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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 10

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 10

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10th Installment

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Ghost walked down the gravelly path back to the highway. He was still so mad at Steve. He fumed and snorted and muttered to himself as he walked. As he went along the side of the road, cars whizzed by, their occupants staring at the red faced, blond hippie stomping along in his old Army jacket. The heat must have tetched him, they thought. Ghost began to slow down his pace.

“It’s too hot out here to keep going,” he panted. The cool shade of the North Carolina woods beckoned, so he figured he’d rest awhile over there in the shade. He knew these woods around Missing Mile probably better than anyone. He’d roamed this area since he was a kid. Being mountain born, and raised by his herbalist Grandmother had its advantages, he guessed. He never got lost out here. He hoped Steve got bit by a spider, maybe he even fell in the lake. That would serve him right.

“Hmmph,” he snorted, as he leaned back against a tree. His mind began to wander as he cooled off. He thought about the day he met Steve…that day in these same woods. How he’d warned Steve of the giant spider web he was about to walk into. He couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else getting spiders on them, since he hated them so much his own self.

“Hmmph, should’a let him run right into it,” he thought. He didn’t know why he had a spider phobia, or when it started. They even came to him in his dreams.

“Maybe a harbinger of bad things to come, a warning omen.” He shuddered at the thought. Saying the word out loud, “harbinger,” he shuddered again. “I ain’t skeered of much a’nothin’, just spiders,” he told himself. “Nothin’ wrong about that…it just is.”

The shadows grew longer as the day passed along lazily. Ghost fell asleep. He was exhausted, and his sleep was dreamless for a change. When he awoke, he was disoriented for a bit. It came back to him slowly, but by then, the edge of his anger had worn down. What he felt now was hunger. He’d not eaten all day. Steve had all the food back at the campsite. It was beginning to be twilight…how long had he been asleep, he wondered.

Getting to his feet, he worked out what he’d say to Steve when he got back there.

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Steve had been worried about Ghost off and on throughout the afternoon. On the one hand, he probably should go look for him. On the other hand, Ghost was probably still mad at him. And anyway, he thought, Ghost never gets lost in these woods. He knows exactly where he is, and he himself would probably be the one who got lost.

So he waited. The fishing had been pretty good…caught a few…cleaned them, and as it got dark, he lit a campfire and began to cook them. He figured if Ghost was anywhere nearby, the smell of cooking, and his hunger would lure him out. Sure enough, Ghost slowly took shape in the shadows of the woods, looking for all the world like a ghostly, pale wraith.

Steve smiled to himself. He tried to judge what Ghost’s mood was. He wasn’t getting a mad vibe from him, just a really hungry guy who’s a little leery of coming near. He kept cooking the fish, and Ghost edged closer.

When he was a little closer, still, Steve said softly, “Hey,” and looked at Ghost. “Come and eat.”

Ghost nodded, came and sat down. He looked at the fire and began his rehearsed speech. “Steve,” he whispered, “sorry I got mad at you.” He bit his lower lip.

Steve’s heart melted at his friend’s obvious discomfort at apology. “Yeah, I’m sorry I laughed at you, Ghost,” Steve said softly. They both looked up into each other’s eyes, and both knew they’d been forgiven. They smiled.

They ate the fish, and then the sandwiches, washing it all down with the cold beer. Then Ghost remembered something.

“Hey, Steve, did you bring the molasses?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s over here,” Steve replied. “Here, catch,” he tossed the jar to Ghost. “What are you gonna put it on? You already ate the sandwiches.”

Ghost looked at Steve and showed him he didn’t need anything else. He took off the lid, inhaling the dark, rich aroma of liquid sorghum. He closed his eyes and breathed deep. “Ahhh,” he sighed.

Steve watched as his best friend dipped his fingers into the thick, sweet syrup and slowly licked them. He watched with his mouth open, a bit of drool flooding his mouth. He licked his own lips as Ghost continued to lick his sticky fingers, again and again. Ghost kept making a slurping sound…almost a sexual sound. He looked as if he was in ecstasy, and maybe he was. As long as Steve had known him, he associated Ghost with molasses. Ghost always smelled faintly of the stuff, and his kisses tasted of it. Molasses was Ghost’s drug of choice. He never went a day without it. He’d probably have withdrawal if he couldn’t get it, Steve marveled. For some reason it seemed to calm him down.

Steve continued to watch Ghost, who was totally focused for once. In spite of himself he felt turned on. He felt hmself begin to breathe harder. In spite of himself he wanted to taste Ghost’s molasses covered lips, his molasses covered tongue…and so he did.

He reached over and held Ghost’s face in his rough hands and touched his own tongue to Ghost’s sticky lips, parting them, and the resulting warm sweetness of tongue on tongue was almost enough to make him loose control right then.

Ghost relaxed into the deep kiss, and they fell together back onto their blanket. Stickiness of their rising heat of skin on skin. Stickiness of the sweat hot day, stickiness of molasses…and stickiness of their love, co-mingled under the twinkling stars.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms once again.

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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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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 9

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 9

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9th installment

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 Morning came as it always did in Missing Mile, hot and humid, even this early. Kinsey had closed up the Yew the night before after everyone had left. Ghost and Steve had packed up and left, to sleep and to head out on their fishing adventure this morning. Kinsey chuckled at the thought of those two. He brewed a strong pot of coffee and sat thinking of what he had to do this day.

The bar wasn’t open in the mornings, but Terry knew Kinsey would be up, and he really needed a mug of the coffee he knew would be just about ready. As he quietly opened the door, he felt the refreshing coolness inside, and smelled the rich, dark coffee. Kinsey was seated at one of the tables, feet propped up on a chair.

“Hey, get yourself a cup,” Kinsey nodded toward the kitchen. They sat in companionable silence for a bit, letting the steaming mugs of liquid do it’s work in waking them up.

“Quite a show last night, huh?” mused Terry.

“Yeah, we did good on the count, and you guys were amazing! I can always depend on Lost Souls? to pack the house. I’m glad they’re back in town,” Kinsey replied.

“So, what’s everyone doing today?” asked Terry.

“Well, I’m cleaning up, and then we’ll be open for regular hours tonight. No bands are booked, so it’ll just be the kids wanting food, beer, and games. The jukebox will have to do tonight.”

“Yeah, I’ll probably drop in later. I have to go open the store in a little bit. I gave Steve the next couple days off,” said Terry. “Oh, what’s that I heard about them going fishing? Was that today?”

“Yep, them two had it all planned out. Gonna leave first thing this morning and head over to the lake,” Kinsey chuckled again. “I can’t even begin to imagine how that’ll go.”

“Hmm,” Terry mused. “Why don’t we sneak out there and see for ourselves? I’ll bet we’d get a few laughs out of it.”

“Yeah, that’d be something to see, but I got too much to do around here. I suspect we’ll hear all about it when they get back. Might be interesting to hear what they say. You know, we’ll be hearing two different versions of the thing. It’ll be funny to compare the two stories…and I do mean ‘stories’, ya know…neither one will be what actually went on.”

“You got that right, Kinsey,” laughed Terry, as he got up to leave. “See ya later.”

Kinsey went to get the supplies to begin his chores.

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Meanwhile, at the house out on Burnt Church Road, Steve prodded Ghost to get up.

“Get your ass outta bed, Ghost, we’ve got fish to catch!”

“Wha…what time is it?” mumbled Ghost.

“Time to go, man…I’ve already got the T-Bird packed. Get your butt in gear and let’s get outta here,” Steve replied in a sing-song voice.

“You made a rhyme, Steve, that’s funny,” said Ghost, as he burrowed deeper into his blankets. Steve yanked off the covers, grabbed Ghost by the ankles and dragged him to the floor.

“Get up, NOW!” he said, as he left the room.

Ghost rubbed his eyes as he slowly made his way to the kitchen in search of coffee. He poured a cup from the pot Steve had made earlier. Going into the living room, he sat cross legged on the couch. He could hear Steve pacing around on the porch.

“Guess I better get dressed,” he thought, “before Steve comes back in here.”

Too late, Steve slammed open the screen door and stood looking at Ghost. He pretended to be mad, but really, he was thinking how cute Ghost looked, all sleepy soft, and messy hair, his eyes looking at him over his hot coffee cup. Steve shoook his head and just said, “Hurry up,” and he smiled

Ghost bit his lower lip and whispered, “Ok.”

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Finally, they were on their way to the lake. It was only outside of town a short way. Steve was in a good mood. He babbled on about what fun they were going to have. Ghost just looked doubtful. After finding what Steve deemed a good spot to find fish, they lugged the fishing poles, a dilapidated old Army tent, a cooler of beer, and some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches Steve had put together, over to the lake’s edge.

“What now, Steve?” Ghost asked. “I never done this before, ya know.”

“Hmm,” said Steve. “Let me get the fishing stuff ready, and you can put up the tent.”

He started off with the poles and bait bucket, while Ghost just stood there staring at the tent. He had no idea what to do to put it together. It was one of those old fashioned canvas one, from an Army supply store. They’d had it for years. It was unwieldy, with wooden poles, ropes, and pegs. It was also dusty and had cobwebs on it. It smelled funky from being stored for so long.

“Ewww, this is gross,” Ghost wrinkled his nose in disgust, but he started to unroll it anyway. As he did, a big spider scuttled out of the rolls of canvas.

“Aiiii,” Ghost hollered and started hopping around, sure the giant monster spider had somehow jumped on him. He was flapping his arms, and stomping his feet, and shaking his hair all around. Steve looked over in alarm, thinking Ghost was having some kind of psychic fit or something.

“Ghost! What’s wrong?” he hollered.

“I think it touched me! I think it bit me…I think I’m gonna die out here! And you don’t even care!” Ghost wailed.

Steve ran over, trying to find out what Ghost was actually screaming about. “Slow down, dude, what bit you?”

“It was a giant, ugly spider…do you see it on me, Steve, do you? Look on my back, look in my hair…Oh, Steve, get it off me!”

Steve looked, and brushed Ghost off, but never saw any spider. “It’s ok now,” he said, to a much relieved Ghost. “It’s gone.”

He started laughing. He laughed until he thought his sides would burst. “Dude, you screamed like a little girl. I never saw anybody flap around like that in my life!” Steve was rolling on the ground, holding his stomach. “Oh, my God, I wish I had a camera, Ghost. You should’a seen yourself.” He went on and on.

Ghost did not think it was funny at all. “Fuck you, Steve. Just fuck you!”

Steve looked up at Ghost, and still laughing, said, “Is that all you got to say? Huh? Let’s hear what the funny guy has to say.”

Ghost gave him a look of daggers, but didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then he let Steve have it. He rarely lost his cool, but Steve deserved his wrath.

“You asshole, Steve,” Ghost said in a deadly calm voice, his blue eyes stormy. “You dragged me out here in the middle of nowhere, and you know I hate stuff like this. You probably hoped I’d get freaked out about something, so you could be all ‘I have to save Ghost from his crazy ideas’ and be a big shot. Well, congratulations, Steve, you got your wish. So, I’m walking home now. You can stay here and fish your brains out.” He turned and stomped away.

“Ghost…” Steve started.

Ghost turned back and hollered,”And furthermore…I DON’T KILL FISH!”

Steve just blinked at the sight of his best friend’s back, as he left. He’d never seen Ghost so mad. “Damn,” he said to himself. “Well, he’ll be back soon enough.”

He set about his task of baiting the fish-hooks, dropping them in the water, and waiting. He was waiting for a bite, and waiting for Ghost to return.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace

© 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.

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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Next part coming soon!

Peace, Love, & Writing

 

FILAMENTS (don’t read if you’re squeamish) – 3 Line Tales Week 17

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FILAMENTS (don’t read if you’re squeamish) – 3 Line Tales Week 17

The gastroenterologist asked me if I wanted to see the results of my abdominal MRI.

“Sure, but what does it mean,” I asked, when I viewed the scan, not worried at all, because my symptoms weren’t that bad.

He pointed out the tiny filaments protruding from my intestines, and said, “These are worms, and there’s nothing we can do.”

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For 3LineTales

Three Line Tales, Week Seventeen

Write 3 lines using the photo prompt.

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© 2016 BS

CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE – ARCHITECTURE

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This week’s subject of Cee’s Fun Foto challenge is architecture. We are to show photos of interesting buildings, etc.

Find out more about this weekly challenge, join in the fun, and see other entries, by clicking below:

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Architecture

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Here’s some interesting places here in town. The first group of photos are of the high school I went to. Lubbock High School was founded in 1891, and moved to this brand new building in 1931. It was built in the Romanesque Revival style. I think it is a beautiful building.

LHS is haunted. This fact has been known for many years. I, myself, experienced weird things, when I attended classes there. People have seen ghostly figures in the bell tower, and heard music coming from empty rooms. There are strange knocking sounds from inside the sealed walls, and I could feel the strangeness while walking in the 3rd floor back hallway. The arches in front are very spooky. You can hear a weeping woman, if you stand in a certain spot under them, and the auditorium and balcony have been the sight of other haunting episodes. There are also several gargoyles on the building.

Some of the past students who went on to become famous were, Buddy Holly, Natalie Maines (of the Dixie Chicks), Ralna English, and Mac Davis, among many other notables.

Here’s the photos I took.

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This next one is of an old Victorian style house. It is the Barton house, and is located at the Museum of the Ranching Heritage Center, near the campus of Texas Tech University. It was built in 1909, and has a captain’s walk. This house, along with many others were moved from their original locations, to this outdoor site.

The Barton house is said to be haunted, too. People have seen ghostly figures in the upstairs windows. I’ve been inside (before they stopped letting people in) and it is furnished with actual items from the owners, or similar ones to what would have been used in that day and time.

That’s me peeking in the window of this house (looking for a ghost!) It is my reflection in the mirror inside the house as I was standing outside.

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Hope you enjoyed the photos and the history behind the buildings. 🙂

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© 2016 BS

 

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 8

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8th Installment

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The club was soon filled with hungry and excited kids. Food orders were kept coming and the drinks and sandwiches were disappearing fast. Kids milled around, listening to the jukebox, playing pool and video games, and reading the wall. Some looked confused at the strange new writing Ghost had put on there earlier that morning. It was scribbled and unfinished, just as they’d left it.

“Wow, that seems like so long ago,” Kinsey thought. It had been a long day.

Steve and Ghost slowly made their way to the stage, greeting the kids along the way. This is what the kids had been waiting for. Lost Souls? were back in town, and they were ready for the music to start.

Steve got his guitar, and Ghost got his microphone. Terry and R.J. were sitting in tonight, too, on drums and bass. They did so occasionally, and this was one night they didn’t want to miss out on. Steve strummed the strings and nodded to the guys in back. As he played the first notes of the first song, he nodded at Ghost and smiled. Ghost grinned and began singing.

Tonight’s set was going to be mostly covers of southern rock songs, with a couple of their own originals thrown in the mix. They always included  their “World”* song and “We Are Not Afraid”. The crowd stood transfixed as the golden, gravelly voice of Ghost began the first song…a cover of the Eagles, “One Of These Nights”.* When Ghost sang, he was the song, and he brought everyone along with him. From the first to last note, from the first to last song, Ghost was who he was meant to be.

Kinsey watched the magic happen. With a new-found knowledge of how Steve and Ghost meshed together, he could see that every song was chosen very carefully, whether anyone knew or not, to be a meaningful, loving tribute to each other. That gave the show, the songs, the looks Steve and Ghost gave each other on stage, and even the smiles, the movements, and the banter to the crowd a whole, new fuller, more special dimension.

Kinsey felt his eyes begin to sting at the love he felt between those two. “Damn, I’m a silly old fool, getting all choked up at a couple of employees,” he thought, “but they are more than that,” he knew. They were more like family, in a way. He continued to watch as the show progressed through a foot stomping cover of Pure Prairie League’s, “Amie.”*

Everyone was having a great time. As the songs neared the finale, they sang “Serenade”,* by the Steve Miller Band, which was always an eerie kind of song, but fit so well with Steve and Ghost and the club kids they played for. Without a pause, it segued into the anthem they always ended the show with, “Hole in the World”*, by the Eagles. Those were the very first words of the very first song Ghost had written on the wall.

Steve and Ghost stood back to back, as if they would always be together and have each other’s back, no matter what…and if you’re not alone, if you have that special someone, you will not be afraid of anything. Blond shining hair and ebony curls mingled together as they sang and played their last song of the night. The crowd drew closer, mesmerized by the words and the rhythmic beats all around them.

By the time the last vibrations of the guitar had echoed off the walls, Steve and Ghost both were in tears. Tears of sadness, tears of love, tears of hope…that their lives would mean something…that there was a reason they were here at this time and this place.

The crowd was holding on to each other as they swayed together, shedding their own tears for humanity and the future. Kinsey was moved to tears of his own this night, for reasons he knew, and something else he felt in the air, in the electricity, in the essence of everyone here, but especially for Ghost and Steve. Something very unsettling to him…but, he knew not what it was.

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*”One of These Nights” by the Eagles (Don Henley/Glenn Frey; Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.)

*”Amie” by Pure Prarie League (Craig Lee Fuller; Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.)

*”Serenade” by The Steve Miller Band (Sailor Records/Capitol Records, Inc.)

*”Hole in the World” by the Eagles (Don Henley/Glenn Frey; Universal Music Publishing Group)

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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.

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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Next part coming soon!

 

DEAR DIARY – FEBRUARY 19 – 28, 1961

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Time for another entry in my Dear Diary posts. This is one of the diaries I kept and wrote in when I was 10 years old. Enjoy! 🙂

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Dear Diary,

2/19/61 – I did not go to school. I played all day. We played with the dog. At night we went to bed.

2/20/61 – I went to school. It snowed all day. When I went home I played. The school will be closed tomorrow. After I played, I went to bed.

2/21/61 – I did not go to school today because it was closed. I played all day. I played in the snow. We made some snow cream (ice cream made from snow). The evergreen tree was bent over because the snow was on it. When I came in I played. then I went to bed.

2/22/61 – I went to school. When I came home I got to walk in the snow. When I got home I played. Then I watched tv, and ate supper. then I watched tv and played. then I went to bed. Today was George Washington’s birthday.

2/23/61 – I went to school and hade (had) fun. When I came home I played. Then we went outside and played. Then I came in and played. Then I went to bed.

2/24/61 – I went to school. When I came home I played. Then I watched tv. Then I went to bed.

2/25/61 – I did not go to school. We went over to B’s house (aunt). J (cousin) got to spend the night. We went over to N’s (aunt) and played.
When I got home I played and went to bed. J (cousin) and I stayed up talking till 11:00 or 2:00 oclock.

2/26/61 – I did not go to school. J (cousin) was over. We went over to grand-mas. It was Grand-pas birthday. I played with the dogs. Then I hurt my finger. Then I went home. I played. Then I went to bed. We went over to grannys and I took a nap over there.

2/27/61 – I went to school. At school I painted an ink picture. When I came home I played. Then I went to bed.

2/28/61 – I went to school. When I came home I went to get P (sister) picture. Then we went to a pet shop. We saw fish, birds, sea-horses, ginny pigs (guinea pigs), alligaters, and a deer head. When I got home I played. Then I went to bed.

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© 2016 BS

 

CEE’S ODD-BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE 2016 – WEEK 21

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It’s time for more funny and odd photos!

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2016 Week 21

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RIP pencil and Casket keychain from Funeral Museum

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UFO, Alien, and ? keychains

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Odd and funny pens and pencils

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 7

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Back at the Sacred Yew, they unloaded the supplies. Kinsey looked at his watch, “Well, it must have gone better than you expected, huh? Only took three and a half hours.”

Steve muttered, “You just should’a been there.”

Ghost stumbled in, then, carrying the fishing poles and wearing the hat. “Look what Steve’n me got!”

Kinsey looked surprised.

“It’s fishing stuff, Kinsey. We’re gonna go tomorrow and catch us some, and Steve’ll kill ’em and I’ll cook ’em and…and then we’ll eat ’em, and maybe we’ll bring back some for you.” Ghost babbled on and on.

“Was this really your idea, Steve?” Kinsey asked.

“Yeah, thought it’d be something fun to do.”

“Well, I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, Steve, but y’all have fun. I’ve got to get back to work. Y’all be back here by eight, ok? Get set up and start the show by nine.” 

“Yeah, I’m gonna go catch a nap I guess. Eight sounds good. See ya then,” said Steve. “C’mon, Ghost, let’s go.”

“Can I just stay here, Steve? I think I’ll help Kinsey with his chores. I already took a nap on the way back,” Ghost said.

“Suit yourself…see ya later,” answered Steve, as he shuffled out the big wooden door.

Kinsey came back out of the store room and looked at Ghost, who just smiled and said he was going to help out awhile. “What ‘cha need me to do, Kinsey?”

“Well, let’s see…the floor needs mopping, the tables wiped down, the bar stocked, oh, and I still need to get the soup and sandwiches made. Why don’t you get the mop and get started?”

Ghost made a sour face, then brightened up. “I can do the food, ok?”

“You can do the food?” Kinsey looked doubtful.

“Sure, I do the cooking at home all the time. Steve loves what I cook.”

“Well…,” Kinsey hesitated, “it’s just simple soup and sandwiches. I guess you can handle that, so ok, Ghost, it’s all your’s tonight.”

 “Yay! Show me where the stuff is and I’ll start,” bubbled Ghost.

Kinsey showed him the kitchen area and supplies, of instant noodle soup, lunch meat, and bread.

“I need enough for about a hundred customers, I guess.”

“Ok, Kinsey, but not this.” Ghost held up the package of soup. “I hate that stuff. I’ll make my speciality and surprise you, and it won’t take long either.”

“Fine, fine, let’s just get started, ok?”

Kinsey began mopping the floors. Ghost worked as fast as he could, making a towering mound of sandwiches. He was just finishing up the huge pot of soup, when Kinsey wandered in.

“Hey, something smells great, Ghost! What kind is it?”

Ghost had Kinsey close his eyes and have a taste.

“Is that…potato soup?” Kinsey asked, reaching for another spoonful.

“Sure is.”

“It’s delicious, Ghost.”

Ghost beamed at the compliment. “Well, it’s all finished and there’s still a while left before the show, so can I just kinda rest a bit in your office, Kinsey, on that nice soft couch ya got in there?”

Kinsey smiled and nodded. Ghost took off while Kinsey finished up his chores and then took a much needed coffee break, himself. He then went to get his register tape and a few other items from the office. When he opened the door, he found that Ghost had indeed fallen asleep on the old couch. He looked at the eccentric young man, smiled, and shook his head. Who would have thought Ghost was such a good cook. He’d heard Steve going on about the banana pancakes and such before, but when had Ghost learned cooking anyway? Old Miz Deliverance must have been teaching him something after all.

He then noticed that Ghost had a book opened on his chest, while he’d fallen asleep.  “What on Earth?” he asked himself. “It’s my old college math textbook.”  He had all sorts of books in his office, as he was a bit of a hoarder and liked to read a lot. He never threw away a book. But, why would Ghost choose a math text to read? There were so many more interesting choices. He shrugged and went on about his business. “Maybe I’ll ask him about it later,” he thought.

Steve showed up pretty much on time, and Kinsey pointed to the office, telling him that Ghost had finally wound down…he should go wake him up. Steve entered the office and saw Ghost still asleep. His heart did a little flip flop as he looked at his best friend, all relaxed in sleep. Then he, too noticed the book Ghost had chosen.

He shook his head and his bottom lip quivered at the sight…the anguish it caused.

“Oh, Ghost,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry it pains you so much.”

Steve walked over to Ghost and knelt down beside the couch, watching him sleep for just a moment. He loved to watch Ghost sleep. Ghost always had the most vivid dreams, and always told him about them. Steve brushed a strand of hair off Ghost’s forehead.

“Hey…wake up, Ghost,” he whispered. Then he shook Ghost’s shoulder. Ghost’s pale blue eyes fluttered open, looking at Steve in that half awake state, then he smiled.

“Hey, Steve.”

“You ready to sing?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I’m always ready to sing,” Ghost yawned and sat up, putting his arms around Steve in a warm embrace.

They had not noticed Kinsey watching them from the doorway. “Ahem,” Kinsey cleared his throat. “It’s about time, guys. I’m opening the door. The crowd’s already getting impatient.”

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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.

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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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