miles Hummingbird, was buried there.

“Let’s go see if they’re at the graveyard,” Kinsey said.

Terry agreed, and followed him out the back door. As they got closer, they knew they’d found them. They heard soft voices, and an occasional burst of laughter. Terry and Kinsey didn’t try to walk quietly, but Steve and Ghost were in their own world, and they didn’t even hear Kinsey, when he said to Terry…

“Shh, go back…give them a minute.”

“What is it…let me see.” Terry pushed forward. “Oh, I see what you mean,” he said, as he turned back toward the house.

Ghost and Steve were kissing and loving each other, there, on a blanket, on top of the graves. There was also a haze of pot smoke hanging over the area. Kinsey and Terry were embarrassed to have almost walked into that scene, and they just looked at each other and started laughing.

“This is so awkward, Terry. Now we have to pretend we just got here and don’t know nothing,” said Kinsey.

“Yeah, how long should we wait?” asked Terry. I don’t want to wait around all day. They’re smoking that good shit I gave Steve, yesterday…maybe they got some left. We could join them,” he grinned.

“Let’s just go back in the house and get some of that coffee. They’ll be back up here soon, I hope,” Kinsey said.

They went back up the well-worn path toward the back door. Getting their coffee, they settled on the couch to wait. A little later, they heard Steve and Ghost coming up the path, making a lot of noise. They were laughing and stumbling around, and came falling through the back screen door. Steve was still talking, when Ghost saw Terry and Kinsey, sitting in the living room.

He screamed, making Steve turn around in alarm. Then he saw them, too. “What the hell? Y’all scared the shit outta us!”

Ghost was still staring at them…and they were staring back…because he and Steve were both half naked. Ghost had on his striped, knee socks and an oversize tie dyed t-shirt, and nothing else. He’d lost his sweat pants somewhere along the way. All Steve had on was a pair of seen better days boxers.

“Uh…we just came to visit, and couldn’t find y’all…figured you’d be back…and we…uh…got a cup of this excellent coffee…and…” Kinsey said, trying not to stare at them.

“Yeah,” Terry continued, “and to yell at you, Steve, for not coming to work…and, yeah…I guess y’all were too busy out there to come to work, and …uh…where’s y’all’s clothes at?”

Kinsey elbowed Terry, “Shut up, Terry.”

Steve gave them both a disgusted look, then grabbed Ghost’s arm and jerked him on down the hallway to the bedroom. Terry and Kinsey looked at each other…

“Dude…” Terry said…and they couldn’t hold their laughter in any longer.

After a few minutes, Ghost and Steve came back out, with more clothes on, but their hair was still messy with pine needles here and there. Steve still looked put out that they’d showed up, and he just stood there in the doorway, with his arms crossed, waiting for an explanation.

Ghost went over and sat on the couch between Kinsey and Terry, and picked pine needles out of his hair and off his socks. They were both still feeling the high of the pot, and didn’t really feel like getting yelled at, or yelling at them.

“Hey, Terry, sorry I forgot about work. Some things happened when we got home last night,” Steve began.

Ghost just dreamily said, “That weed was good shit, Terry, we still got some…ya wanna?”

At that, Terry and Kinsey forgot why they’d come over, and they all smoked awhile. They popped open some beers, and Ghost held onto his bottle of Scuppernong, and they all reminisced about days gone by. After ransacking the kitchen for munchies, more pot, and beer, it was getting on toward midnight. Steve invited them to crash there for the night. Kinsey could have Ghost’s bed, and Terry could have Steve’s, and he and Ghost would sleep on the couch…so that’s what they did.

Terry was asleep as soon as he fell into Steve’s bed. Kinsey laid there a few minutes…a bit disoriented to be in Ghost’s bedroom and bed.

“This is the weirdest room I’ve ever seen,” he thought. “I feel like I’m in Ghost’s brain, and it’s splattered all over the room. It’s freaky.” He felt and smelled crushed rose petals in the bed, yanked out a couple of markers he was laying on, and stared at the ceiling…at the glow in the dark stars and planets, and dried bunches of roses and sage. The glow from the starry ceiling, and the full moon shining in from the window, made the thousands of words Ghost had written on the wall, seem to shimmer and undulate. “Quite a trip to be in here stoned,” he thought.

Finally, he fell asleep, but was startled awake a time or two, when he heard creaky noises from the old house. Later on, he woke again…this time Ghost was getting into his bed. “Must have forgotten I was in here,” Kinsey thought. “Oh, well…” But, he wasn’t sure what Ghost was doing. Was he sleepwalking…or what?”

Ghost slipped under the pile of blankets with Kinsey, and snuggled up to him, then put his head on Kinsey’s shoulder and neck. Then, he reached up and kissed him…and not just a peck on the cheek…a full on, open mouth with tongue kiss, that lasted awhile. Kinsey was paralyzed…something like this had never happened before…and he knew he should push Ghost away, wake him up…but, God help him, he liked it. It was wrong…so wrong, but his still foggy mind didn’t want it to stop. He was having feelings he shouldn’t have, but hadn’t had in a long, long time.

He did finally get his senses back, and after a lustful thought or two, he did push Ghost away. “Ghost doesn’t know what he’s doing, evidently. He’s just like a friendly little puppy, cuddling up to whoever will show him some kindness and love,” Kinsey thought. He felt sad for Ghost, always having such a great need for human kindness, always trying to be loved for who he was…such an innocent soul.

Ghost had turned over now, and was sound asleep. Kinsey could tell he was dreaming; he kept fluttering his eyelids, and murmuring words…always words from this one.

Kinsey finally did fall back to sleep, to the sound of Ghost, now humming an old song he’d written a long time ago.

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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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WEEKLY WEATHER – FREEZING RAIN

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Weekly Weather: Freezing Rain/ Ice

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This week for our photo challenge, it is freezing rain. Last week was fog. I didn’t have a fog photo, and not sure this is freezing rain, but this is what happens after the freezing rain. Ice covers everything!🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

 

 

CEE’S ODD-BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE 2016 – WEEK 34

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2016 Week 34

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This is where we post all those funny and odd-ball photos that we find as we go about our day.

The artist’s hand models struck me as funny. They are wooden, and one is male, one is female. They kind of go along with my other mannequin photos.🙂

Then we have a vending machine in a ladies public bathroom. Haven’t seen one of these in years, and this one was at the mall. Now, I can sort of see the need for 4 of these items, but really, there is a dire need for stick on fingernail tattoos?🙂 haha Looney Toons, no less!

Outside the public bathroom at the mall, was this old-fashioned weight scales. Hmm…haven’t seen one of these in a long time, either.🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

 

Guitar Mancer — Episode 22: Darla

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In this episode of Teagan Geneviene’s “Guitar Mancer”, Luci is stunned when the ‘Mother’ of Route 66 reveals family secrets. Come along for the ride!

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What do you think about this old beauty?  No, it’s not from the era of The Guitar Mancer.  However, it is relevant to this installment.  It’s the kind of car Luci’s dad drove in his younger days.

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Barsetshire Diary CoverAs you know, I’ve been trying to work “things” left by readers into this story.  That also allows me to promote the people who leave those things.  Meanwhile (and I promise this goes together) several bloggers are taking a break.  One of them is Lord David Prosser of the Barsetshire Diaries.  I’m honored that David is still taking time during his break to visit and comment here.  Back at Episode 16 David left some “things.”One of those things was druid, which I was able to add to this installment.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 48

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 48

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

48th installment

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As the sparkling stars slowly faded to the new dawn, Steve awakened alone. He thought he’d had a very vivid dream, but as he shifted on the couch, the suede journal fell to the floor. Seeing it, Steve remembered it was not a dream.

“Ghost?” he called out into the quiet of the house. He smelled coffee ready in the kitchen, so made his way in to get a steaming mug. Ghost must have gotten up earlier, but where was he? He went to look in both bedrooms, but Ghost wasn’t there. The back room door was still closed like they’d left it, and the bathroom was empty, save for the broken glass. Coming back into the living room, Steve noticed the front door open, so he went over, pushing the squeaky screen door.

Ghost was wrapped in a soft blanket from his bed, sitting on the old porch swing, with his own mug of coffee. The swing was slowly rocking back and forth, while Ghost just watched the sun rise behind the pine trees, turning the sky a soft pink. Steve’s heart melted at such a serene image. He hated to break the spell, but he knew Ghost already knew he was there watching him, and what was in his heart. He went over and sat beside Ghost. Neither said anything for a few minutes.

“You ok?” Steve asked, in a hushed voice.

Ghost shrugged his shoulder, and nodded. “I guess so.”

Steve nodded, “If you want to talk about it…”

“Not now, Steve. I just need to think it in my head awhile first,” Ghost explained.

But then, a few minutes later, he seemed to be talking out loud to himself. Steve knew this wasn’t the time to make a comment, or interrupt Ghost’s train of thought. He needed to work it out in his own way. So, he just listened. Ghost’s way of thinking about things was always fascinating to Steve. Even mundane things would take on an air of intrigue and mystery, when subjected to Ghost’s weird, magical way of thinking. This was no different, but way more important.

“I wish she’d have told me from the start…too hard…I know about hard…everything is too hard…I hate that word…hard…it’s a stupid word. Wish it didn’t be about me, and everything’s so hard.

I wasn’t supposed to be here…guess that’s when the hard started…why I do things weird, and it’s hard to do things normal. I never was normal…ever…and it’s hard to know stuff like that…ok…ok…quit thinking of that.

Why didn’t they want me? I would have loved them, but now they’ll never know…and I’ll never know. Should’a just let me go back to wherever I came from and start over. Livin’ is too hard this time…being dead is easier…but, I don’t want to be dead yet. Steve’ll help me not be dead yet, he loves me…and I have Steve to love. That is enough, isn’t it?”

Ghost looked at Steve, then, and asked, “Isn’t it enough, Steve?”

Steve was astounded by what he’d heard, and he pulled Ghost close, in a fierce hug, and said, “Yes, Ghost…our love for each other is enough!”

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Steve watched, as Ghost took their mugs inside to get more coffee. He was thinking his own thoughts. Ghost probably did suffer a brain injury at birth, that caused him to not know about numbers, and why everything came hard for him, in so many ways. His psychic gift was inherited, so that was a good thing to have, his amazing way with words and songs, and that voice like no other, well…that was just God given talent. You get some bad stuff, and you get some good stuff…guess that’s how it goes.

He was kind of surprised at Ghost’s reaction, or rather, non-reaction to reading the journal. He was kind of too calm, after the big build up of trying to find it. He didn’t want to think too hard on it just yet. He might jinx it, and maybe he should be ready for Ghost to one day completely lose it, when everything sinks in. He dreaded that happening.

Ghost came back out then, and said to Steve, “I don’t plan on freaking out on you. It wouldn’t change anything. I know about everything now…all that happened a long time ago. I am who I am, and for whatever reason, I turned out this way, and it’s ok. I pretty much like who I am, and plan on staying here to drive you crazy as long as I can.” He grinned his lopsided grin, his broken tooth showing. “Here’s your coffee. What’re we doing today, anyway?”

“Oh, shit, Ghost…I forgot to go to work! Terry will fire me for sure!”

“Guess it’s too late now, huh? Guess you have to stay home with me all day, and I’ll get to bug you.” Ghost smiled, and then, “You have to clean up the broken mirror, too, ’cause I’m still scared there’s a spider. Now I know why I hate them. They put creepy cobwebs all over me!”

“Yeah, I’d hate them too, if that happened to me,” said Steve.

They didn’t have a phone, so Steve couldn’t call in sick, and he wasn’t going to walk in to town to tell Terry he wasn’t coming to work, so they just continued talking. Steve did wonder about the bank vault with Ghost’s money in it. He wondered how much there really was. Money didn’t ever seem to matter much to Miz Deliverance, and it meant absolutely nothing to Ghost. Where would she have gotten lots of money from, anyway? She sold a few potions sometimes, but he never saw any evidence of income. Maybe she’d inherited it. He didn’t know, but she’d asked him to manage it for Ghost, so he needed to find out. Maybe he would soon.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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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 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.

warning      warning      warning      warning

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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