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Share Your World

Share Your World – January 22, 2018

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Time for another SYW with questions from Cee, and answers from me! Why don’t you join in the fun. Click link above for details. 🙂

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List 2 things you have to be happy about?

My doctor appointment today is over. All was good.

It’s been cold here, but sunny. Barely any snow this year so far. Yay!

Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewelry?

Yes, I make my own painted rocks for all occasions. I also have lots of crystals and stones that have different meanings and properties to them.

Are you a hugger or a non-hugger?

Definitely a hugger.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 260

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 260

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 260

warning…adult content

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The little town of Ozark was quaint. Large trees, expanses of green lawns, and two-story houses with screened front porches, lined the main street. Ahead, Steve and Ghost could see the small town square. There was a grocery store, a laundry, a diner, a five and dime, and right in the middle was a statue, which was possibly the founder of the town.

Steve drove slowly through, waiting for Ghost to give him directions. Ghost was staring out the window. “Keep going, it’s past this part,” he said. After a couple more blocks, he said, “Okay, turn right at the next corner.” Then, as they turned, they could see a crowd of people on the front lawn of a large Victorian house. It was a yard sale.

Steve found a place to park on the side of the road, and they walked over to look around. Linda and the kids followed their lead. Stevie and Mandy headed for some toys they’d spied.

“Is this the right place?” Linda asked.

Nodding, Ghost said, “Yeah, it’s here somewhere. I feel it.”

“Ok, I’m going to look around, then,” Linda said. She followed the kids.

“So,” Steve said, “go find whatever it is, Ghost. Do your hocus-pocus, then let’s go.”

They walked over to a table full of items. Ghost ran his hands above the things there, not touching any. “Not on here,” he said, and moved on over to the next table. Just as he got to it, he was shoved hard from behind, and almost fell down.

“Hey, stop pushing me, Steve,” he said, looking back. Steve wasn’t there; he’d gone over to look at some t-shirts hanging on a rack. Ghost frowned, and started his hand routine, again. He was pushed from the side, now, and he stumbled sideways, into a bearded man. “Sorry,” he said to him.

“Watch where you’re going,” the man said.

Ghost was realizing that something didn’t want him at this table. Standing there, he just looked at the items on the table, trying to get a sense of what was calling to him, and what was pushing him. Everything looked pretty ordinary. There was the usual yard sale jumble of things, in no kind of organization. The impression he got was that this was the selling off of a recently deceased family member’s possessions. Maybe the family needed the money, and were selling the house, property, and contents, to break even on taxes owed, and funeral expenses, and were moving away.

Ghost felt sadness coming from the porch area. People were going in and out of the house, while the old screen door creaked open and shut. There was a middle aged man and woman sitting at a table near-by. He thought they must be the sellers. They didn’t look in the least familiar to him, though. Why would something of his be here? And, what was it?

He tried again, to hover his hand above the items on this table, saying, “Not this…nothing…maybe this?…couldn’t be that…” He didn’t feel anything over the old purse, or the scarf and hat, or the display of ceramic knick-knacks. Neither did the lace handkerchiefs, nor the dresser set of mirror, brush, and comb give him a clue. It didn’t make sense…and he’d not been pushed again.

As he moved down the side of the table, though, he began to feel hot. Prickles of sweat broke out on his scalp, and he could feel it start running down into his face and eyes, stinging a bit.  He wiped it away, noticing no one else seemed to be bothered by the heat.

He moved back a little bit, the way he’d come from, and he felt shivery. One step forward, hot…one step back, cold. Okay, he thought, a game. The hot and cold game. You get close to the item, you get hot, then you get farther away from it, you get cold. So, he stood in the middle area, and was neither too hot, or too cold. On the table right in front of him, was a shoe box, containing quite a few pieces of costume jewelry.

He was going to paw through it, but as he touched the box, he felt a quick, tingly jolt in his hand, which made him jerk it back. A few other people felt around in the box, pulling out pieces to examine. They had no problem.

Ghost sighed, and prepared himself for a jolt, then plunged his hand into the box. He gritted his teeth at the sharp pain in his fingers, but didn’t stop. When he pulled his hand out, he was holding a necklace…a gold chain, with a heart-shaped locket on the end. There was a small price sticker on the back of the heart…$5.00 it said. His hand were shaking, as he opened the locket.

What he saw inside made his heart lurch, and he couldn’t breathe for a second. It was a small picture of himself.

“Steve…Steve…” Ghost yelled. “I found it.” He was holding the necklace up in the air…the heart swinging back and forth.

The other shoppers stopped to look, surprised at the outburst. Steve felt a weird panic rising up inside him, as he tried to run toward Ghost. Why, he had no idea, but the way Ghost had yelled, had sent goosebumps down his spine.

“What is it? Show me,” he panted, as he reached Ghost.

“This, this is it, Steve, look.” he handed the necklace to Steve. Taking it, Steve shuddered, as a quick chill ran up his arms. This was definitely a picture of Ghost.

“How…how is this possible?” Steve asked. He looked wildly around, looking for an answer from somewhere. “This is you. How did a picture of you get in here, in Arkansas? We’ve never been here, before.”

“I don’t know,” Ghost said. “I just felt it calling to me.”

“Have you ever seen it before, at home? Maybe it was your grandmother’s?”

“I don’t remember ever seeing it, and look, this picture isn’t very long ago. It’s kind of how I look now,” Ghost said, as he looked closely at the small picture. “Did you take it? I didn’t have a camera for very long.”

Steve shook his head, thinking. “I think I get it now. Someone took a picture at one of our shows at the Yew…maybe one of the college kids, and they were from here.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s gotta be it, Steve,” Ghost said, smiling. “I thought it was some weird happening,” he said, trying to spook Steve.

“Don’t,” Steve yelped, as Ghost goosed him. “There’s still the part where you heard it calling to you.”

“Oh, yeah, that part. I wonder why…and there’s still the other part, in the other town. It has something calling to me, too. And, why did it push me?”

By then, Linda had come to hear the last part of the conversation. “Well, why don’t y’all just go ask the people?” she said. “They’re right over there by the porch.” They all looked over that way. “Well, go on…” she said, giving them both a push. She watched, as they slowly made their way over to the owners.

“Ya think? No, that’s not right,” Ghost said.

“What?”

“I’m just gonna buy it, okay? It’s not really mine, yet. Ya got any money?” he asked Steve.

“Here,” Steve said, handing Ghost the money to buy the necklace.

Ghost approached the man and woman, who were still sitting at the small table. “I want to buy this,” he said, handing the money to them. The woman glanced up, and caught her breath.

“It’s you…in the picture,” she said.

“Uh, yeah, it’s me here, and in this picture,” Ghost started. Steve knew he’d better cut it short, or Ghost would go on and on about it.

“We just want to know how it got here,” he said, hoping the next question wouldn’t be how they knew to come here.

“Oh, it’s the property owners. She said I could sell it, but I had no idea you’d be the one to come buy it. Such a strange co-incident,” the woman said.

“Yes, it is,” Steve said. “We think we figured out part of it,” he explained. The woman agreed that that was probably what happened.

“But why, and how did you know to come all the way here?” she asked.

Ghost began telling her how, he knew to come here. “We were driving on the road, and I had a weird dream, that I had to come and find something here. And here we are.” The woman was even more confused.

“We have to go now,” Steve said, edging away, and pulling on Ghost’s shirt. “Nice meeting you…nice yard sale…thanks.”

“Thank you,” the woman said.

Steve led Ghost over to a little less crowded area. “You don’t have to go explaining how you know stuff, Ghost,” he said.

“But, maybe if I tell her, she’d tell us stuff, too…like why it was pulling me here, then pushing me, and…wait…it wasn’t pushing me away, it was pushing me to the right place,” Ghost said. Then he frowned. “But, why? What’s so special about this necklace?” He kept staring at it.

Steve shrugged, “I don’t know, but you should quit worrying about it. Where’s that next place? Maybe there’s a piece of the puzzle over there.” He looked around. “We need to go, and where’s Linda?” Scanning across the crowd of people, he saw her. “There she is, let’s go.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2018 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 pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Just Jot It January – Silence

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Just Jot It January – Silence

#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – January 21st, 2018

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Your prompt for January 21st, 2018, brought to you by the wonderful and talented Willow, is “Silence.” Use it any way you’d like in your post. And make sure you visit Willow at her blog, “Willowdot21” to read her post and say hi! Here’s her link:  https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/

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I like silence sometimes. Usually the TV is on, right by my computer desk, but every chance I get I turn the sound to  mute. I like to hear the leaves rustling in the trees, and the birds tweeting better than some silly program on TV. I like to get up really early, when the house is dark, and enjoy some silence for a little while, as I’m reading.

Funny thing is, I don’t like complete silence at night. I have to have my sound machine going, tuned to ocean waves. I’ve always had some sort of noise at night, like a radio playing.

Oh, here’s a silence that always seems weird. When you have the TV going, the lights on, the air conditioner or heater on, and maybe people talking, going about their business…and the electric power goes out with no warning! It just seems so silent when everything shuts down. Everything and everybody comes to a stand still.

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Well, I’ve been almost falling asleep sitting here trying to think of things about silence or silent. Here’s some:

  • Sounds of Silence (the song)
  • Silent Night (the Christmas song)
  • Silent Films/Movies
  • Shhhhh
  • Shush
  • Well, shut my mouth
  • Silent Majority
  • Silencer on a gun
  • Silence of the Lambs (movie)
  • Shut up
  • Stifel
  • Be quiet

And…this is all I have. I will be silent now.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2018 BS

I’ll Be There For You -Song Lyric Sunday – Comfort

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I’ll Be There For You – Song Lyric Sunday – Comfort

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 1/21/18

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This week Helen has asked us to consider songs about comfort. Thanks, Helen.

I found it a bit hard to find one, that actually said the word comfort in the title or lyrics. That is, there were some, but I’d never heard of them. I’d rather post a song that I like, rather than just put any old thing on here, just for getting the prompt word. Most times it works out fine, but not this time. Most songs I found were so depressing sounding, I didn’t even care to listen, after reading about them; songs about grief, sadness, death, funerals, and more. No, I just couldn’t bring myself down with songs like these.

So, I went with this one. I’m sure most of you will recognize it, and it is a happy sounding song, about friendship and being there for each other no matter what happens. That’s pretty comforting to have someone like that, isn’t it? 🙂

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“I’ll Be There For You”, by the Rembrandts, is the first single released from their album, “L. P.”, in 1995. It was written by David Crane, Marta Kauffman, Michael Skloff, Allee Willis, Phil Solem, and Danny Wilde, and is on the East West Atlantic label. It became the theme song for the TV show, “Friends”.

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So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your job’s a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s D.O.A.
It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear
When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, butI’ll be there for you
(When the rain starts to pour)
I’ll be there for you
(Like I’ve been there before)
I’ll be there for you
(‘Cause you’re there for me too)You’re still in bed at ten and work began at eight
You’ve burned your breakfast, so far things are going great
Your mother warned you there’d be days like these
But she didn’t tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees thatI’ll be there for you
(When the rain starts to pour)
I’ll be there for you
(Like I’ve been there before)
I’ll be there for you
(‘Cause you’re there for me too)

No one could ever know me
No one could ever see me
Seems you’re the only one who knows what it’s like to be me
Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with
Someone I’ll always laugh with
Even at my worst, I’m best with you, yeah!

It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear
When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year

I’ll be there for you
(When the rain starts to pour)
I’ll be there for you
(Like I’ve been there before)
I’ll be there for you
(‘Cause you’re there for me too)

I’ll be there for you
I’ll be there for you
I’ll be there for you
(‘Cause you’re there for me too)

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Lyrics found on AZlyrics
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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{
© 2018 BS

 

Charms # 9

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Charms # 9

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Taking a look back at my charm bracelet, to remember what all the little charms were, and for what memories they bring.

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To finish up this series of charms, I’m just showing the last ones all at once. It would take so long to do each charm individually, and I wouldn’t want you to get bored with it all. You can enlarge to see better by clicking photo. 🙂

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The first photo is a charm bracelet my daughter gave me quite a few years ago. She gifted me all the charms, one at a time, for special occasions. The bracelet, and all the charms, are  from the wonderful jeweler James Avery. There are 11 charms attached and one that hasn’t been added on yet. They are:

  • 2 people (I think for my daughter and me)
  • Texas with a star
  • Cat
  • Letter F (for my grand-son’s name)
  • Penguin
  • Bell
  • Horse
  • Snowflake
  • Hummingbird
  • Heart
  • Ladybug
  • Orange bead

The second photo is one bracelet I made myself. It has little charms I liked on a chain I got at the craft store. They are:

  • Tiger
  • Imagine amulet
  • Dog
  • Clock
  • Cat
  • Cat

 

The third photo is of a long necklace I made, using a chain from the craft store, and lots of charm doo-dads from things I found around here. I wanted it to be clunky and junky, you know, the more the better. I’ve worn this at times, when we go someplace, and get lots of comments and interest in it. To mention a few of the items, there are:

  • Parts of earrings
  • Photo key chain bit
  • Engraved shamrock I got at the fair when I was a kid
  • Diary keys
  • Safety pin with part of my name in beads
  • Good luck penny I wire wrapped
  • Parts of other necklaces & bracelets

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That’s about all for the charms, unless I forgot some. Hope you’ve enjoyed seeing them. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2018 BS

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday & Just Jot It January

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday & Just Jot It January

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan Daily Prompt, Jan. 20th, 2018

Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “oc.” Find a word that starts with “oc” and use it in your post. Bonus points if you start and end with your post with an “oc” word. Have fun!

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O’Casey the ocelot screamed at two o’clock in the early morning of October 31st.

He was in charge of cleaning the giant aquarium at the Oceanside Museum, and it had to be done in the wee hours before the public came in to observe the underwater realms.

This being Halloween, he was a bit spooked anyway, and when the occupant of the aquarium, Toby the octopus, had given him a startle, by slithering from behind a decorative rock, he just lost all control.

O’Casey was a bit embarrassed on this occasion, especially as his scream had gone an octave higher than the piercing noise of a smoke alarm.

Toby just laughed and waved his arms around in a friendly manner. He loved playing a joke on O’Casey, and knew they’d remain friends for as long as they lived, even if they were both octogenarians.

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note: written with minimal rearranging of one sentence, otherwise just looked up some ‘oc’ words, and wrote as it came to me.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2018 BS

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 259

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 259

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 259

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Ghost tried to sit up, now, as the cool water had revived him from passing out.

“Take it slow dude,” Steve said. He helped him sit up in the front seat of the U-Haul. “How ya feeling?” He did see that the redness was about gone from Ghost’s cheeks.

“Okay, I think…what happened?” Ghost asked.

“Honey,” Linda said, “you passed out, maybe from the heat. We put cool water on you, thinking you’d had a heat stroke or something.”

“Yeah, scared the shit outta me,” Steve said. “One minute you were sleeping, the next, you were burning up and choking.” He felt Ghost’s face. “Well, you’re cool now.”

“Why was it so hot in here, Steve?” asked Linda. “I mean, it’s hot outside, but not…well, you were fine, and we were fine in the van. I didn’t have the air-conditioner on, either.”

Steve shrugged. “Beats me. I’d have noticed if it was too hot. I was just gonna turn it on though.”

“It wasn’t just the heat,” Ghost said. “I was attacked.”

“What?…Attacked?” Steve and Linda asked.

Ghost frowned, thinking. “When I was asleep, I saw something bad. It was dark and spinning all around me, and was sucking the breath out of me. Did you see it in here, Steve?”

“Hell, I didn’t see anything, just the road and then you choking, and turning red. Then I pulled over, and you’d fainted,” Steve said. “That’s creepy, Ghost…some evil thing was in here with us?”

“Well, it was real to me, and it was trying to kill me. Maybe the dream me…not me in here, but then it was both of us. I’m confused still…what was it?” Ghost asked.

“You’re the one that dreamed it up…you tell me,” Steve said.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, Ghost,” Linda said. “I have to get back to the van and the kids. I can’t leave them alone over there for long. Let me know when you want to get going again.”

“Why’d you say that…being attacked…by what?” Steve asked.

“By the dark tornado thing,” Ghost said. “It said something, too. It sounded like ‘what’s yours is now mine. Leave it be.” He shivered.

“Is it gone, now?”

“Yeah, for now, but it’ll be back the closer we get. I think it don’t want me to find it…the thing we’re looking for.”

“Then let’s just forget it then, like it said…leave it be,” Steve said.

“NO…I have to get it.”

Steve sighed. “Ok, then, if you want to get attacked again, let’s go find it.” He signaled to Linda, and they got back on the highway, heading for the state line.

They rode in silence for a few miles, without the radio music, and neither of them spoke. Ghost had leaned back, closing his eyes. Steve could tell he was concentrating on something, because he kept mumbling words in a barely audible whisper.

“What are you doing, Ghost?” Steve finally asked.

“Mapping…or GPS-ing, or whatever you call it.”

“Oh, like in your head?” Steve asked. “You have a GPS in your head?” He was trying hard not to laugh.

“No, not a real one, just…I’m looking ahead of us, so I can see where we need to go,” Ghost said.

“Umm, you gonna tell me where to go?” Steve asked.

Ghost snickered.

“God…not like that…you know what I mean,” Steve said, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, okay, yeah, I’ll tell ya,” Ghost said. “There’s a road that goes to the town Ozark. Well, it’s marked on the highway sign. Take it, then I’ll say which way to go from there.”

They soon came upon the first sign that mentioned Ozark. “There’s a sign, and it says twenty miles. You got any clue of where, or what it is yet?”

“Maybe. I keep seeing an old house, Victorian with a big old porch, and a bunch of things in the yard, with people looking around.”

“That sounds like a yard sale to me,” Steve said. “Ya think so?”

“Hey, that’s it. Oh, now I’m getting excited, Steve. I love yard sales.”

“Good, because here’s the turn off road,” Steve said, as he took the side road off the highway. “Got your radar on?”

“Huh?”

“Your GPS thing in your head…which way do we go?” Steve asked, as he pulled up to a stop sign.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2018 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.

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.