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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 122

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 122

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 122

warning…adult content

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When they returned home, Ghost looked over his instructions for the séance, a few more times. Steve made them some hot cocoa, and they relaxed on the couch.

“I’m calling them tomorrow,” Steve said. “I think you’re ready, and I want to get this over with.”

“Ok, but we can’t do it on Halloween, because of their show. I’m thinking maybe later, maybe after,” Ghost said.

“Oh, yeah, you’re right. I guess tomorrow is out. They’ll be rehearsing, then the gig, then the next day they’ll be sleeping and recovering from the party. Guess the next day after that would work,” Steve said.

“Are we gonna do more recording in the morning?”

“We might as well, if Terry is up for it.”

“Ok, sounds good,” Ghost said. “I’m done with this for now.” He handed Steve the instruction page. “I’m going to bed.” He took his mug of cocoa, called to Spirit, and went to his room.

Steve locked up the house, and turned off the lights, but checked in on Ghost, before heading to his own room. He saw that Ghost was writing on the wall, while Spirit was on the bed, watching him. He said good-night, figuring that the next few days would be intense, and they needed all the rest they could get.

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The next morning had dawned cloudy and drizzly. Ghost woke first, then made coffee and fed the cat. He brought a mug of the coffee to Steve, to wake him up. Setting it on the nightstand, he knelt beside Steve. His breath caught in his throat, at how much he loved Steve. Im so lucky to have him love me back.

He leaned over, kissing Steve lightly. Steve stirred, cracking open his eyes, to see Ghost’s face staring at him, and his coffee breath tickling his nose.

“I brought ya coffee.” Ghost said.

Steve smiled, reached up to bring Ghost in for a kiss. “Thanks for the coffee and the kiss, Ghost. I’m awake, now.” He wiggled up in the bed, while Ghost plumped the pillows behind him.

“I’m going out on the porch for awhile. I’ll make some pancakes when I get back,” Ghost said, as he went to get himself another cup of coffee. He and Spirit went out to sit on the swing.

It was chilly and damp, and the blanket Ghost had brought out with him, felt good. He rocked back and forth on the swing, trying to clear his mind. His dreams of the night had left him with an uneasy feeling. Nothing specific, but he could sense a tension building up. He didn’t know if anything would come through, if he relaxed his thoughts, but he tried anyway.

He closed his eyes, letting the steam from the cup of coffee, bathe his face in the rising steam. Inhaling the rich aroma, helped him enter a drifty kind of sensation, normally a good place to be, when he received visions.

Behind his eyes he began to see a swirl of colors, making him a bit dizzy. Just as he thought he could make out a form, a gust of wind blew a spattering of drizzle onto his face. It surprised him; it felt like sharp needles on his warm face. In the second it took for him to feel this, and open his eyes, he glimpsed the form. It was not good; it was barely recognizable as a face…made entirely of red lumpy stuff, and a gaping mouth of sharp teeth. They snapped at him. That was when the cold needlelike drizzle had slapped his face.

He gasped, and reflexively threw his mug of coffee at this image. It spilled and shattered on the porch. Ghost screamed, and Spirit yowled at the sudden noise. Ghost’s eyes were wide, as he darted looks all around. He was breathing fast, as his panic rose.

He could feel himself going into a seizure, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. This was at least familiar, if not enjoyable. In one part of his mind, he knew he’d come out of it ok, but the other part was terrified that he wouldn’t. He tried calling out to Steve, but could only manage a keening moan.

Spirit was scrabbling at the screen door, climbing up, still yowling. Steve heard the commotion, and came as fast as he could, hopping on one leg, to see what was going on. He saw the cat, halfway up the screen, it’s claws dug in, as he pushed open the door. He reached Ghost, and immediately knew he was having what he called ‘one of his spells’.

Ghost was shaking uncontrollably now, and Steve wrapped the blanket tighter, putting his arms around Ghost. He held on, crooning soothing words and sounds, humming a calming tune…anything to help Ghost come out of it. After a few minutes, it was over. The shaking slowed to only a shudder, off and on. Ghost was silent, exhausted, and sweaty.

Ghost put his head in Steve’s lap, while Steve rubbed his temples, and forehead, brushing his hair back. “Ghost, can you hear me? You’re gonna be ok; it’s over. I know it was scary, but you’ve been through this before. It’s ok, now. Ghost?” Steve kept on, until Ghost was responding a bit.

“Steve?” Ghost whispered. “Are you here?”

“Yeah, I’m here…are you feeling better?”

“No…my head hurts, and I can’t hardly see you…and I feel sick.” He began to swallow hard, and Steve had just enough time to turn Ghost’s head to the side, before he threw up, onto the porch. He didn’t know two cups of coffee could produce so much liquid when it came back up. Again and again Ghost heaved, until there was no more left. Then he cried. 

“I’m sorry, Steve, I’m sorry…”

“Ghost, it’s ok, don’t worry about it. Come on, can you walk? I want you to get in bed for awhile, ok?”

Ghost nodded, “Ok, but hold my hand, I can’t see where I’m going, yet.”

They managed to get off the swing, and stumble into the house. The cat had gotten himself down from the screen, and came inside with them. Steve helped Ghost into the bed, pulling the blankets close around him.

“Try to sleep, you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Ghost murmured, already half asleep.

Steve sat and watched him for awhile, making sure he was still breathing, ok. The he went into the kitchen Guess I don’t get pancakes, now, unless I make some, myself… He hated that he’d had that thought. Slamming his fist down on the table, he sank down into a chair, and put his head down onto his arms. Tears of frustration dampened his sleeves. He wanted so bad to fix Ghost, but there was no way. All he could do was be here for him…and that never felt like enough.

This is getting to be too much…already bad things are happening to Ghost… He knew, though, that if he tried to make Ghost call it off, that he’d try even harder to make it happen. He never gave up on anything, once he made up his mind.

Getting up to check on Ghost, again, he saw he was sound asleep, the cat right next to him. “You keep an eye on him, Spirit. Let me know if Ghost needs me, ok?”

He decided to try making pancakes, himself. He knew Ghost would be starving, when he woke up. He stood there in the kitchen, trying to remember what Ghost used to make them. After gathering the ingredients, and a bowl, he stirred up the batter. Hmm…this isn’t so hard… He took one of the finished ones off the skillet, tasting it. “Not bad…” he smiled. He began to get into the cooking process, trying his hand at flipping them in the air. He caught one back in the pan…a few more fell in the floor. “Guess it takes practice,” he said.

He continued, until he had a huge stack ready. He fixed himself a plate of them, drizzled with maple syrup. Looking around the kitchen, he noticed that he’d almost destroyed the place. He sighed, and began the clean-up. As he finished, Spirit came into the kitchen, meowing.

“Hey, kitty, ya hungry?” He gave the cat a dish of cat food, but Spirit went back to the bedroom.

“Oh, is Ghost waking up…you came to get me?” He followed the cat down the hallway to Ghost’s bedroom.

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Next Part Coming Soon!

Thanks for visting! Peace }i{

© 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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SPIDER KING

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SPIDER KING

Little bath-tub  spider, who lives in the drain,

I didn’t want to shower,and send down the rain

On your head, ’cause then you’d be dead.

I saw you peeking out at me,

Every time I come in to…

P -erhaps you’re content to live in the drain;

An easy escape when you’d dive in again.

But little spider, I’ve watched you grow

Up from a tiny spiderling to a right sized King,

As spiders go, and today you were brave…you didn’t hide

You gave me the chance to give you a ride

Out in the warm, spring-time air,

Maybe you’ll be part of a pair

To congregate, to procreate

Some little spiderlings

I think that’s fair

So, now you see the possibilities

Of living outdoors in the grass and the trees

It’s plain to see, a drain is no place

For a Spider King to embrace.

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This is a true story. 🙂

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Thanks for hosting, Grace!

for dVerse Poets – Open-Link-Night # 190 https://dversepoets.com/2017/02/23/openlinknight-190/

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Thanks for visiting! Peace

© 2017 BS

A GOOD MATCH – for Daily Post

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A GOOD MATCH – for Daily Post

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/a-good-match/

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Got this in the mail today. It’s one of those probably scam, or lure you in offers from out of town.

Of course your number will match! hahaha

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

RANDOM POST # 5 – LIGHT IT UP

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RANDOM POST # 5 – LIGHT IT UP

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Sticking with the Random Post’s of some of the many jobs I’ve had over the years, here are two more. These were in the early 70s, in our home town.

First, was at Litton Industries. They made things for the Defense Department, along with other useful items, such as micro-waves, and calculators. My job there was to make wiring harnesses. These would go into airplanes or other government goods. I would get a blueprint/diagram of the harness to be made, choose the right wires, measure, cut, and strip the ends. Then I’d put them together as required in bundles, and in order, to make them fit the printed out diagram. At some point, I’d get to attach the wires to parts of the motherboard, and solder diodes and transistors to the board. It was fun to do all this, and didn’t seem complicated at all. The other workers were mostly women, and we’d sit at a long table while we worked, and we could talk about all kinds of things. The photos are very similar to what we did on this job.

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Next, was Texas Instruments. This is a well-known company for electronics. The area I worked in was called, ‘Light-Up’. We were testing the little pieces of plastic material that goes into calculators. These were the little numbers that show up on the calculator screen when you turn it on. We had to make sure each little piece would actually show up each of the 7 segments of the numbers. We had a simple manual machine that we’d put the number into, pull down the door of the machine, and it would light up the number. If it was good, it went in one pile, if not it went into the bad pile. We were encouraged to do this as fast as we could, and I think I got up to lighting up over a hundred every minute. It was easy and fun to try to beat your score each time. We also got to talk amongst ourselves while we worked, too. Did you know the numbers are all like those in the photo, inside a calculator? Only certain parts are lit up on the screen to form the number you punch in.

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Hope you enjoyed hearing about these jobs. I’ll post more soon, as I’ve had lots more jobs, all different and interesting. 🙂

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 121

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 121

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 121

warning…adult content

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It didn’t matter where or when Steve and Ghost sang their songs to each other, they were filled with emotion. This one was no different, as they alternated singing the verses, and coming in together on the chorus.

Terry was blown away, hearing this one. In all the years he’d been listening to them sing, and having performed with them, jammed with them, been their friend, this one song seemed to make it clear to him. For the first time, he got it. He understood what their songs were all about…how every song written by them, and all the song covers they did…all were a piece of the puzzle…a puzzle he didn’t even know existed, until this moment.

Terry closed his eyes, as the realization hit him. They’d finished singing, and were waiting for him to say something, but he was overcome with the shock of his own reaction. His heart and emotions were touched as never before, and he couldn’t deny them. He, Terry, the laid back stoner dude, who was all about peace and love, had just been given the true meaning of what real love was. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He let his feelings wash over him, and he cried. From under his closed eyelids, the tears fell down his face. He put his head down on the desk, as sobs racked his body.

He realized he had never, and probably would never, have anything near what Steve and Ghost had, together. Through all their bad times, and good…nothing would, or could ever break them apart. He cried for his own loss, of never knowing this for himself.

Steve and Ghost stared at Terry through the glass window. “What’s the matter with Terry?” Ghost asked.

“I don’t know, but…” Steve said, as he hurried out of the booth, to see about him.

Ghost followed, scared that Terry had been electrocuted or something.

“Terry, what is it? Are you ok, do you need a doctor?” Steve asked, putting his arm around Terry’s shaking shoulders.

Ghost knelt on the floor on the other side of Terry, looking up to his face. He took his hand, squeezing it. “Come here, Terry. It’s ok, let us help you.”

This was almost too much for Terry. He tried to get control of himself, then he grabbed Ghost, with one arm around his neck, and Steve with the other arm, and hugged them to himself, kissing both their cheeks.

“I love you guys, so much,” he finally got out. He sniffled and wiped his face. “That song really got to me,” he said. “I never put it together until now. All the songs y’all do…there’s a reason, a pattern, something special y’all are saying to each other, right?”

Ghost and Steve both smiled, as they looked into each other’s eyes, and nodded. “You got it, Terry,” Steve said, still looking only at Ghost.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Terry asked. “Now, I can see the whole picture…like one of those 3-D things…it finally came clear to me. Why? Did y’all always plan it this way?”

Steve was shaking his head. “Terry, we didn’t plan anything; it just happened, and it still does. We can’t explain it. The songs we write, they just come from somewhere…we just write what’s in our hearts. The cover songs, we just play what we like, because they make us feel something inside. That’s all. The only thing planned, is which ones we want to play in our show. It’s different every time.”

Terry took a deep breath, thinking. “Does everyone know this…was I the last one to figure it out?”

Ghost laughed, “Nobody’s ever told us before…just you, Terry. I think Kinsey figured it out, awhile ago, but he never said anything. So, are you happy you know stuff, now? Are you still gonna play on our songs, ’cause we still need you to.”

“I’m glad you know,” Steve said, “but it’s just between us, ok?”

“What about R. J….does he know?” Terry asked.

“Terry, R. J. is off in his own world, when we play. If he knows, he’s never said anything, either,” Steve laughed.

“”What now, Steve?” Ghost asked. “Are we gonna do any more today?”

“I think we’ve all done enough for now. Now that we’ve gotten this going, I would like to come in with everyone, maybe in a day or two. That sound ok, Terry?”

“Yeah, whenever you want to. I’ll get a few things ready, before then,” Terry agreed.

“You gonna be ok, now” Ghost asked.

“I think so, Ghost…more than ok,” Terry smiled, then turned to turn off the equipment.

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They made their way out, and said their good-byes. On the way home, Ghost was quiet. Steve kept looking over at him, waiting for him to say something. It wasn’t like Ghost to keep things in, for very long. But, he just kept looking out the car window at the stars. Steve wished he could read Ghost’s mind, as something was definitely going on in there.

“Ya want to just keep driving around,” Steve finally asked.

Ghost looked over at him, “Yeah, I’m not through thinking, yet.”

Steve sighed, “Ok, will you talk to me about it?”

“Yeah,” Ghost said, but didn’t say anything else.

Steve drove around town, but most everything had closed up for the night. Then he headed out on the highway, for awhile, then back toward town.

“Steve, can we stop somewhere?”

Steve nodded, then pulled over at the next safe place, off the side of the road, cutting off the engine. Ghost got out and stretched, then walked around a bit, looking around at the darkened landscape.

Steve leaned up against the side of the car, letting the heat from the car’s hood warm him. He waited, just watching Ghost. After a few minutes, Ghost came and climbed up on the hood of the car, leaning back against the windshield. Steve wanted to say something, but knew if he did, it would distract Ghost, and he’d have to start over. So, he waited, still.

“You know what?” Ghost asked, then, as he looked up into the night sky. “Terry was so sad.”

“What do you mean? He was in a good mood, when we left.”

“I know, but before that, I heard what he was thinking. He was happy for us, but sad for him, because he doesn’t have somebody to love…and he thinks he never will.” Ghost said. “I wish we could help him, ya know, maybe find somebody, so he’ll be happy.”

“I don’t know about that, Ghost. He’s been a bachelor all these years, and he has fun going out with lots of chicks. Maybe he’ll find the right one some day.”

“Yeah, I hope so, but he never goes anywhere, though. It’s always the same people he hangs out with all the time. Maybe he’d find somebody, if he went places.” Ghost said, sitting up now, and getting excited. “Hey I know…let’s give him a vacation to somewhere. Do ya think he’d like that?”

Steve smiled, at that idea. “Well, maybe you’re on to something, there. I never thought of it before, but, yeah, maybe we could. Let’s think on it some more, ok? We’d have to figure out some stuff, like where or when and how to do it, first.” He was warming to the idea.

“Good, let’s do that,” Ghost said. “I’m ready to go home, now.” He jumped down from the car’s hood. Starting up the car, they headed home, this time with the radio on, so they could sing along.

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Next part coming soon!

Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

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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 – LOOKING DOWN

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Looking Down at Things

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The challenge this time is to find photos of looking down at things. Mine are …

  • Me, looking down at a small piece of paper, getting ready to sign it. It was when we went geocaching here in town, and found one! We were to sign the paper to say we were there. 🙂
  • A kitty on top of the bird feeder post, looking down at a bird, I think. The birds on the fence are looking at him!
  • Looking down at the grave marker of Buddy Holly.
  • Looking down from the airplane at a river in Missouri
  • Looking down under the table at McDonalds

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

 

ONE WORD PHOTO CHALLENGE – ESCAPE

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One Word Photo Challenge: Escape

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This challenge was to interpret the word ‘escape’ however we wanted to. Here’s some ways I found to escape.

  • Take a ride on a hot air balloon
  • Use a key to escape being locked in
  • Take a trip on a Greyhound Bus
  • Burn some incense, put on some soothing music, meditate your cares away
  • Wanna take a ride? Hop on a UFO for a trip that is out of this world! 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS