November Squares – Shadow on Pink Door
For Becky’s challenge:
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This is a pink door we saw in the downtown area here. I think it was a side door to a junk shop, and it was padlocked, too. But there are a few shadows from the overhanging roof, a couple straight, and across about midway is scalloped looking shadow.
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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 223
Warning … adult content
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“Hey, Kinsey,” Steve said. “Yeah, we’re here, still alive. In fact, we just got up a little while ago. What? Oh, we’re fine now, I think the flu, or whatever it was is gone. Anybody, still sick out there? Okay, good. Well, we’ve been busy…like last night…” he hesitated a second, not sure what to tell Kinsey about the coffin.
Ghost grabbed the phone, though, and started in telling Kinsey all about it. “Kinsey, we had to fight a war, and it was scary, and we threw holy shit at it, and rat poisoned it, and Steve shot the coffin all to pieces…but we won. We didn’t even have to use the pillows. Huh? Oh, the demon that was here. We banished it. …Oh, here’s Steve.”
Steve took back the phone. “Don’t worry about us, Kinsey, we’re fine. Yeah, it was a…what did you call it, Ghost…a little demon? Oh, a lesser demon. Anyway, we got rid of it.” He listened to Kinsey for a minute. “Sure, we can drive in today. See ya soon.” He shrugged.
“Kinsey want’s to see us in person, to see if we’re really okay,” he said.
“Are we going, now?” Ghost asked.
“Yeah, why not. Get dressed…we’re going to town.”
“Why does he want to see us, all of a sudden?”
“I don’t know,” Steve said. “Probably ’cause we haven’t seen him in so long, you know, with everybody being sick.”
After getting ready to go, Steve revved the engine of the T-bird, to get it warmed up. “Man, we haven’t been anywhere in awhile. It’ll be good to drive and see everybody,” he said. He pulled out onto the highway, speeding as usual.
Ghost leaned back, letting the fresh air from the open window, blow his hair back. “This feels good.”
“I know, and it’ll clear our heads of being all stuffy in the house,” Steve said.
“I need to write on my wall, too. I brought my markers,” Ghost said.
The trip to the club only took them about ten minutes. “She still drives like a young’un,” Steve said, patting the dashboard, and grinning.
Ghost rolled his eyes, and got out of the car. He was happy that Steve liked his car so much. It was family, after all these years. He pushed open the heavy wooden door to the Yew. They stood there a minute, letting their eyes adjust to the dim interior.
“Hey, that was fast, guys,” Kinsey said, as he came out of his office. “C’mon in…good to see ya finally.”
“Hey, Kinsey,” Ghost said, giving him a hug. “I’m gonna write on the wall.” He headed over behind the stage.
“Turn on the lights, if you want to, Ghost,” Kinsey said. “Sit down, Steve…want a beer?”
“Sure, Kinsey,” Steve said, pulling up a chair at a table near the arcade room.
Kinsey sat down, smiling. “I gave all you guys a call…they should be here any time now.”
“Is this some kind of special meeting?” Steve asked.
“No, not really. It’s just I want to see y’all, to catch up on things, you know…well, I really just needed some company,” Kinsey said.
Steve laughed. “Oh, sure…anytime. We never hang out as much anymore, for some reason. Just so much going on, I guess.”
Kinsey nodded. “Yeah, then all of us getting sick like that. Do you think that was all it was, Steve? It was kinda funny with that other business with the other earthquake, too.”
“We had the same feeling,” Steve said.
“What were you talking about earlier…a demon…again?”
“Yep, at our house. Ghost thinks it was an underling to the big one that was over at Trevor’s, and it followed us home. It must have been hanging around all this time out in the graveyard, or something.” Steve frowned. “Then, lately it was doing weird shit, and maybe even those earthquakes…or at least made us all believe that’s what it was.” He paused a minute, taking a swig of his beer. “It got more serious, so we busted him. I think it’s gone for good now.”
“You really believe that hocus-pocus stuff, Steve?” Kinsey asked.
Steve took a breath, and let it out slow. “Kinsey, for real, I don’t know what to think. But, I know what I saw, and whether it was real or a hallucination, it was not good. It sure seemed real, to me, though…and I did see it…just once. When I turned on the flashlight…God…it was so ugly. It roared, Kinsey. I didn’t actually hear it, but I felt it…inside. Like when you hear somebody’s bass on the car radio turned up really loud, and it shakes your insides. That’s how it felt.” He shuddered. “And, that one little look at it…man, it was so freaking ugly.”
“Damn,” Kinsey said. “Nothing like that around here.”
“Be glad it isn’t. That crap scares me. Ghost was scared, too, but you should have seen him. Well, you did that other time, and this time, last night, was just as intense.”
“What all happened?”
“Oh, we gathered up all kinds of things to banish the thing.” He laughed. Some of it was kinda silly, now that I think about it. We had pillows, and TV trays, and bike helmets for protection. We poured rat poison and salt all around the yard, and Ghost mixed up some more of that oily herb stuff. He flung some of it at the thing. Hit it, too. But the best, was Ghost. The words he said, yelling how he was gonna kill the demon, and go away for good, ’cause we killed vampires, and he was nothing compared to that…well, he was totally in charge. And, by God, it worked.” He shook his head, remembering it all. “Oh, I shot holes in the coffin, too. Then it was gone for good. Kinsey, how does Ghost do that? He’s so flaky, and wouldn’t ever kill anything. He’s scared of spiders, and even his own shadow, most of the time. Then he transforms, or something, and kills vampires and demons. I see it happen, and it’s so awesome, every time.”
Kinsey shook his head. “I don’t know, Steve. That’s just how it is. Ghost has some magical power he was born with…even he don’t know how he does it, I’m sure. Just be glad he uses it for good, and not evil.”
Steve nodded. “You got that right.”
They continued to drink their beers, thinking their own thoughts for a bit. They could hear Ghost, humming to himself, over at the wall. Then the door clattered open, and Zach and Trevor came in.
“Hey, guys, grab a beer and come sit,” Kinsey said.
They did, and joined Steve and Kinsey at the table. “What’s up?” Zach asked.
“Nothing, Kinsey just needed company, so he called in his posse, ” Steve said, and laughed.
“Yeah, so what?” Kinsey asked. “I miss you guys hanging out around here.”
“Where’s Ghost?” Zach asked.
“He’s over at the wall,” Steve said.
“Ah, it’s been awhile. Guess he has to catch up.” Zach got up to go over there. “Just gonna see how he’s doing, then.”
“You and Zach feeling better, too?” Steve asked.
“Yeah,” Trevor said. “For awhile there I thought we’d die, and poor old Kinsey got caught, but we’re glad he helped us out.”
“Well, I couldn’t get up enough energy to leave,” Kinsey said, laughing. “Who’s ready for another one?” he asked, walking over to the bar. They all were.
The back door banged open, and Terry and R. J. came in. They got themselves a beer, and pulled up a chair. “Hey, heard y’all had trouble with another demon, Steve,” Terry said. “What happened?”
Steve explained the story again. He didn’t mind. He felt fine being the spokesperson for “Demon Destroyers R Us”. They all liked the name, so were taking turns making up advertising blurbs for the ‘company’…such as, “Ghosts trump demons every time”, and “Demon Destroyer’s do it at night”. They were all laughing, as Ghost and Zach came back to the table.
“What’s so funny?” Zach asked.
They repeated some of the jokes, and Ghost and Zach came up with some of their own. After a bit, Ghost said, “This isn’t for real, is it? I don’t want to do it any more.”
“Naw, just messing around…unless you want to,” Steve said, winking.
“Uh-uh, not me,” Ghost said.
“This place sure needs some good times, again,” Kinsey said. “Are all of you so busy you can’t find time to do a show, anymore?” He looked at Terry and Zach. “The regulars come in all the time, but the jukebox just isn’t the same.”
“Ah, you know how it is, Kinsey,” Terry said.
“The last one was before Christmas, for crying out loud,” Kinsey said. “And, I’m talking Gumbo here…Ghost and Steve are going out to California to help Linda with her move back here. So, Gumbo…get busy…I’ll give ya two weeks.”
“Sure, Kinsey, we can do that…can’t we Terry?” Zach asked.
“Yeah, guess so. You figure it out, Dude, you’re good at that. Then, let me know what to practice,” Terry said.
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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 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.
Esther’s Writing Prompt – Save
For Esther’s challenge:
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We had a thrift store here called Savers, which we loved going to. We could find lots of good used things there. But one day we went and the store had closed down. They were just gone, and we were disappointed. There are others in town, but none as good as this one was.
Savers Savers where did you go
You disappeared – we not to know
We were going to go buy some stuff
But when we got there you’d gone in a puff
You were my favorite fun thrift store
And now I have none forever more
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One Liner Wednesday
For Linda’s challenge:
One-Liner Wednesday – My theory
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Fun Facts:
1. Apples float in water, but pears don’t.
2. The gym on the ship Titanic included a mechanical camel.
3. Astronauts who snore on Earth, do not snore in space.
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November Daisies
For Terri’s challenge:
The Flower Hour #7: The Seasons of a #Hydrangea
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We went to lunch today and the flower beds in front were just full of gorgeous flowers of all kinds. I’ll be showing more soon, but these today are yellow and white daisies, with something red in the background I haven’t figured out what they are. 🙂
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November Squares – Stop Sign Shadow
For Becky’s challenge:
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We were stopped at a stop sign and there was the firetruck & firemen across the road. They were testing fire plugs of water pressure I suppose, as there was no emergency at that time. Got a good stop sign shadow, though.
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Songs for Peace November – So Far Away
two of my painted rocks = blue Peace & pink with purple peace sign and olive branch
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For Bee’s challenge
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I’m going a little different way with this song. I like it a lot. It is about finding peace within yourself, and maybe in that way you can promote peace within others by example.
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From online:
“So Far Away”, by Staind, is a single from their 2003 album, “14 Shades of Grey”. It was written by Aaron Lewis, Mike Mushok, Johnny April, and Jon Wysocki, and is on the Elektra label.
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So Far Away lyrics
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November Squares – Plane Shadows
For Becky’s challenge:
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I think this is the kind of plane described below. I took this photo when we visited the Silent Wings Museum here. So many interesting things to see and learn about in the museum, plus several outdoor displays like this plane and others. It was a nice sunny day, so it left a good shadow of it’s shape on the ground.
From Wiki:
This aircraft? It is a Douglas C-47 Skytrain, a military variant of the DC-3 Airliner. It was an aircraft used to tow gliders during WWII. The museum is dedicated to the CG-4A gliders, hence the “silent wings”.
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Limerick – scale
For Esther’s challenge:
Laughing Along With A Limerick
Your word is
SCALE
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There once was a great big snail
So huge he tipped the scale
When they went to weigh him
It was chaos and mayhem
And in the end it was a fail
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Share Your World
For Di’s challenge:
Share Your World: 17th November
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1. What was the last book you read? … Monument 14 (3 book series) by Emmy Laybourne. I’ve read it many times and it’s always good each time. The Amazon review is here
2. Do you think movies are better or worse than the books they are based on? … To me books are most always better. There are so many parts of a book that the movie script just leave out. Also, if you read the book, then see the movie, the actors hardly ever look like what you pictured in your mind when you were reading the book.
3. What is the most memorable movie soundtrack or theme to you? … I can’t pick one certain one, but if it has lots of recognizable songs in it I’ll like it.
4. Did you enjoy the old musicals (Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, Howard Keel, Doris Day etc) … I like a lot of them, but not all. I know it’s a musical, and people will be singing but it is so unrealistic. People do not go around singing their words in a dramatic way and dancing while they do it in real life. Maybe we should, though. That would be so fun. Maybe a spell would be cast and suddenly everyone everywhere started doing this. hahaha 🙂
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