Share Your World

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Share Your World

https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.wordpress.com/2022/05/23/share-your-world-5-23-2022/

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Thanks for the questions, Melanie!  🙂

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If You Could Be Best Friends With A Celebrity, Who Would It Be? … I don’t pay attention to any celebrities. I don’t care about their lives or careers. I wouldn’t want to be friends with any of them.

What is, or should be, the main purpose of law? … ?? Maybe to have certain common to everyone laws and rules to prevent chaos.

Do You Care About Reviews? … Reviews of what? Movies or books, or other entertainments? I guess there are reviews of all kinds of things these days, maybe restaurants? I’ll read some of them, but I don’t believe many of them. I don’t usually go on some unknown person’s opinion.

Is the ‘mind’ different to the ‘brain’? If so, in what ways? … Yes, they are different. The brain keeps us alive and all parts working. The mind is our thoughts and feelings about things, which are just stored in the brain for a while. Something like that.
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Clear

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Clear

https://lindaghill.com/2022/05/20/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-21-2022/

Thanks for hosting the SOCS, Linda! To join in and also see other entries, click the above link.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “clear.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

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Note: I meant to post this for the SOCS this weekend, but just as I finished it, our internet went out. All of Saturday, and part of Sunday it was out. Then somehow it came back on. We’d called the tech people and they were set to come out here today (Mon.) but now it’s working fine, so we canceled the order. No telling why it went out or came back on. Anyway, here is the post:

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Clearly I need to have an eye examination. It’s been way too long since I’ve been, and things are pretty blurry now. Definitely not clear.

I have tri-focal lenses in my glasses, and the far away lens part is fairly okay, the medium lens distance is pretty bad, and the close up lens is so-so when trying to read something. I keep having to push up my glasses so the reading lens is in the right place for reading. The mid lens is what is straight on which doesn’t work with reading anything like books or computer printing.

Mostly I’m typing and reading in a blur and just hoping I’m getting it right. Good thing I know how to type by touch and don’t have to look or guess at the letters. I could do this with my eyes closed, and have a few times just to find out. Worked fine.

Anyway, I’d like to see things more clear, so I must make an eye doctor appointment soon.

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Flower of the Day – Shiny Red Anthurium

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Flower of the Day – Shiny Red Anthurium

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This Anthurium is a large and shiny heart shaped flower with a yellow elongated middle part.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

https://ceenphotography.com/2022/05/22/fotd-may-22-my-first-iris-is-in-bloom/

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 306

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 306

Warning … adult content

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As Linda and Melody looked into Ghost’s bedroom, they could tell they were both asleep in the bed. Nothing looked wrong, and both of them were breathing, at least. Melody caught sight of Ghost’s face, though, and sucked in her breath. There was blood around his swollen mouth, and the dark shadows around his eyes were turning purple and black. She could see scrapes on Steve’s face, too, all down his cheek and chin.

“Oh, my God, should we wake them up?” Melody asked.

“No,” Linda said. “We’ll just wait here until they wake up on their own. C’mon…” she motioned for Melody to follow her into the kitchen. “I’m calling Kinsey. He needs to know how things are here. See if you can fix us something cold to drink. I’ll be outside.” She made the phone call, as Melody was looking in the refrigerator for ice.

“”Kinsey, it’s Linda. They’re okay…still asleep.”

“Thank God,” Kinsey said.

“Yes, but they look just as bad as Terry did…all beat up.”

“Damn, what a mess,” Kinsey said. “I’ll tell you what, Linda, I just don’t know what to say or do any more. I’m about ready to wash my hand of the whole thing…the club, this town, and everybody in it. I want to retire and enjoy a few years, ya know.” He cleared his throat. “I’ve seriously considered handing over this place to Steve and Ghost, but when they keep getting into crap like this, well, I don’t think they can, or would be able to take on the responsibility. I mean, look at them, Linda. They can barely take care of their own selves.” He sighed.

“I had no idea, Kinsey,” Linda said. “I do see what you mean. I hate to say it, but you’re right to be worrying about it.”

“Aw, well…I’ll see how it goes for awhile longer. I’m not quite done with this place, yet,” Kinsey said. “Y’all gonna stay over there for awhile?”

“Yes, I thought we would, at least until they are up and moving around. Do you mind keeping the kids awhile longer? Are they at least getting along with each other?”

“Oh, they’re fine. I just looked in on them,” Kinsey said. “If they get bored, I’ll put ’em to work.” He laughed.

“Sure, Kinsey, and thanks again,” Linda said. Going back inside, she joined Melody in the kitchen.

“Hey, where’s my cold drink?” she asked.

“Oh, right here. I thought you’d be right back in, sorry…I should have brought it to you,” Melody said.

Linda took a long drink of the iced tea. “Ahh, no problem. What are you doing?”

“I’m making coffee and some breakfast for them. I think they’ll be getting up soon, and will be hungry,” Melody said. “I think I heard them rustling around in there.”

“Good idea. Make enough for us, too, okay?”

Melody continued cracking eggs, and buttering toast. Linda didn’t know quite what to do with herself. She didn’t want to wake them up, and Melody had everything under control in the kitchen. Pacing around, for a few minutes, she looked at the books in the book case, the shabby furniture, and the old wood floor, with years of use showing a path between rooms.

Parts of the house had been rebuilt, after the hurricane, and it showed. She looked out the living room window, pushing aside the yellowed lace curtain. These haven’t been changed since Miz Deliverance was alive… Shaking her head, she sighed. She knew her brother had had it pretty hard all these years, living here in Missing Mile with their father. Then, here in this house with Ghost…well…he’d done the best he could, she thought. Still, she wished things could have been different.

She went out the front door to sit in the porch swing. It was so beautiful this time of year, the beginning of summer. She breathed in the afternoon’s sun warmed air. There was a hint of wood smoke coming from somewhere. The solitude out here was intoxicating. Having lived many years in the big city of L. A., she relished this quietness. The old porch swing squeaked, as she swang slowly back and forth. The rattle of dishes, and the smell of bacon frying, were the perfect background for peaceful living. She closed her eyes and dozed off.

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Steve had been tossing and turning in the bed for a few minutes. He tried not to wake up, because he could feel a headache coming on, but the throbbing behind his eyes was getting worse. As he surfaced a bit closer to being fully awake, his thoughts kept intruding… why is my head hurting…why is my face so sore…what happened here last night? As bits and pieces of the nightmare that was the night before came back to him, he opened his eyes, trying to re-orient himself. He saw the glow-in-the-dark stars up on the ceiling. Ghost’s bedroom…Ghost! “Ghost,” he said aloud, and his heart lurched in his chest. He began to remember…the beach, the break-up, the frantic call to Terry, and the gun.

His heart skipped a beat. Reaching over to Ghost, he pulled off some of the piled up blankets. There…there he is, and he’s breathing, thank God…

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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.

Silver Threads and Golden Needles – Song Lyric Sunday

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Silver Threads and Golden Needles – Song Lyric Sunday

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This week the theme is songs that mention Money/Gold/Silver/Rich suggested by Paula of Light Motifs II.

Thanks to Jim Adams for hosting this musical challenge each week.

To join in today’s challenge, and also see other entries just click this link below:

Thanks Jim & Paula!

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2022/05/21/where-to-invest/

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“Silver Threads and Golden Needles” is a good country classic song, and I remember it from way back. So far this morning I’ve listened to a lot of different recording artists playing this one and like them all. Linda Ronstadt has a few and they are all a little bit different, and one with the Eagles on stage. See it here

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From a Wiki article:

Silver Threads and Golden Needles” is a song written by Dick Reynolds and Jack Rhodes.[1] It was first recorded by Wanda Jackson in 1956. The original lyrics, as performed by Jackson, contain a verse not usually included in later versions, which also often differed in other minor details.

Skeeter Davis recorded a version in 1962 after the Springfields hit for an album track; Davis’s version was released as a single by RCA in several international markets.

And, it has been recorded many times by many other artists over the years, including Dolly Parton, Loretta Lynn, Linda Ronstadt, the Grateful Dead, and the Cowsills.

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I don’t want your lonely mansion
With a tear in every room.
All I want’s the love you promised
Beneath the haloed moon.
But you think I should be happy
With your money and your name
And hide myself in sorrow
While you play your cheating game.
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine.
And I dare not drown my sorrow
In the warm glow of your wine.
You can’t buy my love with money
Cause I never was that kind.
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine.

Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine.
And I dare not drown my sorrow
In the warm glow of your wine.
You can’t buy my love with money
Cause I never was that kind.
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine.
Silver threads and golden needles
Cannot mend this heart of mine.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Jack Rhodes / Dick Reynolds
Silver Threads and Golden Needles lyrics © Campbell Connelly And Co. Ltd., Campbell Connelly And Co.ltd.
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And here is the original recording by Wanda Jackson, if you want to listen. It sounds lots more old type country than the later recordings.
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Flower of the Day – Yellow With a Bee

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Flower of the Day – Yellow With a Bee

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A day late, as World Bee Day was yesterday, May 20th.

A bouquet of yellow flowers I think are daisies with a cute bumblebee decoration.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

https://ceenphotography.com/2022/05/20/fotd-may-21-azalea/

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 305

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 305

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When Kinsey asked Terry to tell him exactly what had happened the night before, Terry took a few moments to gather his thoughts. Frowning, he looked down at the tabletop. He’d been going over everything in his head all night long, but now, to say it all aloud to Kinsey, he wanted to get it right.

“Let’s see…I got a call from Steve. I was sound asleep, and it took me a bit to figure out what he was going on about. I mean, he was raving about Ghost, and then he must have fell down, or something, and he started crying and begging…” Terry shook his head. “He was a mess. I finally got a few words in, and I asked him what was wrong, and why wasn’t Ghost at home with him. He told me they had a fight. Well, that put me on alert, Kinsey.” He looked Kinsey in the eye.

“I came right out and asked him, did he hurt Ghost, and he admitted it to me. He said he broke up with him, was all. Then I said ok, I’d come over here to get Ghost. Well, when I got here, I found out Ghost’s wrist was broken, or sprained, or something. Anyway, he hollered when I woke him up, so I knew something wasn’t right. Did you even know about that, Kinsey?” Terry asked.

Kinsey shook his head. “Terry, I didn’t even know Ghost stayed the night, and I didn’t hear a thing. I just found out when Linda told me this morning.”

“Well, you must have missed the thunderstorm, too.”

“Yeah, the power was off, I think,” Kinsey said.

“It was when I was here,” Terry said. “Anyway, I told Ghost that Steve had hurt him for the last time, because I was going to kill him. That’s when Ghost went off on me. I sure as hell wasn’t going to bring Ghost out there to Steve, now, for God’s sake, to be with him again, no way. So, I left here, got my car, and started out, but Ghost followed me, and I almost ran over him out in my driveway…knocked him down with the car, but he got back up, and wouldn’t move from in front of the car, so I hauled him in, and all hell broke loose.” He stopped, looking at Kinsey. “And that is the honest truth, right there, that and what I already told y’all happened.” He rubbed his face. “I’m done, Kinsey, for real. I’ve had enough of those two, and all the damn drama.”

Kinsey leaned back in his chair. “The girls…what are they gonna find, when they get out there? You sure they both were alive when you left? Maybe you just forgot you killed them?” He stared Terry down.

“Yeah, I’m sure…at least when I left they were. Both of them laying in a heap at the bottom of the porch steps.”

“Okay, but damn it, Terry…you lost your mind taking a gun out there.”

“Yeah, I know, but I swear I was gonna kill them both, I was so fucking mad.” He shook his head. “I’ve been up all night going over it, and over it. I gotta crash, Kinsey.” He stood up to leave.

“You know,” Kinsey said, “if you’d have hurt either one of them, I’d have no problem taking you out, believe me on that. I’m dead serious, Terry.”

“I know,” Terry said, then headed out the back door and to his house.

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Kinsey went up to check on the kids. All was fine, and they were watching cartoons on the TV. He brought Stevie and Mandy each a juice box, and banana muffins, then left them to it.

Down in his office, he tried to concentrate on work, but couldn’t focus on anything. He hoped Linda would call soon, and let him know something.

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On the way out to Burnt Church Road, Linda and Melody were frantic. “Why is this happening?” Melody wailed. “Please let them be ok. Linda, are they ok? Is what Terry said true?”

“We’re about to find out,” Linda said. “Let’s hope for the best…and the truth. Melody, I hate to say this, but steel yourself. I mean, I think they are fine…I did talk to Steve, but just in case…oh, God, just in case…ok?”

They were driving down the long dirt road going up to the house, now. Then, pulling up in the gravel drive, Linda shut off the car’s engine. Everything seemed quiet, and normal. There was no one on the porch, and no obvious signs of a fight.

“Okay, let’s go in,” Linda said. They started to walk up the steps, when Melody stopped, grabbing Linda’s arm.

“Wait…look there, it’s blood.” She pointed to some red smears and blotches still visible, in spite of being rained on. Their eyes growing big with concern, they clasped hands to go up to the door. The screen was closed, but the main wooden door was wide open, which seemed odd. Stepping cautiously inside, they felt the hot, stagnant air in the house. Humidity was high, this afternoon, and there was no fan or air conditioning in the house.

They didn’t see Ghost or Steve in the living room or the kitchen, so they walked slowly down the hallway, past Steve’s closed bedroom door. They saw that the door to Ghost’s room was open.

Hearts beating fast, they looked in.

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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.

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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.