Monthly Archives: November 2017

Looking Back – NanoPoblano – Day 30


Looking Back – NanoPoblano – Day 30



Today’s post for NanoPoblano # 30 is the last one of the challenge. I’ve had lots of fun coming up with something to write about and post on here. Some days were easier than others, but I’m happy to say I did finish. Congratulations to everyone who participated!

I’ve had the chance to read lots of your posts this month, and the only regret is not having had the time to read more.

A big thank you to everyone who took time to visit here, to comment, to follow, and for all the ‘likes’! Each one of you are appreciated so much. Thank you to the NanoPoblano hosts, and to  Ra at Rarasaur for hosting the NanoPoblano team Peppers.

I hope everyone has gotten a bit of entertainment from reading what I posted this month. I know it was a pretty random mix of topics, from short fiction, poems, funny questions, and many more subjects, along with my thoughts.

If I take on this  challenge again next year, I think I’ll try to have a certain theme to my posts. I did that last time, and it seemed easier to know what I can post about, rather than just scrambling to come up with something day to day.

So, I’ll leave you today, with a high-five, and job well done, for everyone! Happy Writing!


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© 2017 BS

Invasion # 2 – Jiminy Crickets!


Invasion # 2 – Jiminy Crickets!


I think it was about 1985 when we moved down south to Beeville, Tx. Not long after, the city and surrounding area was invaded by crickets. I’ve since read that this happens quite often in the early fall days. It was a first for me, though.

There were millions of those crickets, it seemed. You couldn’t go anywhere without seeing them. There were live ones flying and crawling around, and lots of dead ones, too. I don’t know how long they live, but the dead ones would pile up in drifts in the corners of buildings. Shop owners would sweep them into heaps on the sidewalks, and put signs up saying sorry for the crickets. Inside the stores all over town there were these live ones getting onto everything. It was impossible to keep them out. They’d be on the grocery shelves, on the clothes in department and thrift stores alike.

I don’t really mind a few crickets, and I like to hear them chirping. I’ve heard you can predict the weather by how close together the chirps are. I’ve heard also, that they are good luck, so I don’t smash any of them. If possible, I’ll scoop it up to be put outside again.

This invasion lasted awhile, maybe a week or more, and then it was all over. No more crickets…until the next year’s invasion.


Here’s a cricket that was in our house recently. Just the one, thank goodness. 🙂

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© 2017 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 240


Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 240

Warning…adult content



# 240

warning…adult content


Steve knocked on the door to Linda’s motel room. She let them in, and he helped her get the kids ready to leave.

“Ok, who wants pancakes?” Steve asked.

“We do, we do,” Stevie and Mandy hollered, as they jumped up and down.

Linda grabbed her purse, and they all walked over to the little diner. The place was filling up with hungry customers, already. Ghost was telling the kids about the banana pancakes that he makes at home, while Linda and Steve discussed the travel plans for the day. When their breakfast orders came, they dug in. Afterwards, they collected their things from their rooms, and were soon back on the highway.

They stopped at a gas station on the way out of town. Steve checked the U-Haul, and Linda’s van for everything he could…oil, water, gas, and tires, then went in to pay.

“Where ya headed?” the clerk asked.

“Just trying to get across Arizona for today,” Steve said.

“Well, ya better take along some jugs of water then, and some food…just in case,” the man advised. “There isn’t much between here and Flagstaff…just desert, and it gets hot.”

“Oh, yeah, ok, I’ll get those then,” Steve said. He came out of the little gas/convenience store loaded down. He put some of the supplies in each of their cars.

“Ok, guess we’re ready,” he said.

“Lead the way,” Linda said. She’d settled the kids in the back seat, with their DVD player going, so they were entertained for awhile.

Steve got back into the U-Haul, and drove on down the road. Soon they were cruising at a good pace.

“There’s nothing out here,” Ghost said, as he stared out the window. “It’s weird.”

“Well, it’s a desert…you know…cactus and sand,” Steve said, but he thought it was weird, too. “Nothing like home, huh?”

“We were gonna come here, before,” Ghost said. “There’s ghost towns, and UFOs out here. I can tell we’re close to some.”

“So, you want to stop and look around?” Steve asked.

“Can we? Can we find a ghost town?” Ghost asked, looking excited now.

“Well, that sign back there said there’s one not too far out of our way. I could use some leg stretching time,” Steve said. “It’s a tourist place now, though, and surely they have a bathroom. Call Linda, tell her we’re stopping there.”

Ghost did, and when they got to the right turn-off road, Steve took it, driving them on up to what seemed a modern looking building. They all got out, and went inside, where it was nice and cool. It was a visitor’s center, with a gift shop. They found the bathrooms, then asked the clerk about looking around the abandoned town. He gave them a pamphlet that included a map of the ghost town.

They were able to wander around, looking at everything, and taking some pictures.  “Is this a real town?” Ghost asked.

Steve looked at the map they’d gotten. “It says here it was, way back when. These stores and houses were restored to what they were like, and some of the original furniture and stuff are what really was here.”

They kept looking, peeking into the windows of the buildings in the little ghost town. The kids were having fun, running around. The farther they all got, away from the visitor’s center, the more Ghost slowed down.

Steve was looking in the storefronts, reading the descriptions on the info sheet. He was imagining what it would have been like to have lived here. “Hey, Ghost, look at this one,” he kept saying. He and Linda were chattering about it all, enjoying it. Ghost didn’t seem interested.

“You gonna look at any of this, or just stand there in the street?” Steve asked. “It was your idea to come here, and I know you like history shit.”

Ghost shrugged. “This isn’t real. It’s too neat and museum-y,” he said.

“So…it’s still how it looked back then. You know…then everybody just left, and it got abandoned,” Steve said.

“I don’t feel anything,” Ghost said. “No spirits are here…it’s not even where the real town used to be. They fixed it over here, closer to the road.” He held out his arm, like a pointer, then closed his eyes, and slowly turned in a circle. When he stopped, he said, “The town was over there, past that…that cactus. It’s down below there…there’s a drop-off.” He paused a second, listening. “Guess that’s why they moved it. I’m going over there,” he said, and started walking that way.

“Wait, wait…you can’t just go walking out into the desert,” Steve said. “How far is it, anyway? I don’t see anything out there.”

But, Ghost didn’t answer, he just kept walking away from the little town. Steve looked back at Linda and the kids. They were still looking at the buildings, and weren’t looking his way. He looked back at Ghost, who was getting farther away. He was afraid he’d lose him, if he didn’t follow. Linda would be fine, even if she realized he and Ghost were gone. So, he ran to catch up with Ghost.

Panting in the heat, as he came up beside Ghost, he grabbed Ghost’s arm. “Stop…there’s nothing out here to see…and you’re gonna get heat stroke…you’re all red. We’re going back, come on,” Steve urged.

Ghost stopped, just looking out across the barren scrub land. He had a far-away look in his eyes. “They’re out there,” he said, pointing. “Not much farther, Steve. I have to go see.”

Steve scanned the area in front of them. Sighing and shaking his head, he said, “Ok, but five minutes…that’s all…then when I say, we go back…deal?”

Ghost nodded, and started walking again. Steve glanced back from where they’d come. The little town’s buildings looked tiny now, they were so far away. Ghost was walking faster now, and then suddenly he stopped. Steve almost ran into him.

“Look, there it is, Steve.”

Steve was amazed. Just a few feet from where Ghost had stopped, the flat ground dropped sharply, with no warning, into a sort of gorge, or valley…a canyon, maybe, he thought. It was not terribly long or wide, but still, about two hundred yards down a rocky cliff. At the bottom was what looked like a dried up river bed, and clustered up and down it’s banks was the little town…laid out exactly as the one behind them. Except this one was the real thing.

Dilapidated, weathered, wooden structures, an old rotted wagon, and rusted plows were scattered around the area. There was the remnants of a long ago garden off to one side, that had lived and died, along with the former residents. It was stark and beautiful at the same time.

They stared in silence for a few minutes. “They’re still there…the spirits of the dead. Not everybody just up and left. There’s a graveyard, too.” He closed his eyes to concentrate. “There’s the bones of a couple of others that never got buried. They’re in the root cellar…the last hold-outs.” Ghost sighed, looking sad now.

“Wouldn’t they have gotten them out when they re-did the place back there?” Steve asked.

Ghost shook his head. “No one knows about ’em…just us, ’cause the cellar got hidden when the house fell down, a long time ago, after they died…so it’s kinda like their grave, anyway. But, I can find it…I hear them calling and calling for help…still…”

Steve shivered, despite the heat of the afternoon. “This is creeping me out…I gotta get outta here. Let’s go. We can’t help them, Ghost…let them alone…rest in peace, spirits,” he said, out into the wind.

“I think they understand,” Ghost said. “I told them how sorry I was that I couldn’t really help them. They said they were happy to have someone finally hear their cries.” He wiped a few tears from his own eyes.

“Aww, that’s nice, Ghost. At least you gave them that,” Steve said. “C’mon…let’s go back.”

They began the long walk back to the visitor center.


Next part coming soon!


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© 2017 BS


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, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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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.

Invasion # 1 -NanoPoblano – Day 29


Invasion # 1 – NanoPoblano – Day 29


Have you ever been in the middle of an invasion? In this case a better word might be a swarm.

This is what happened…

It was so weird. One afternoon a friend from elementary school, and I, were playing outside in the front yard. She lived a couple of houses down from us, and we were always outside finding things to do. We heard the music of the ice cream truck that came by every afternoon. It was a new kind of truck, in that they offered soft serve ice cream cones, along with the usual frozen Popsicles.

We each bought an ice cream cone, and were walking back to my front yard, when all of a sudden a swarm of moths came flying by. They were some sort of moths, but we just called them candle bugs, or millers. It seemed there were millions of them. They were landing in our hair, on us, and even got stuck in our ice cream.

We were screaming as we ran for the house. My mom was busy closing all the windows, but it didn’t do much good, as those moths got inside anyway. They were around the area for days, and mom would keep sweeping them up from the porch, from the bath tub, and the sink in the kitchen. She’d even use the vacuum to suck them up, but they’d crawl back out of the vacuum hose, unless it was stopped up with a rag.

Finally, it was over, and there were no more invading moths. I’ll never forget it, though.

Coming up, I’ll tell about two other invasion/swarms I’ve been witness to. 🙂

This is a moth, but the ones that swarmed us that day were just dark gray.



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© 2017 BS


It’s Gonna Be Hot – One Liner Wednesday


It’s Gonna Be Hot – One Liner Wednesday

One-Liner Wednesday – Heretofore

 It will be 362 degrees on Thursday


So, I was watching the TV weather forecast the other day, and the chart showing temperatures for this week was very surprising! It showed Thursday’s as being 362 degrees! The weather person came back on to say it was a mistake. hahaha


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© 2017 BS

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Letter O


Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Letter O

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Letter O – Needs to have the letter O anywhere in the word


Today we have a variety of things that have the letter O somewhere in the word.

  • Coloring Books
  • Cookies
  • Coors light with moth in bottom right corner
  • 4 OOPS photos (I have no idea what or why!)



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© 2017 BS

I Found It Again! – NanoPoblano – Day 28


I Found It Again! – NanoPoblano – Day 28



I was looking back at when I first started this blog. These two posts were the first ones. It’s been almost 4 years now, and in some ways I think I’ve learned a lot, and in others not so much. I still have no idea about those pesky widgets!




Well, well…I found my WordPress blog again! Not sure how that happened, but here I am! Now what? I need to look around the dashboard thing, I suppose. I’ll play around with it, see if I can get an understanding of what is what on here.

Haha it has been so long since I did anything on here, I had to find what little notebook I’d written some instructions down in. And believe me, I have soooo many little notebooks! You should see me frantically flipping those pages, scanning all the notes I write, to find the page I want. As the old joke goes, it is always in the last place you look!;-)

I need to figure out what is a widget…is that what they are called? Or catagory…or how to put a picture on here…well, lots of stuff. I’m not even sure what kind of blog this will be…I had something in mind a long time ago, but have done that on my other blog over on Blogspot…which you can find at …so at this point, I will just write whatever comes to mind on this one.

So, if anyone is reading this, bear with me …it is definitely a learning process.

Until later….Peace and Love!




I am trying to figure out this WordPress blog…I tried to set it up a long time ago, but abandoned it because I couldn’t figure it out. Now, I may be ready to try again. We’ll see what happens!

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© 2017 BS