Monthly Archives: November 2016

CEE’S ODD-BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE 2016 – WEEK 47

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Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: 2016 Week 47

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Ride your horse to the grocery store here. No worries…there’s a hitchin’ post!

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Spiral notebooks

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A local high-school mascot poster, and thousands of dollar bills stapled to the walls of a restaurant

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© 2016 BS

 

PLEASE INTRODUCE YOURSELF # 27

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For Nano Poblano and National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo)

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“Please Introduce Yourself”

Namaste! We are the nice lady’s incense, and were handcrafted in India. She has burned incense for many years, in one form or another. We have many different fragrances, and she likes most all of them. She keeps us up on top of the TV shelf, so our beautiful scents can waft throughout the house. Some of us are the stick variety, and some are formed into cones. The nice lady has incense burners for each kind. She also has a sage broom, which is for cleansing the house of bad spirits.

I’m happy we live here, and are able to bring a sense of peacefulness to the nice lady. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

 

 

 

 

 

PRETTY? – for SOCS – STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY – 11/26/16

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PRETTY? – FOR SOCS – STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY – 11//26/16

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Nov. 26/16

Today’s prompt words is ‘pretty’.

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Pretty is a ‘pretty good’ word. Mostly we are encouraged to not use it in our writing, because it is a bit bland. There are so many other words to spice it up, or enliven whatever you’re writing about. We could use beautiful, exciting, wonderful, awesome, gorgeous, amazing, breath taking, or fabulous. Then again, ‘pretty’ is sometimes just right. It’s hard to know how much enthusiasm you want to add to the thought or conversation. If someone asks you what you think of what they are wearing, for instance, and it’s just ok to your eyes, you don’t want to hurt their feelings, so you say it’s pretty.

So, that’s all I have about that. Now, for ‘pretty good’. My dad was one who always said this, no matter what. haha, it was a family joke, after awhile, because we all knew he’d say that. “How was the meal?” … “Pretty good.” … “How does this outfit look on me?”… “Pretty good.”… “Did you like the movie?”… “It was pretty good.” 🙂

I’m ‘pretty’ sure you’ve heard of these, too… “Pretty as a picture”, “Pretty is as Pretty Does”, “Pretty Please”, and “Sittin’ Pretty”.

Anyway, here’s a real ‘pretty’ song about not being ‘pretty enough’, by Kasey Chambers. She’s a singer from Australia, and we love all her songs. Enjoy! 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

©2016 BS

PLEASE INTRODUCE YOURSELF # 26

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For Nano Poblano and National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo)

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“Please Introduce Yourself”

Hello! We are the nice lady’s many radios. As you can see, she sort of has a collection of us, and is always on the look-out for different ones to add to our growing clan. Represented here, we have: 2 Police Scanners, a set of 2 way radio walkie-talkies, a NOAA weather radio, 2 shortwave radios, a crank-handle emergency radio (with flashlight), and several transistor radios, of all kinds.

Her love of radios started when her dad built his own shortwave radio, many years ago. It was fascinating to hear broadcasts from all over the world. Then, she received her first transistor radio, and would listen to programs all night long, instead of sleeping. Late at night we would pull in stations from as far away as L. A. and Chicago. She even heard the famous Wolfman Jack in his heyday of radio broadcasts. So many interesting things to listen to in the middle of the night. And we were her faithful helpers. 🙂

Now, she does still listen to foreign broadcasts on the short-wave, and police calls on the scanners, and music on the transistors every day. She is still trying to figure out the walkie-talkies. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

 

SHOCKED – A TRUE STORY – for 3 LINE TALES # 43

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SHOCKED – A TRUE STORY – for 3 LINE TALES # 43

Three Line Tales, Week Forty-Three

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photo by Sandis Helvigs via Unsplash

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I was shocked when I first saw this photo for 3 Line Tales.

It is almost the same as a photo of my friend.

In honor of my friend, who passed away on November 13, 2016…”I miss you so much.”

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My friend. Photo by another friend.

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© 2016 BS

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 83

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 83

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

83rd installment

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They traveled on down the highway, through the night, coming into Knoxville, as dawn was breaking. Steve was yawning and could barely keep his eyes open. Ghost had fallen asleep some time back.


“Ghost, wake up,” Steve said, nudging him. “I’m exhausted. I need to sleep. I’m renting a room here for a couple of days, ok?” 


“Ok, Steve, sounds good,” Ghost muttered, his eyes still closed. 


A few minutes later they were in a motel room, and were sound asleep. The next morning, they figured they should do some laundry, and get organized for the rest of the trip.


“Look, Ghost, here’s where we are now,” Steve said, pointing it out on the map. “Here’s all the rest of the country. Where should we go?”


Ghost looked mostly at the colors, then said, “Brown.”


Steve gave him a look. “Brown?”


“Yeah, to a brown place…like over there.” He put his finger over on Arizona. Looking at the town names he got excited, when he saw Tombstone. “Here’s a good one, and it can go in our book when we find a graveyard.” 


“Is that desert enough for ya, then?” Steve asked.


“Guess so, but I like the name best.”


“Ok then, let’s go to Tucson and rent a car, then we’ll drive over there to Tombstone and check it out. Maybe we can even find a ghost town somewhere, too.” Steve said.


“For real? There’s whole towns with ghosts in them?” 


“Well, just abandoned towns…nobody lives there anymore, but maybe there’s ghosts.”


Ghost had a worried look on his face, “Yeah, guess I’d like to see that.” 


Steve shoved Ghost’s arm. “You’re weird, Ghost, ya know that?” 

“Yeah, ya told me before, Steve.” He folded up the map. “So, let’s get going.”


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They drove out to the airport, and Steve figured out how to leave his car there until they got back. As they walked through the entrance, they stared at all the people, and counters, taking it all in. They’d never been in such a place, before. 


* “Is this gonna be like the big ‘ol bus station in New York?” asked Ghost.


“I don’t think there’ll be any homeless bums jumping out at us here…but, this sure is big,” Steve said. “Where do you think we should go, in here?”


“I’ll ask,” said Ghost, as he headed off to the nearest counter, dodging people who actually did know where they were going. 


Steve followed, lugging their duffel bags, and trying to keep up. As he caught up with Ghost, he heard him asking where to get a ticket to Arizona. The lady was tapping on her computer, and talking fast. Ghost had already gotten confused, so Steve took over. Finally they understood they’d have to go to another counter, way off down the row, to get the tickets. 


“Don’t walk so fast, Steve…my head’s spinnin’ already.”


“Well keep up, then. We have to hurry. She said there’s a plane leaving pretty soon.” 


They did manage to get their tickets and find the right gate. Steve had checked in their bags, but they carried on Steve’s guitar and Ghost’s backpack. On the other side of the security check-point, they found a place to sit down.


“We’ve got about an hour to wait, Ghost. I’m going to go find us something to eat. You stay here, ok…don’t move, don’t wander off.”


“I’m not going anywhere, Steve…just…I’m getting nervous.”


“Yeah, me too, but food will help probably. I’ll be back in a little bit.” He turned away to find a bathroom and a food place. He hoped he, himself wouldn’t get lost.


Ghost sat there awhile, watching the parade of people pass by. He was getting restless, though. He began fidgeting, and could feel his eye twitching, and a headache coming on…and he was hungry. 


“Come on, Steve, come on Steve,” he said over and over, out loud.


The loudspeaker announcements were blaring, and unintelligible. Ghost could feel his anxiety mounting. He couldn’t block out all the thoughts of the people around him…all their fears and thoughts. It was getting to be too much for him. He tried leaning back in the seat, and closing his eyes, but he was still breathing hard, and could sense his panic increasing. 


And still, Steve wasn’t back. “Where the hell are you, Steve?” he asked nobody, and continued to wait. He wanted so bad to get up and go look for Steve. He got his back pack, and rummaged through it. There was nothing to hold his interest. He didn’t want to write, at the moment. His stomach was growling and he was getting light headed; he found no snacks in his bag. 


He decided to at least stand up by his seat. Maybe he could see over the heads of the crowd, and see if Steve was coming back. But, as he stood up, he could feel the whole place start to tilt, and he almost fell down. His eyes felt funny too, like huge…but he was having trouble seeing anything, just a big, blurry, noisy scene swirling all around him. His heart was pounding. He didn’t know what to do.


He opened Steve’s guitar case, just to see something familiar. Inside, he found the cell phone Kinsey had given them. That gave him the idea to try and call Kinsey…just to say hi, and to let him know where they were, and where they were going. He stared hard at the phone, trying to make the letters stop swimming around in his blurry vision. 


“I think I remember how to do this…he said use the letters,” he said to himself, as he pushed the keypad in the order he remembered. He could hear it ringing. He heard Kinsey’s voice coming out of the phone. 


“Hello, Sacred Yew, Kinsey here.” 


Ghost was always amazed that it actually worked. He smiled and began talking in his round about way.


“Hey, Kinsey, can you help me find Steve? He went somewhere, and I think he’s lost. He said he’d come back, but it’s been forever. I’m still here, and this place is freaking me out. There’s too much noise and people, and I’m so hungry I think I’m gonna faint.”


“Ghost? What’s going on? Don’t talk so fast. Where are you, and where’s Steve. Let me talk to him, now.”


“I can’t find him, Kinsey. I’m scared. I’m by myself, and we’re gonna get on an airplane, and go see a tombstone, and…and…where’s Steve? I need help!”


Kinsey could tell by the tone of Ghost’s words, that he was about to lose it. “Calm down, Ghost,” he said. “Let me get this straight. Y’all are at an airport, and Steve went somewhere and hasn’t come back, yet?” 


“Yeah, and he was gonna get us some food ’cause we’re hungry, and it’s been forever, and he never came back. I’m still here where he left me. He said don’t move, so I didn’t. But I need to go find him, but I can’t cause I’m all dizzy, and there’s too many people.”


Kinsey knew he had to give Ghost reassurance, and get him to calm down, before he really did go wandering off.  “Just stay where you are, ok? Steve will be back, don’t worry. He’s going to be back to get you.” 


“Ok, Kinsey, but I’ll probably be starved to death by then, and the plane I think already left without us.”


“Where are y’all going anyway, on a plane?” Kinsey asked.


“We’re going to Arizona to see the desert, but looking at graveyards, too…and other stuff. But we’re scared to go on a plane, but Steve’s tired of driving. Why won’t he come back, Kinsey? I need him!” Ghost completely fell apart, then, sobbing and saying through his tears, “Where are you, Steve…I need you!” 


He had dropped the phone, and Kinsey couldn’t yell loud enough to get his attention again, so he just kept listening to Ghost cry, and the airport noises. He hoped someone would notice, and that Steve would show up, soon.


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Next part coming soon!

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*a reference to a story in the book “Wormwood” by Poppy Z. Brite, called “How to Get Ahead in New York”

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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PLEASE INTRODUCE YOURSELF # 25

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For Nano Poblano and National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo)

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“Please Introduce Yourself”

Rawr! Grrr! … oh, hi there! Didn’t mean to frighten you. I’m the nice lady’s black panther. I got all shined up for my photo. I’ve lived here for quite a few years, and my place of honor is up at the very top of the television/entertainment center. That’s so I can keep an eye on all the goings on in the house.

The nice lady always wanted a black panther, because her grandma had one. Her panther was almost my twin, except for having green jewel eyes. I like the cats of the nice lady’s house. I know that at least one cat, Paolo, likes me, too. When he was just a tiny kitten, he’d jump up beside me on the shelf, and then hide behind me for protection. Or, maybe he was just playing hide and seek with the nice lady. He’d be completely hidden, then peek over my back, to see if she’d find him. It was a fun game. He’s all grown up now, and is bigger than I am! 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

 

52 WEEKS PHOTO CHALLENGE – WEEK 15 – CHRISTMAS

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52 WEEKS PHOTO CHALLENGE  – WEEK 15 – CHRISTMAS

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Vintage Christmas card from the 50s

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Vintage Christmas card from the 50s

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Weena, (this blog is named for her), and a wooden reindeer

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Christmas decorations in an old aquarium

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Santa arrived on a fire truck!

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Burnt Punch (German)

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The Burnt Punch photo was taken when we lived in Germany. Our neighbors invited us over for a Christmas meal and had this, also. I’d forgotten what it was called, so looked under ‘burning sugar cone’ and this is what it said about it. It’s a German tradition, called Feverzaugenbowle (burnt punch). It contains wine, fruits and spices. The solid sugar cone is soaked in rum, then set afire, and it melts/drips into the metal punch bowl. 🙂 Another traditional German drink we were introduced to was the Rumtopf. This is a crock jar, that fruits are added to, layered, with rum. We had a lovely meal, that included actual reindeer meat, and boiled chestnuts. They lit the candles on their  Christmas tree, and we listened to classical music. I imagine we also played some card games, too, as that is what we did quite frequently. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE – WINDOWS

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Windows

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Skulls painted on old window (found at flea market, hung in house as art)

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Antique visible gas pump window

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Looking through window at fake fire and rocks in a restaurant

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Picture I painted, looking at a picture in a magazine.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS

PLEASE INTRODUCE YOURSELF # 24

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For Nano Poblano and National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo)

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“Please Introduce Yourself”

Hello! I am the nice lady’s violin. I’ve lived with her for many years. She learned to play music on my strings when she was in the 6th grade of elementary school. Over the years of her schooling, all the way through High School, she took the classes of Orchestra. We played many concerts together, with other students. She also took me to special competitions, where we were judged and received a score. We did well!

Sometimes the nice lady still takes me out of my case and plays a few tunes…to the cat’s dismay… Oh, well, it feels good to be taken care of and loved for all these years. 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2016 BS