Monthly Archives: June 2018

Back in Town

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Back in Town

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Well, we are back at home, here in town, after our little vacation. It’s fun to go places, but nice to be back home to our regular day to day stuff. Today is a chill out day, getting unpacked, doing laundry, giving Cricket lots of petting and attention, because she’s glad we’re back.

Spent Saturday, through Wednesday in Kansas City, Missouri, visiting our daughter, son-in-law, and grandson. We were busy doing fun things, and going places the whole time.

Family fun included lots of laughing, hugging, talking, & eating, cooking out steaks, and also playing with and petting Maynard Wayne, their dog, and Floyd, their cat.

We played lots of video games, and several actual board games, including our annual traditional Scrabble board game. I made the huge score of 90, and lost! haha

For sightseeing, we went to the zoo, aquarium, and the National WW1 Museum and Memorial. We also went up to the top of the tower, where we could walk around the top looking at a 360 degree view of Kansas City.

  

Interesting tidbits…We got drenched with buckets of rain as we left the zoo, and were actually pleasantly refreshed after it being so hot and humid. … I saw an opossum in the yard, and watched lots of fireflies (which we don’t have here), so that was all fun. At the aquarium I wasn’t¬†too¬† scared of the fish, except once when I thought the fish were coming out at me, so I screamed a little. We also got to pet some stingrays as they glided by. Amazing creatures!

Anyway, we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, and I’m sure I’ll be posting a few more photos here and there when different challenges come up where I can use them, like lots of different flowers, and animals.

Being that there were lots of weather & maintenance delays at the airports, going there and coming back home, we had to stay over an extra day, which was a bonus. They’d taken us to the airport, then had to come back to get us, after we found out we’d not be able to leave until the next day, or spend overnight in the Houston airport. We went back to the house, of course. Then, when we went back to the airport on Wednesday morning, my grandson told us, good-bye…maybe! haha ūüôā

Hope you liked hearing about my little get-away. Now, back to normal around here.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ‚ėģÔłŹ

© 2018 BS

 

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 14

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 14

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Back at the old ramshackle house on Burnt Church Road, Steve was coming around. It was late afternoon, and the heat of the day had not dissipated. It hung in the stale air of the house. Steve woke in a pool of sweat, and stank of the night before.

“Gotta get coffee, gotta get something for this killer hangover,” he thought to himself. Surely, Ghost had made coffee this morning, and there’d be some left in the pot. He moved gingerly out of bed and across the room, so as not to increase the pounding in his head and behind his eyes.

The house was deathly silent. He wondered why Ghost wasn’t making noise; usually he was so noisy.¬† Making his way to the kitchen, eyes half shut, he reached for the coffeepot. It was empty.

“Dammit, Ghost, you didn’t even leave me a drop.” He started another one brewing, while he fumbled for medicine for his headache. Looking out the window, at the day half gone, he tried to remember what he’d done the night before, and why his muscles were sore. The last thing he remembered was being at Kinsey’s bar and meeting up with old friends.

“Well, guess I had a good time,” he mused, “and evidently I made it home in one piece.”

The coffee being ready, he poured himself a mug of the strong brew and took a gulp.

“Wonder where Ghost is?” he asked himself. “Probably wandering around the woods.” Steve shrugged, then headed for the shower. He glanced at the disarray in the living room. “That’s weird,” he thought. “Ghost usually straightens things up.”

The smell of stale vomit and beer hung in the air. “Guess I puked after I got home. Guess I’ll have to clean up my own shit.”

After showering, he thought he’d go out to the Yew for awhile, just to see what was happening. He searched for his car keys, but couldn’t seem to find them. Then he figured he’d left them in the car. Walking out the front door, he stopped short.

“Where the hell is my car? Damn you, Ghost,” he fumed, “if you took off with my car, you’ll regret it.” He stomped around the yard, then figured he might as well start walking. Ghost probably was in town with his car. He’d catch up with him.

He never did look in Ghost’s bedroom, and never saw the evidence of things gone terribly wrong.

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Getting into town, he was hoping to get a beer at Kinsey’s, and find his car, and give Ghost an earful of scolding; but, the Yew wasn’t open yet, and his car was nowhere in sight.

He went on down to the Whirling Disc, his place of employment. Terry would have a beer, and maybe some pot. That would take the edge off, Steve thought. Maybe he could even tell him what happened to his car and Ghost.

The bell tinkled as he went inside. Terry was behind the register, tending to a customer. It was a slow day, evidently. The town felt abandoned. When the customer left, Terry motioned him over, with a strange look.

“Hey, Terry, what’s up? Where is everyone today?” Steve asked.

“Don’t know, Steve…it’s too hot out, I guess, and Kinsey’s opening up late. He’s out for business until later.”

“Ya got a beer for me…it was a hot walk over here…and have you seen Ghost and my car?”

Steve was surprised when Terry shook his head, no. “Nope, haven’t seen them, and won’t have beer until Kinsey gets back. He’s bringing a load from the city warehouse over in Raleigh. The supply truck broke down and couldn’t deliver today,” Terry explained.

Steve looked put out, and Terry asked if something was going on he wanted to talk about. “I heard through the grapevine that there’s a rumor going around, that something big went down out at your place last night.” He looked suspiciously at Steve.

“Not that I know of, Terry. I went into Raleigh with some guys, and got back really late, I guess. Can’t really say I remember even getting home, but I was there this morning. Ghost wasn’t home by the time I woke up, and he took off with my car.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know, Steve, sounded like something serious to me.”

“Well, spit it out, Terry,” Steve prodded, getting a little testy. “What the hell did you hear?”

Terry looked at Steve hard, and said, “I heard Ghost left town because of you. That’s all. What the hell happened out there?”

“Aww, that’s crazy…gotta be something wrong with people, making up shit like that,” Steve replied, a little indignant, even though in the back of his mind, he did sense a bad vibe about the news he was hearing. And, since he couldn’t remember a thing about the night before, he hoped it was just a rumor.

Just then, they saw Kinsey pull up outside the¬†Sacred¬†Yew. He looked tired, as he started unloading cases of beer. Steve told Terry he’d see him later; he was going over to help¬†out Kinsey.

“Hey, Kinsey,” Steve ambled over. “I’ll grab one of those from ya,” he joked, as he hefted a box from the truck.

“Hey, Steve, you can have one if you plan on helping me carry these in,” Kinsey replied.

“Sure, sure I will,” Steve said. They unloaded several large boxes into the cooler and storage room. Kinsey wiped his forehead and sat down, debating whether to open up the bar or not…didn’t seem worth it, being that is was getting late, and nobody was even in town. It looked like all the club kids had other plans for the night.

So, he and Steve just got to talking. “Hey, have you seen Ghost and my car?” Steve asked

“No, I’ve been out of town all day. What, did you lose both of them at the same time, Steve?”

“Yeah, looks that way,” Steve made a sour face. “Guess Ghost will bring it back when he gets through joyriding.”

They sat there, cooling off in the darkening bar. Then, Kinsey said, “Oh, Steve, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. The other night when y’all were doing your show, well, before that, Ghost went to my office to take a nap, and he got a book off the shelf. I know you know the one I’m talking about? Well, what was up with that? Seemed strange to me,” Kinsey said.

Steve remembered the book. It wasn’t strange to him. He swallowed, and looked¬†down at the table, running his fingers through the wet spots left by the cold beer bottles.

“Aww, Kinsey, I don’t even know where to begin.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ‚ėģÔłŹ

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of ‚Äúfan fiction‚ÄĚ based on the novel, ‚ÄúLost Souls‚ÄĚ 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.

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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.

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 13

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As Ghost got to the middle of town, he saw Kinsey’s bar. It was closed up for the day. He remembered Kinsey saying he was going to be out of town for business. He would have liked to say good-bye to him, too. Then, he was overcome by such sadness, he stopped the car in front of the hardware store across the street from the Yew. The old timers would be gathering soon for their morning coffee and conversation. Reaching into his backpack, Ghost took out a book. It was Kinsey’s college math textbook he’d been studying that day that seemed so long ago. He’d leave the book with the guys here. They’d get it back to Kinsey. They’d always welcomed him to sit a spell, and tell them his stories and dreams. He didn’t want to be known as a book stealer after he left, so he hobbled up the porch steps to lay the book on the porch swing. They’d find it there.

As he bent over to place the book, he was overcome by a wave of dizziness. He sank to the floor of the porch, and managed to ease himself over by the side of the decking, by the thick vines of kudzu that climbed the trellis there. They had choked out most of the rose bushes that had been meant for the spot. Only a few still bloomed, blood red ones, like the blood that still flowed from Ghost’s torn body. He passed out to that heady smell.

It grew lighter as dawn broke. A couple of the old timers drove up to the hardware store. They figured the owner, who lived back behind the store, would have coffee brewing this early, as this was his usual habit. They noticed Steve’s T-bird parked at a weird angle in the street. They shook their heads and wondered to each other what that young’un had been up to, to leave his car there. They walked around back to get their mugs of coffee and visit awhile, then moseyed on out to the front porch of the store, to sit in the chairs in the shade of the overhang and vines. It was already getting hot out this early in the morning.

As they walked up to find a seat, they saw drops and smears of blood on the wooden planks. They looked puzzled, but not too alarmed. Those kids that hung out at Kinsey’s were known to get into a fight occasionally; it was nothing to get excited about. They sipped their drinks, and conversation was beginning, when they heard a low, moaning sound. They looked at each other, again puzzled. Then, they heard it again, along with a scuffling noise. It was coming from the side of the porch. One man got up to see what was there, thinking it might be a cat or something.

“Oh, my God, Ghost!” he exclaimed loudly. The other men jumped up and rushed over.

“Ghost, what’s wrong?” he asked. Ghost was slowly awaking and trying to sit up. Two of the men took him under his arms and helped him. It was then that they noticed that Ghost had been brutally beaten.

“Ghost, what happened?”

“We have to get him to a hospital.”

“Who did this to you?”

They all talked at once. Ghost’s head was still spinning, and he moaned again. They helped him to the front of the porch, and questioned him again. Ghost shook his head to try and clear it.

“Jus’ ‘eve ma lon,” he mumbled through his swollen, bleeding mouth. Blood trickled down his face from the deep gash in his head. Blood had soaked through his clothes, and his hair was matted with blood and debris.

“Ghost, you have to let us help you. Just sit here, and we’ll go find someone to get you to a doctor.”

“NO!” Ghost said, “I’ll be okay, I have to go now,” he slurred.

“Ghost, listen, we can’t make you get help, but what¬†happened?” they asked, concerned.

He was coming more fully alert, now. He tried to get started speaking, but just sighed. After a long moment, he said, “Guys, thanks for helping me, but I’ll be ok. Thanks for being nice to me all these years.” He tried to smile, but it hurt too much. He closed his eyes to collect his thoughts, then pulled over the textbook that had been dropped earlier.

“Can y’all give this to Kinsey for me? I kinda borrowed it, and since I’m leaving…”

“Sure, sure, Ghost, we’ll get it to him for you,” one man said, as he took the book from Ghost’s hand. The book had blood smeared on it. The guy frowned.

“Ghost,” he said gently, as he sat in front of him. “Who did this to you, son? It’s okay to let us know.”

Ghost only shook his head and sighed.

“Ghost,” the man tried again, “we’re just very concerned. Whoever hurt you, we need to know. What they did to you is wrong. Something has to be done about it…Ghost…did Steve do this to you?” he asked slowly.

Ghost sucked in a sharp breath and sobbed. Tears began to fall into his cuts, stinging his face. “He, he…didn’t mean to. He was drunk,” Ghost whispered, as he hung his head and let the tears fall.

“That bastard,” the guy said.

“We’ll kill him, let’s go, guys,” said another.

“NO!” Ghost wailed, now. “Don’t kill Steve! He won’t even remember what happened. Promise you won’t kill him.” He tried to get up to leave, but the guy stopped him.

“Ghost, calm down, we’re not going to kill anyone, but he needs to know what he did to you, and pay dearly for it. He could go to jail for what he did.”

Ghost just sat there and cried.

“Has he done this before?”

Ghost nodded, and whispered, “Sometimes…just when he’s been drinking too much.”

“How can you have stayed with him for so long, then? You can’t justify getting beat up is okay, because he’d been drunk.”

Ghost nodded, swallowing hard, and said simply, “Because, I love him.”

The men were silent for a bit. “What are you going to do, Ghost? You just can’t go back to him…he doesn’t treat you right. Next time it could be much worse, you know.”

Ghost nodded, and told them he was leaving for awhile, that he’d be okay. “I have to go now. I’m gonna¬†go by the graveyard to say bye to my grandmother, first. I’ll leave Steve’s car there. You can tell him it’s there. Do whatever you want about telling him what he did. I don’t know if I’ll ever come back.” He sobbed, again.

The men all wished him well, and watched Ghost hobble to the car and weave his way down the road. They were lost in their thoughts, staring at the blood on the porch steps, that Ghost had left behind.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ‚ėģÔłŹ

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of ‚Äúfan fiction‚ÄĚ based on the novel, ‚ÄúLost Souls‚ÄĚ 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.

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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.

Notice of Blogging Break

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Notice of Blogging Break

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I’ll be taking a short break from blogging, but will be back in a few days.

We’re going to be having some much needed family fun days!

I’m posting a couple of days ahead on my fan fiction story, though, because it’s at a critical point, and for those who are enjoying the story, I don’t want to leave you wondering what is happening there.

Regular postings will continue as usual, probably on Wednesday, and I’ll be catching up on what everyone has been posting!

In the meantime, Cricket and I wish y’all a lovely weekend!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ‚ėģÔłŹ

© 2018 BS

 

 

 

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 12

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 12

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Steve knew he’d hurt Ghost’s feelings when he’d left, earlier that evening, and he knew Ghost would sense what had happened after. He’d just¬†go in and say how sorry he was to have¬†treated him like that. Inside was dim, but he could make out Ghost’s body laying on the couch. He went over to him and sat beside the childlike figure of his friend.

As he watched Ghost breathe, he thought of the hold Ghost had had on him all these years, and what he’d missed out on by sticking by Ghost. This made him a little angry…at himself, for letting Ghost get such a hold on him in the first place…and at Ghost, too…for being the way he was.

He knew he was being irrational, but the liquor had screwed his thinking up. He realized this, in some corner of his mind, but was helpless to stop this line of thought. He roughly shook Ghost awake. He’d show Ghost who ran things around here. From now on it’d be Steve, large and in charge.

“Get up, Ghost,” he said. “We need to talk.”

Ghost moaned, as Steve shook him again. Feelings were warring in Steve’s brain. He was feeling manly and macho, and yet he was feeling love for this Ghost child, only a year younger than he. Grabbing Ghost,¬†he jammed his tongue into Ghost’s mouth. Ghost could hardly move, from Steve laying on top of him. His side hurt from where he’d been kicked, and now he could barely breathe from the weight of Steve on his chest, and his tongue down his throat.

He moaned again, and tried to push Steve off him. Steve had never had Ghost push him away before. He became enraged. He continued to slobber his beer breath into Ghost’s face. The stench of the stale beer, and cigarettes, and the smell of the woman’s flowery perfume, that still clung to Steve,¬†was too much for Ghost to bear. He felt so sick with pain and betrayal, he turned his head as much as he could, and vomited over the edge of the couch. It didn’t all land on the floor. It was in his throat, burning and choking him…and, on Steve.

“You fucking bitch!” Steve yelled. He drew back his vomit covered hand, slamming it into Ghost’s face as hard as he could. The blow was so hard, Ghost heard a loud crack, as his teeth clacked together, breaking one of his front teeth into a sharp point. Blood spurted from his split lip, dripping down his face into the vomit.

Disgusted, Steve yanked Ghost off the couch, dragging him down the hall to the bedroom. He paid no attention to Ghost’s cries and pleadings. Entering the bedroom, Steve threw Ghost onto the bed…the same bed where they’d loved each other many times. Steve scrabbled with¬†their clothes, ignoring Ghost’s frantic efforts to get away from him. Stripped at last, Steve prepared to show Ghost what a real man he was. He pulled Ghost’s legs up, but then, Ghost put his feet onto Steve’s chest and pushed with all the strength he had left in him.

Steve was propelled backwards into the wall, but Ghost had no time to get away. Steve came charging back, and slammed him back into position.

“Don’t you ever do that again, you whore.”

Ghost could feel Steve’s hot breath on his face, and from somewhere deep in his psyche he never knew was in him, he spit into Steve’s eyes, invoking a long dormant curse onto Steve. Steve was maddened even further, and bit into Ghost’s shoulder. Ghost arched his back in pain, then screamed in agony, feeling himself being ripped apart. The more he screamed, the harder Steve pounded into him. At one point, to shut up the screaming in his ear, Steve hit Ghost’s¬†head with his fist over and over, until Ghost was quiet.

“There, that’ll teach you to push me away,” Steve growled. As he continued to rape Ghost, Ghost had the feeling his soul was leaving his body, there on the bed, being abused.¬†He felt himself floating above, looking down at the violence happening to¬†him. He realized this was not love, this was Steve trying to gain control. Ghost cried for his very existence, for why his soul journey had to take this path. He cried for Steve’s soul, too, and prayed for his forgiveness in the next life.

Then, it was over. Steve was finished with him. He pushed Ghost aside, like a piece of trash, and stumbled out of the room. Ghost knew he’d not remember what he’d done.

Ghost felt himself re-enter his bruised and broken body. The¬†pain was incredible…the pain in his heart was unbearable. Steve had held his life in his hands, and crushed his soul almost to oblivion. Ghost knew he would not stay here. He had to leave¬†and never look back. But, he was in such pain, he couldn’t think straight.¬†The room seemed to whirl around from his¬†dizziness, and he hovered on the edge of consciousness. He could feel himself blacking out. He lay there until he came to, again.

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Sometime¬†later,¬†Ghost¬†aroused, and gathered his clothes and backpack, and slipped as silently as he could out the front door…past the warding off star sign he’d painted on the porch so long ago, to keep out evil. He now realized the evil spirits he was trying to keep out, were right in the house with him all this time…laying with him, and deceiving him for all these years. He hung his head and sobbed.

Ghost knew Steve was passed out, and wouldn’t come to, for hours, so he’d taken the car keys that had been thrown on the floor.¬†Easing himself into¬†the car,¬†he slowly drove down the deserted road. He would only take the car as far as the graveyard on the other side of town. If he was leaving, he wanted to say good-bye to his grandmother at her gravestone, before he left for good.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ‚ėģÔłŹ

© 2018 BS

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This is a work of ‚Äúfan fiction‚ÄĚ based on the novel, ‚ÄúLost Souls‚ÄĚ 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.