Monthly Archives: July 2016

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 37

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 37

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

37th installment

warning…adult content

Ghost entered the house, walking down the hall to his bedroom. The door was already opened, the house smelled good…like sage. He smiled, knowing that Steve had burnt the sage for him. In the bedroom, he took off his clothes and got into the bed, with nice clean blankets, only having one twinge of anxiety, before falling asleep. He had no nightmares this night.

Some time later, Steve came in and quietly looked in at Ghost. Going over, he brushed a strand of hair from Ghost’s face and lightly kissed his forehead. He felt a rush of love for this child of wonder. Going to his own room, he fell asleep as soon as he lay down. “Tomorrow, we’ll have a fresh start,” was the last thing he thought about.

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Early the next morning, Steve made coffee, then left Ghost a note by the coffee pot. It said, “I’ve gone to get us some groceries. I’ll be back soon. I love you, Steve.”

Ghost grinned when he read it. He’d have to tease Steve, when he returned. He had written proof now, that Steve loved him. He drank his coffee, and took a long needed shower. Finding some of his old clothes, he put on a soft, well-worn hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, with only a few holes in them.

He was sitting on the old couch, writing in his journal, when Steve came back, huffing and puffing, carrying bags of stuff, and complaining about the long walk. He looked at Ghost still sitting there, and said,

“So, are you just gonna sit there, or are ya gonna help me with this shit?”

Ghost grinned and said, “I’m just gonna sit here and watch you deal with all that shit,” and then had to duck, as Steve lobbed a box of cereal at him.

He grabbed the box and tore it open, grabbing handfuls of the sweet, sugary stuff, spilling some, eating it right from the box.

“Good thing I got the kid cereal. Looks like there’s a little kid up in here today,” Steve said, as he juggled the bags into the kitchen.

“You got this kind ’cause you looove me,” Ghost teased.

“Yeah, right,” Steve hollered from the kitchen.

Ghost came and leaned on the door frame, watching Steve put things away.

“What else ya got in there, anyway?”

“Grown up food, that’s what,” Steve said. “Maybe if you’d grow up, you could have some.”

“Hmmmph,” muttered Ghost. “I’m grown up.”

Steve finished his task, then got himself a bowl of cereal with milk. He looked like he wanted to talk about serious stuff, Ghost thought.

‘I hate to break it to ya, Ghost, but that was the last of the money I had. Guess I’ll have to go back to work at the record store…if Terry will have me.”

“Where’s your car, Steve?” Ghost asked.

Narrowing his eyes, Steve stared hard at Ghost. “It got totaled. Guess you didn’t hear about that, since you were off doing God knows what.” Steve looked at Ghost, and his eyes were not happy.

Ghost didn’t like this turn in the conversation. It was like Steve was accusing him of wrecking his car. Steve continued, with a sharp edge to his words.

“Yeah, I wrecked the son-of-a-bitch…had too much to drink. Coming back here after a binge, drowning myself in alcohol, because I couldn’t find you, Ghost. Wrapped it around a tree on the way back from Raleigh one night. I had to be in the hospital up there for three weeks. I was a mess, broke arm, broke ribs, stitches…but, I guess it was a wake-up call. I haven’t been drinking, at least not as much any more…”

“I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t know.”

“Yeah? I thought you were suppoosed to know everything. Well, guess your super powers failed ya this time. Guess it’s my turn to tell you not to say you’re sorry. If it hadn’t been for…” he quit talking then, as he realized what he was doing. He was accusing Ghost, and really, it was his own fault for causing Ghost to leave in the first place. And, he was practically yelling in Ghost’s face.

“Oh, my God, Ghost! None of this is your fault, none of it,” and he wanted to say I’m sorry, but had been warned not to. So he just clamped his mouth shut and stared at the table in front of him.

Ghost turned, leaving the room.

“Why, why, why did I do that?” Steve thought. “Every time I open my mouth something bad comes out, and then it’s too late to take it back. I wind up hurting everyone I know.”

More sarcastic thoughts came into his head…”Well, he asked what happened to the car. He didn’t know, but I didn’t have to tell him all that. Damn!”

He could hear Ghost trying to cry quietly, in the bedroom. Steve sighed as he went to see about him…to try to make things right again.

As he came to the doorway, he saw that Ghost was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, tears running down into his ears, wetting his hair and pillow. Steve walked over and tried to touch him, but Ghost turned away, then said with a sob…

“God does know what I was off doing, Steve. I was too busy dying to hear about your wreck. But, if I had, I’d have come back to be with you, even when I was dead!”

He turned back toward Steve, wiping the tears from his face, but Steve was already brushing away the tears with his thumbs, cradling Ghost’s face in his hands. He noticed Ghost’s left eye twitching, and wondered about it.

“Ghost, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I never can say things the right way. It comes out all wrong. I’m sorry…yeah, I have to say it, and I mean it. And, I am sorry, too. I’m a sorry son-of-a-bitch for hurting you over and over.”

“I know, Steve,” Ghost said. “I know you don’t mean to, and I try to not let it bother me,” he took a deep breath. “Can we just start over?” he grinned, and again Steve saw his broken tooth..

“Yeah, Ghost, we can start over. At least we can try.”

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story. 

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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CEE’S ODD-BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE – WEEK 30

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2016 Week 30

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This is the place to post all the odd, no certain catagory photos we’ve taken. It’s fun! Click the link above to find out how to join in and see other’s entries for this week! 🙂

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Here’s some odd ones…

An egg frying…it has 3 yolks

An airplane in a restaurant. Looks like it crashed into the wall

Speed Bump sign at a restaurant. There’s a pole right there where you slide your tray along the cafeteria style serving space.

 

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© 2016 BS

 

INITIATION – 3 LINE TALES – WEEK 26

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Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-Six

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photo by Maher El Aridi

INITIATION

Glowing softly, the  moonflower princesses glide silently across the countryside.

They are sent, once again, to welcome the most recently departed princess to their heavenly realm.

She will then be awarded an ethereal wedding gown, to commemorate her initiation into their most exclusive hereafter society.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

CEE’S WHICH WAY CHALLENGE – JULY 27, 2016

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Cee’s Which Way Challenge – July 27, 2016

This photo challenge is to show all kinds of ways for people to get from one place to another, including transportation, roads, signs, etc. Find out more by clicking the link above. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 36

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 36

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

36th installment

warning…adult content

                                       

Ghost made his way through the woods to Missing Mile’s graveyard. It was several miles by the main road, but seemed to be a shorter distance going this back way. He didn’t know why he blew up at Steve, back at the house. It was just this whole business of coming back was complicated.

“Why can’t anything be easy?” he thought.

Then an unbidden voice came into his mind. “Death is easy,” it whispered.

And he knew it to be true…now. He pushed the morbid thought from his mind, as he reached the back of the graveyard. His grandmother’s grave was right near, in a secluded, tree shaded area. He stood for a moment, just trying to focus his thoughts. A sudden soft breeze filtered through the pine trees, making a whispering sound. He knew his grandmother was near, and waiting for him to tell her all his troubles, just like she used to do when he was a kid.

Sitting cross-legged on top of her grave, he traced his fingers over the headstone that told her name, and the days of her life, etched there, softly timeworn after so many years. But, Ghost knew she’d never really left him alone. Her spirit would always be with him, would always be his guardian angel, his spirit guide. He spoke to her as if she was there, right in front of him. He remembered the last time he’d been here. His soul in pain, his body torn and bleeding.

“I had to come back,” he started. “You knew it before I did, and now felt like the time was right…but, is it…is it? I’m so confused. Everything seems so hard. I messed up so bad. I saw you…I knew you were there when I crossed over for a little while. You told me to come back, to make things right, it wasn’t time for me over there. But, I wanted to stay,” he sobbed, “I wanted to stay.”

Wiping his eyes, he began again. “I met someone else, and I thought he could make me forget about Steve. But, he was too greedy. He took everything he could from me, and then hurt me in the end. Now I’m back here, and I’ve forgiven Steve, and I love him…but, I’m still afraid, so afraid,” he knelt against the gravestone, letting his tears run down the cold granite and into the soft earth below.

“Ghost Child,” he heard her voice, a soft whisper in his mind. “You are right where you are supposed to be. I’ve seen all your pain. I’ve felt your turmoil. I can see you are troubled, but I know you must go through tough times, go through the fire, to test your love for Steve, to continue to evolve into the true soul spirit you were born to be. I can only guide you so far, Ghost Child. the rest is up to you. You and only you can decide which path you follow. 

I will never forsake you. You will always be here in my heart. Come and talk to me often. I will try to ease some of the confusion and pain you feel. Try not to be afraid of life, Ghost Child…embrace it, learn from the hard parts, and live joyously in the good parts. Your ability to empathize with all creation is only to help you. You can’t take on everyone’s pain and sorrow. It would ultimately destroy you.

You must go to your love, enjoy this lifetime with him, as you have in the past, and which you will in the future. Do not despair, do not let your depression take over and cloud your emotions. Give everything of yourself to this life, and do not regret anything.”

Ghost had fallen into an exhausted sleep. He heard his grandmother’s voice while awake, and continued to heed her advice, as he drifed off. He had no idea how long he’d been out there in the graveyard, but as he came slowly awake, it was getting on toward twilight. A few stars were beginning to shine in the indigo sky.

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He was tired, so tired still…of trying so hard, of not knowing what to do, of being afraid. He sighed. He did feel the beginnings of a new outlook on things. Maybe he could figure it out. He pulled on his old Army jacket, and as he did, he noticed his left wrist… and the tattoo he’d gotten there. He smiled to himself, as he remembered the day it had happened. It was up in the mountains. There was a guy who practiced the art of tattooing there, one of his kinfolk, he supposed. Being curious, he watched the man at his craft several times, then decided he wanted one. He’d always been scared to before, but he’d seen Steve’s silly one, and figured he’d get one to match. So, he gathered his courage and had the guy write the word ‘Steve’ on the inside of his left wrist in sky blue ink. It hurt like hell, but he managed to get through it. He looked at it now, and kissed it, as he said,

“Help me get through the rest of my life, Steve. I don’t think I can do it without you by my side.”

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He knew he needed to go back to his house and see Steve. He hoped Steve had finished cleaning. Shaking the pine needles from his hair and clothes, he began the walk back. He tried to think of what to say to Steve, when he returned home. He didn’t know what mood Steve would be in, but figured he would take his cue and hope for the best. 

As he walked up behind the house, he noticed the porch light on out front, and could hear Steve playing a few chords on his guitar. Coming closer, he saw Steve there, sitting on the old swing and looking calm.

Hesitating a bit, Ghost walked over and sat in the swing, next to Steve.

“Hey,” Ghost said, softly.

Steve looked over, “Hey.”

Steve continued to strum his guitar, and as he did, he asked Ghost, “You ok?”

“Uh-huh,”

There were no more words needed. Ghost began humming along to the song, an old ballad he’d written long ago, and they just enjoyed being there together in the quiet, country night.

After awhile, Ghost, who’d been yawning and could hardly keep his eyes open, got up, saying he was going to bed. Steve looked up at him, and just nodded. They knew each other’s thoughts at that moment.

 “Is it ok for me to go in there, now?”

 “It’s ok for you to go back in there. Call out for me if you need to…I’ll be there.”

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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.

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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ONE WORD PHOTO CHALLENGE: CHILD

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ONE WORD PHOTO CHALLENGE: CHILD

This week’s one word to find photos of is Child. To find out more about this fun challenge, click the link below:

One Word Photo Challenge: Child

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I don’t usually post photos of children, or anyone, really, except of myself on occasion. So, these photos are showing what children enjoy doing, in my opinion. (one exception is the long shot of some kids at story-time at the library)

Kids enjoy riding on a merry-go-round, art, story-telling, painting pictures and rocks, story-time at the library, and all kinds of play equipment! 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE: STAIRS, STEPS, LADDERS

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Stairs, Steps, Ladders

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Stairs/ladder up to stage (Japan)

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Cats on porch steps

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Long ladder to the roof

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Step stool at the library

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An end table that looks like steps (at furniture store)

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Step ladder that hooks onto a bookcase (seen at furniture store)

 

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS