Monthly Archives: May 2018

Grill – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS

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Grill – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 26/18

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Today’s SOCS has for our prompt the word ‘grill’. Thanks, Linda!

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It’s Memorial Day weekend, and I would imagine lots of people will be cooking on their outdoor grills. That includes us, probably tomorrow.

Why does food cooked on the grill taste so much better? Maybe it’s the smoky flavor from the burning wood or coals, and it smells so good. We’ve never had a gas grill, because I don’t think you cook with real wood or coals on those. I may be wrong.

Anyway, we’ve been cooking/grilling out for as long as I can remember, off and on, and in all types of weather. We even grilled out in Japan, while under a Typhoon warning. It was already raining, but the guys put up a covering over the grill, and we enjoyed the yummy food that was grilled that day.

We have right now a huge smoker/grill made from iron or something, and a fancier one (which we’ve actually never used), and our little Hibachi grill, which we use quite a bit. When I was a kid, my dad made us an outdoor fireplace/grill in the back yard. We loved using that, too.

Here’s a photo of some steaks we grilled out not too long ago.

Hope your weekend includes some great grilled food! 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

 

 

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 3

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 3

Warning…adult content

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warning…adult content

“One day after school,” Steve continued, “a gang of guys trapped Ghost just as he left the building. They dragged him into the woods behind the school. I didn’t see this happen, but followed the sounds I was hearing.”

Steve was breathing heavily now, his heart beating in his chest like it would explode. After a deep shuddery breath, he went on.

“What I saw in those woods will haunt me forever. They had stripped Ghost of his clothes and were holding him down, taking turns torturing him. They punched and kicked and burnt him with lit cigarettes. I hollered at them to stop, and a couple of them grabbed me and called me a fag lover, and if I didn’t keep out of it they’d do the same to me. I tried to fight them off, but just couldn’t, Kinsey, I just couldn’t take on all of them at once.” Steve’s voice was anguished at his helplessness to save Ghost.

Kinsey said slowly, “Did they…?”

Steve shook his head. “They were going to, all of them, but that was for later. They still had more pain to dish out. One guy had a pocket knife. He pulled it out of his dirty pocket and flicked it open. He looked around the circle of guys and they all nodded, like this had been planned all along. As they held Ghost down even tighter, the guy put the knife over Ghost’s right foot and started…oh, God!…oh, God!” Steve whimpered.

“He started sawing off Ghost’s little toe, back and forth, over and over, the sawing, through skin and then bone. I could hear the knife cutting through the bone, Kinsey! I could hear it! Oh, God! I could hear it even over Ghost’s screams. I hear it now, in my nightmares, the screams and the cutting.”

Tears were pouring down Steve’s face now and he sobbed. Kinsey’s eyes were full of tears, too. He even felt faint, so he sat down on the floor behind the bar where they’d been standing.

“Jesus, Steve,” was all he said.

Steve went on. “Finally the toe was off and the guys were going to go to the next part of their plan…taking their turn on Ghost. But, they got scared of someone hearing them. Ghost was still screaming and I was cussing everyone as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear. So the gang decided to shut Ghost up.

They hit him on the head with a baseball bat. I heard it crack down on Ghost’s head. You know, I think it was his skull that cracked, not the bat.” Steve said, as if in a trance now, his voice monotone and calm. Kinsey didn’t know what to think. Steve was reliving it all.

 

“Ghost was knocked out cold. The screaming stopped, the bleeding hadn’t though. They got scared they’d killed him, so they all suddenly took off, leaving me and Ghost there alone. I’m totally freaked out. What could I do to help Ghost? I didn’t really even know him, but I had to do something. I knew I couldn’t drag him all the way down to the school parking lot, so I ran as fast as I could over there and got the T-Bird started on one try, drove it as close as I could over the grass and up to the tree line. I ran up to see if he was still alive. He was, but just barely.

Just barely breathing and still bleeding. I wrapped his foot up as best as I could in my t-shirt and picked Ghost up and carried him to the car. I knew he lived out of town on Burnt Church Road somewhere, so I hauled ass out that way. Ghost was moaning some, and I knew I had to hurry. Maybe his Grandmother would know what to do. Shit, Kinsey, we were just barely into our teens. We weren’t supposed to be having crises like this to figure out.

So I got to the house at the dead end of the road and figured this was it. It looked kinda spooky. I’d heard all the stories about the voo-doo lady that lived there. I start honking the horn, and then scrambled out and lifted Ghost out and ran to the door. She came out and took one look and said softly “Ghost Child, what’s happened?”

I told her of his injuries and she patted me on the arm and said,”Thank you, Steve. Thank you for helping my Ghost Child.” I asked should I go find a doctor, or carry him to Raleigh for the hospital. She just shook her head no…said she’d take care of him. I didn’t know what else to do, but I hung around awhile, just in case. She came out of the bedroom, then and said I could stay if I wanted. So I did for a little bit. Then I just drove around. We never did go back to school. That was it for us. I did wonder how she knew my name, though.” Steve stopped for a minute, thinking.

“I went back up there once in awhile to check on how Ghost was…scared, really to hear that maybe he didn’t make it. But, every time, Miz Deliverance met me at the door and wouldn’t let me in. She said the time wasn’t right, that Ghost would be ok one day. Thanks for checking on him. You know, stuff like that.

Then she said something that at the time seemed ok, but now, looking back on it, was maybe a premonition? She said the time will come one day when the two of us would be like one. Then she closed the door. It freaks me out now…how did she know? How did she know? She’d never laid eyes on me before that day I’d brought Ghost home.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 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 license 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.

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.

 

Friendly Fill-Ins

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Friendly Fill-Ins

https://fourleggedfurballs.blogspot.com/2018/05/friendly-fill-ins_25.html

http://15andmeowing.com/2018/05/friendly-fill-ins-week-106/

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Questions:

1. It is _________.
2. The best part of last week was _________.
3. Every summer, I _________.
4. Once upon a time, _________.
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Answers:
  1. It is 98 F. degrees here right now, and supposed to be 103 F. tomorrow. Summer seems to be here.
  2. The best part of last week was getting my computer working again, getting our washing machine working again, and the most welcome rainfall we had.
  3. Every summer, I’m happy for the hot weather, as I don’t like winter weather. I love seeing the trees and plants get green again.
  4. Once upon a time, is a great way to start a story. Anything can happen when you use your imagination.
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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
© 2018 BS

 

 

Flower of the Day & Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge – Flowers

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Flower of the Day & Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge – Flowers

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Flowers

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

Flower of the Day – May 25, 2018 – Columbine

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Books or Paper

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Cee’s fun Foto Challenge – Books or Paper CFFC

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Books or Paper

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  • Very old hymn book called, “Favorite Songs and Hymns”
  • Sheet music
  • Upside down book in book stand
  • Newspapers
  • Registration papers for our dog
  • 3 Writing prompt books
  • Very old Boy Scout Handbook (belonged to my dad)

    

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Flower of the Day – Happy Little Sunflowers

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Flower of the Day – Happy Little Sunflowers

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These are some little sunflowers I grew in pots one summer. There’s also some kind of grains I grew from birdseed in there, too. 🙂

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

Flower of the Day – May 24, 2018 – Bearded Iris

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 2

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 2

Warning…adult content

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“Kinsey, I love Ghost, you know I do. I’ve loved him since I first met him, in one way or another. But, damn, it’s so frustrating sometimes to get Ghost to focus on anything! You go somewhere, or maybe not even anywhere, just at home, but, it’s worse when we go somewhere. It doesn’t matter where. Everything is a distraction to him. You go to get what you came for and twenty things will catch his eye on the way, and he’ll have to stop and look at it, or touch it, and tell me a story about it, and make up a song on the spot about it. Over and over it happens. I grab his wrist or shove him from behind to get him to move along, but then he gets pouty about it, drags his feet, then a second later something else grabs his attention and I have to do it all over again. He’s like a damned little kid you have to reprimand and then bribe him with something to get him out of there. Meantime, I’ve forgotten whatever it was I was needing to get. I just want to get out of there.” Steve finally took a much needed breath and looked over at Ghost.

Kinsey could feel the emotion coming from Steve in waves. Fierce love and a need to be Ghost’s protector always. He thought that was all Steve had to say, but then he was stunned again by his next revelation.

“You know,” Steve said quietly, “Ghost has ADD don’t you?”

“What?” Kinsey looked at Steve incredulously.

“Yeah, since he was a little kid.” Steve looked down at the floor. “I don’t think he wants people to know about it, but I sometimes just need to vent about stuff, ya know?”

“Damn,” Kinsey said, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah, back in school they evaluated him and contacted his Grandmother about it, but she basically told them to fuck off…that she’d give him some herbs and potions and work her magic and Ghost would be fine. Well, guess it didn’t help him much.”

Kinsey glanced over at Ghost, who was still happily writing on the wall and humming to himself. His mind was reeling with this information. He’d known Miz Deliverance for many years, and had considered her a valued friend. Some folks called her a kook and avoided her, but he’d overlooked her eccentric ways for the most part. She’d never in all those years mentioned a word about her Grandson’s problems.

He tried to remember if he’d ever noticed any behavior in Ghost that was ADD related. He couldn’t pinpoint anything. Ghost seemed like every other active and imaginative kid. He always knew Ghost had a gift of empathy, and could sometimes seem psychic, but he wasn’t even sure he believed any of that. Maybe this explained why Ghost always had a hard time in school, along with being bullied by the other kids. He was thinking of something reassuring to say to Steve, who’d been quiet for a bit, when Steve started talking again in a softer tone than before.

“You know, I think that’s probably when the worst started for Ghost,” Steve went on. “When he first came here, the kids all thought he was kinda weird, because of his name and all. They’d tease him about it. They’d make fun of him, didn’t want to include him in any of their groups. When he started bragging about how his Grandmother was gonna cure him with her mountain medicine, it got worse…so much worse.”

Steve put a hand over his eyes at the remembrance of it. “I’m ashamed to admit this, but I went along with the teasing, too…for a while. I wanted to be liked by the kids. Peer pressure I guess you’d call it now. But, back then all I knew was you stay within your group or be outcast. I was already on thin ice as it was, what with my situation at home. Well, you know about all that, anyway.”

Kinsey nodded. He knew of Steve’s family and how they were, He knew Steve must have tried very hard to fit in, and didn’t want to do anything to upset the way things were for him, tenuous as it was.

Steve went on, a faraway look in his eyes as he recounted his and Ghost’s early years. “The kids all now had even more reason to come after Ghost. Not only with their hateful, hurtful words, but real, painful ammunition. They’d throw stuff at him, like pine cones at first, and rocks, and sometimes garbage. Called him names…white trash, liar, spook…” Steve swallowed hard and was silent for a minute.

Kinsey just waited. He didn’t know if Steve would continue. In a way he hoped this was all to the story. Then Steve squinched his dark eyes closed for a long moment. Kinsey was transfixed looking at Steve’s face. Rough, tough, Steve Finn was on the verge of crying. His bottom lip quivered and his voice shook as he began talking again.

“Steve,” Kinsey said, stopping him. He touched Steve’s shoulder. “Man, you don’t have to go on. I think I understand.”

Steve made a keening sound in his throat and shook his head, trying to get control of his emotions. “I have to, Kinsey, I have to. I have to tell somebody. It’s been eating me alive all these years, all these memories.” He brushed a tear off his cheek and continued. Kinsey was feeling afraid of what else he would hear…then he was horrified.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 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 license 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.

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.

 

Moony – One Liner Wednesday

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One Liner Wednesday

One-Liner Wednesday – It’s a Con-undrum

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Weather forecast for tonight: dark. - George Carlin

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I like this because it’s so obvious it’s funny.

George Carlin always was a favorite of mine, because he had a unique way of seeing things and making a statement about it.

Of course I like anything to do with the weather, too. It reminds me of this one local weather guy, who was always saying something funny. You know how in the weather forecasts they say it will be partly sunny, or partly cloudy…well, this guy had a one liner that struck me funny, too. He said about the night time:

“It will be partly moony tonight.” 🙂

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We have a brand new One Liner Badge! Thanks to Cheryl, at “Dreaming Reality” for this cute little monkey! Cheryl can be found blogging at:

https://dreamingreality646941880.wordpress.com/

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS