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Nano Poblano starts November 1st. It is for National Blog Posting Month, where we post an entry on our blog, each day of this month. It can be of anything we want, so that makes it fun!
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JNW’s 31 DAYS of HALLOWEEN – DAY 31 – COSTUME 
JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Costume
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Today is the final day of this Halloween Challenge. I have had so much fun taking new photos, and looking through all my old photos for each day’s topic word. Thank you so much, Jennifer, for such a fun challenge! Happy Halloween! 🙂
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Here’s a couple of my early costumes. There’s me and my little sister one Halloween. I think I was dressed as a gypsy?
Next is a costume I made when I was in Blue Birds (a group like Girl Scouts). We had to make them out of paper bags. 🙂
Our family had quite a few Halloween Costume parties over the years. We’d all dress up, have games, snacks, a homemade haunted house in the cellar, and I’d read an original spooky story of mine, complete with props, like peeled grapes for eyeballs, and spaghetti noodle innards. Sometimes, we’d even have a ‘white elephant’ gift exchange game, with oddball gifts to snatch and trade. We had lots of fun! 🙂
Weird looking Betty Boop?
Witch, Ghost, & Ghoul
Vampire Ghoul?
Me, hamming it up as a witch
My cousin, many years ago
My uncle as a pirate
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True Story!
“SICK”
Happy Halloween to me
I’m sick as I can be
Coughing and sneezing
Feeling hot, and then freezing
Phlegm and snot is what I’ve got
Aches and pains, I feel like rot
A headache that pounds
I just lay around
With a moan and a groan
Just leave me alone
Tylenol and tissues
You know I have issues
I want this sickness to go away
On this happy Halloween haunting day
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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 72
Warning…adult content
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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE
72nd installment
warning…adult content
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Downstairs, the woman had prepared a huge breakfast for them. Ghost avoided looking at the pantry, keeping his eyes on his plate. Steve kicked him under the table, prodding him to ask his questions, before they had to leave.
The woman knew what was going on though, so she brought up the subject.
“Well, Ghost, you found out our secret, didn’t you? I knew you would,” she said. “You and your grandmother are the only ones to have ever figured it out. Other guests have heard random noises, here and there, but in all the years, only you two have had the psychic gift to be able to get the full story.” She smiled at Ghost.
“But…I didn’t. I don’t know what it was I saw..and I didn’t move from this here table, and…and…I had dirt all over me…and…why?” Ghost said in a rush.
“It’s ok, Ghost,” the woman said. “Your gift is so powerful, it manifested the dirt on you from what happened in this house over a hundred years ago. It wasn’t real, you just envisioned it.”
“It was too real!” Ghost said. “I had real dirt on me. Steve saw it , too…this morning”
Steve had been watching this exchange, while shoveling in his food, but said, “Yeah, I saw it. What are you saying…Ghost had hundred year old dirt on him? Gross!”
The woman looked a bit startled. This had gone beyond her abilities to explain. She got off the subject of old dirt, to her main explanation.
“The tunnel and room you saw is indeed under this house, but it’s been boarded up and sealed for many, many years. There’s no way you could have gotten in there. This house was a stop-over on the underground railroad. The runaway slaves would know this as a safe house on their journey north.
You probably heard the voices, and saw the men down in the basement. It’s just a vision, now. It runs in a loop, over and over. I’ve seen it myself, in a dream, of course…it’s my family’s history.”
“But, what about the secret door in the pantry that opened, and someone said ‘come in’, and the mirror person?” Ghost asked.
“What are you talking about? There’s no door in there. The slaves had an outside entrance, long since done away with,” she said.
“But, just go look in there,” Ghost said, as he got up from the table to go show her.
She shook her head, “No, it isn’t possible.”
“I know what I saw, and I’ll show you,” Ghost said.
Steve reached out, touching Ghost’s arm to stop him. “Just drop it, Ghost…there’s no need to…”
“But, she’s calling me a liar, Steve. You know I don’t lie,” Ghost said.
Steve knew he had to get Ghost out of there immediately, or he’d completely lose control.
“We gotta go now,” Steve said, as he pushed Ghost toward the stairs, to collect their things.
“Thanks for the bed and the food,” he said to the woman, as he kept pushing Ghost’s back, herding him up.
“Stop pushing me, Steve,” Ghost said, as he flinched away.
“Get your shit and let’s get going…the old lady’s getting pissed at us,” Steve said.
“Well, so am I,” said Ghost, as he grabbed his backpack and stomped back down the stairs, and out the front door, slamming the screen behind him.
Steve gave the woman an extra hundred dollars, “Sorry to cause you any trouble,” he said.
She just stared, and nodded. She knew Ghost had been telling the truth, but he was so unbelievably gifted, that what he’d said caused her to feel afraid of her own house.
Ghost was still fuming, as Steve gunned the engine of the car, and they sped away. “Remind me to never go to a haunted house again, Steve. Grandmother always told me to look at things, and read people, if I have to…but some don’t want to hear the truth, and to keep my mouth shut. But, I forget sometimes. You believe me, don’cha, Steve?”
“Of course I do, Ghost. I’ve known you long enough to never doubt you about things like this. Try to let it go, though. We’re gone from there, and it doesn’t mean anything to us, anyway.”
“Hmmph…” Ghost snorted. “Guess I will forget about it.” He sat in silent rage for a bit longer though.
Steve kept driving. They were on a steady incline, going up into the Smoky Mountains. The road was kind of narrow – just a going up lane, and a coming down lane…no towns here, just lots of tall, tall trees. He had to concentrate to navigate the twists and turns, and he prayed the car wouldn’t break down.
They were on the side with the trees; the down side was a drop off into the tops of more trees, and no guard rails, he could see. A sign every now and then assured them that there was a rest stop up ahead, somewhere. They could get out, get some gas, and some food. He’d need to calm his nerves after this drive.
Ghost had finally fallen asleep, and was muttering as he dreamed. Steve figured it was about his strange encounter. After the rest stop, it was downhill all the way to the Tennessee border. Steve had never been there – never really been much of anywhere. He’d been across to Virginia, though, back when he used to rob coke machines. And, a few stops on his way to find Ghost out in California. He was looking forward to seeing new places, at a more leisurely pace.
In about an hour, the rest stop was in view. It had a gas island, restaurant, gift shop, cabins to rent, and a scenic view overlook. He was all too glad to stop for awhile. His hands were stiff from being curled so tight around the steering wheel, and his butt had gone to sleep, miles back.
Ghost looked comfortable enough in the back seat, all stretched out, but Steve woke him anyway. They both needed to decide their next destination.
“Hey, Ghost, wake up…we’re getting something to eat here.”
Ghost came to slowly, as usual. It had always taken him awhile to come back from the wonderland of his dreams, and back to reality. Steve was terrified that someday Ghost just wouldn’t come back. That would be the end of the world for himself, if that happened. That was one reason he felt he had to be Ghost’s protector, and make sure he never left for good.
“Where are we?” Ghost yawned and stretched, rubbing his eyes, and running his fingers through his hair.
“We’re at the top of the mountain, at a rest stop. Get out and look. We’re gonna eat at this restaurant.”
“Ok, hang on,” Ghost said, as he searched the floor of the car to find his shoes. He also pulled on his hoodie, as it was chilly already up here.
Steve held out his hand, helping Ghost out of the back seat. Ghost was unsteady, as he was still trying to come fully awake. “I need coffee, Steve,” he said.
“I do, too. Let’s go up there…see what they have to eat,” said Steve, leading the way.
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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.
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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CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE – HOUSE/BARN 
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Houses and/or Barns
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JNW’s 31 DAYS of HALLOWEEN – DAY 30 – CREATURE
JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Creature
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Some little bottles I painted and added fun stickers onto. The skeleton hologram (hanging) is an earring. 🙂
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SOCS – IN/OUT for STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY 10/29/16 
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 29/16
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Today, the SOCS prompt is ‘in/out’. Here’s mine…
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Every evening, without fail, I pour water in my Keurig coffeemaker.
I also, get out my coffee cup, and put it under the spout.
I put in a little coffee pod, where it goes in the machine.
The next morning, all is ready for me to turn the coffeemaker on,
pull the handle, and out comes the hot coffee in less than a minute,
filling the cup just right. 🙂
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WEEKLY WEATHER – THUNDERSTORM & TORNADO 
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THUNDERSTORM
Clouds building up into thunderstorms, and rain drops on the storm door as the storm arrives.
TORNADO
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This looks like a tornado, but it wasn’t. It was just a dark cloud shaped like one.
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This is my story of surviving an F5 tornado. Click link below.
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JNW’s 31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN – KNOCK KNOCK & FULL MOON
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Do you knock on wood for luck? I do, and it has to be 3 times. For many years people have believed if you knock (or touch) wood, it will bring good luck, or doing so will ward off evil spirits and bad luck.
Knock Knock – Day 29
JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Knock Knock
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Halloween door hanger
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Full Moon – Day 28
JNW’s Halloween Challenge: Full Moon
Full moon at the start of an eclipse
Moon in the early morning
Full moon shining in my bedroom window
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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 71
Warning…adult content
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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE
71st installment
warning…adult content
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Ghost headed for the stairs, wanting to explore the old house. Taking notice of the framed pictures on the wall, they were mostly black and white, old-fashioned images of another era. People were gathered in formal portraits of the day, with women wearing long dresses, and the men wearing waistcoats and derby hats, while children wore pinafores, with their hair styled in ringlets. They were all framed in ornate gilded frames.
He felt impressions from them, but could check them out, later. The downstairs areas were calling to him. Tiptoeing down the old stairs, he couldn’t help but make them creak, but it didn’t wake the old lady. In the entryway, where they’d come in, there was a fancy coat rack, carved out of some kind of dark wood. The moonlight caused it to cast a shadow on the wall. Nothing to be scared of, he told himself.
Going farther into the house, the first room was the living room, or parlor, he guessed it would be called. An overstuffed, high-backed couch, sat in front of a fireplace. The stones that it had been made of were worn and blackened from years of use. The mantle above, held more framed photos, and a few candles in metal and wood holders. There was an art-deco mantle clock, which was ticking off the minutes quite loud, breaking the complete silence of this room. There were no windows, here, and the only feeling he got was of neglect. The fireplace was the only thing ever used, just to knock off the chill in the winter.
Walking into the kitchen, he realized it had been modernized to some extent. Probably several years back. It had a newer feel to it, even though it was decorated in kitschy items from every decade in the past, in a hodge-podge of color and design.
So, that’s about it, he guessed. No ghosts yet, no knockings, no eerie faces. He felt disappointed, but took pictures, anyway. Sitting at the kitchen table, he began writing. After a few minutes, he concentrated on listening for any sounds or impressions he might receive…anything that was trying to get his attention.
Surely, a house this old, and maybe haunted, would give him a sign, a noise, or something, he thought. As he sat with his eyes closed, he finally did hear something. A small scratching sound, over by the pantry door.
“Probably a mouse,” he whispered. But, he went over there anyway, opening the door cautiously.
“Huh, just cans, and boxes of food, some dried herbs,” he muttered as he looked around. No signs of a mouse, but he still heard the scratching noise…sort of at the back, behind the cereal boxes.
He moved a few things around on the shelf to take a better look.
“Uh-oh, look at this…” he said. He saw what looked like a secret door. He reached his hand out, and knocked on it. He didn’t know what to expect, but certainly not what happened. The door creaked open a bit, only stopped by the metal shelving unit.
He heard a breathy voice say, “Come in.”
He wasn’t sure if it was a real voice, or just a voice spoken in his head. He gasped, jerking his hand back. He looked around the kitchen, frantically hoping for a clue of what he should do.
On the one hand, he could make a lot of noise, moving the jars, boxes, and shelving out of the way, to get to the door. Or, he could run and get Steve…tell him to come down and have a look. Then, he remembered, Steve didn’t want to know. Or, he could go wake up the old lady, but she surely already knew about the secret door, and she did say he could explore all he wanted to.
The thing was, he was kind of scared to really find anything…and that scared him, too, because he never had been scared to talk to spirits, or hear voices, before.
To calm himself down, he started making a cup of hot tea, while he thought of what to do. Then sitting at the table, he just stared at the pantry door…and the slightly ajar secret door. He didn’t hear any more noises, in his head, or for real. He didn’t know what to make of it. Why would it show him this? There must be a reason…it wanted him to find it. It had a secret to tell.
“C’mon, I can figure this out by myself,” he told himself. He closed his eyes, concentrating hard, and pushed his mind into the secret room. The images he began to see were hazy at first. A tunnel dug out of the earth, shored up by bricks and wooden beams. It was cool at first, like a cave, but as he followed along, it became more humid.
Up ahead, he could make out voices…no words, just a general hum of people talking. Then he saw a room with several people gathered. There was a feeling of excitement, and also of desperation. There was talk of moving on to the next safe house. Then someone said it was time to go, and everyone left – the room was empty.
Ghost came back to himself, still at the kitchen table, left wondering what it had all been about. By now, he was getting sleepy, so decided to ask the woman about it in the morning. He went back upstairs, and slipped into bed with Steve.
“Did ya find anything, Ghost?” Steve asked.
“Yeah, it was weird. I was scared,” Ghost answered.
Steve opened one eye and looked at Ghost, barely visible in the dark room. “Hmm, well, don’t worry about it,” he said as he wrapped his arm over Ghost in a warm, protective hug.
“Ok,” Ghost whispered, as he finally fell asleep.
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The next morning, Steve woke first, having had a full night’s sleep. After taking a shower and getting dressed, he shook Ghost awake.
“Get up, Ghost, breakfast is in half an hour. Then we gotta get going.” He yanked the sheet off the bed, and was startled to see Ghost’s feet and hands, and even his face and hair. They were covered in dirt and cobwebs.
“What the hell happened to you?” Steve shook Ghost, again.
“What do you mean?” Ghost mumbled.
“Where did you go last night? You’re covered in crap. Go take a shower.”
Ghost sat up, saw his hands, and looked at Steve, confused.
“I didn’t go anywhere, Steve…just to the kitchen for some tea. Why is this all over me?”
“Is that all? You didn’t go outside and roll around in a dirt pile?” Steve asked.
Ghost thought a minute, “No, but I did go through a tunnel. It was under this house. But, I only saw it in my head, not for real…it was something that happened here years and years ago.”
“Well, go wash it off, and we’ll go downstairs. You can ask about it then.”
Ghost went down the hallway to the bathroom, but was leery of going in, now…the mirror person might come back.
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Next part coming soon!
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© 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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