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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 45


Two Souls: Into the Fire # 45

Warning…adult content



warning…adult content


After Steve had left for work that morning, Ghost figured he’d better look in the back room. His and Steve’s bedrooms for sure didn’t have any hiding places, so that was all that was left to search. He planned on being focused, and go shelf by shelf. He slowly opened the door and stepped in. He took in the aroma of dust, herbs, and the spicy smell of sage and cinnamon. It felt familiar to him. It had always been this way in this room.

“So far, so good,” he thought. “I’m not gonna think about spiders and scary voices,” he told himself.

He looked down at the floor, with it’s faded and stained linoleum. It was curled up in the corners, and there were a few deep gashes, here and there. Boxes of junk were scattered around. He’d have to go through all that, but first, the actual floor. He pulled on the linoleum in one corner to see if it would come up. It did, pretty easy, so he pulled some more. It wasn’t glued down. Underneath, it revealed plain, hardwood planks.

Remembering there was a crawlspace below the floor, where the plumbing was hidden, he guessed there was an opening somewhere. He’d have to wait for Steve, though, to help pull up the vinyl. Moving on to the boxes, he gave the nearest one a kick, just in case anything scuttled out, but only a swirl of dust puffed out, making him sneeze.

Opening the cardboard flaps on top, he began to go through the items inside. It was just household goods that his grandmother had stored there, long ago. There were mismatched dishes, blankets, books, and knick-knacks. In another box, he found some of his old clothes and toys. Looking at these got him to remembering. He’d have to show Steve…see if he remembered them, too.

“Well, so much for that,” he said. “No journal here.” He sighed, “There’s too much stuff.”

Deciding it was time for a short break, he went out to the kitchen, where he scrounged around for a snack. So far, he’d not seen any spiders, or heard any voices. A few minutes later, he was back in the room, looking again for hiding places. As he stepped into the room, though, something didn’t look right…what was different? The boxes he’d gone through were moved around from where he’d pushed them. At least that’s what it looked like. But, maybe he’d forgotten exactly where he’d put them. He shrugged, “Whatever…” he thought.

Going to the nearest shelf to his right, he began moving tiny cardboard boxes, and little vials containing strange contents. . The dust that was being stirred up, made him sneeze again. At the very back of the shelf, was just the wall of the room. Not seeing anything strange about that, he knocked on the wood, thinking there might be a secret panel or loose board. Not finding anything out of the ordinary, he went on to the next shelf.

There, he found more of the same…antique inventory from long gone doctors, medicine peddlers, and herbalists, filled almost every inch of the shelf. Books with recipes for curing things, and lists of what combinations of herbs treated what ailments, were jam packed in between dusty jars of spices and strange looking liquids.

His grandmother had usually let him watch her mix them up in little mortar and pestle pots, and label them for her customers. But, sometimes she’d chase him out, saying the next one wasn’t for children’s eyes to see. Anyway, he didn’t know how to mix any of that stuff. He’d just taken whatever she’d given him, whenever he was ill. It always worked fine.

Behind this shelf, more of the wall, but the boards looked a little different…a little bit of a gap between a couple of the boards of the wall. This house was so old, though. It was built long before people used much sheetrock or insulation…just boards nailed up between rooms. More like a tiny cabin, he guessed. So, the boards were probably warped some, but he knocked on it anyway.

What was on the other side of this wall…the bathroom? He thought it might be where the medicine cabinet was hanging over the sink. When he tapped on the boards, it did make a hollow sound, but nothing moved or opened. Still, it was odd. He went out of the room, and into the hall by the bathroom, looking to see if the walls matched up. They didn’t…not quite.

Going into the bathroom, he opened the medicine cabinet. Just a normal thing to do, he felt. “I wonder what would happen if I took this thing down? It’s just screwed into the wall, like four places are holding it up,” he mused. He’d need a screwdriver, but couldn’t remember seeing one anywhere, so he jiggled the cabinet a little. The screws were looser than he thought, and the whole thing came crashing down into the sink and floor, breaking the mirror, and making a terrible, loud noise.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Ghost cursed, as he jumped back. “Now what?” He looked at the now empty spot on the wall, and the mess on the floor. Looking closer at the blank spot where the cabinet had been, he at first though it was just plain boards. But, very faintly, he saw words written there. Leaning closer, he could just make out his grandmother’s handwriting. It was in sky blue marker ink. The words read, “Look between these walls, Ghost Child.”

“Oh, my God!” Ghost wailed. “It’s really real, I think it’s here!”

He panicked, and ran out of the room. As he paced around the house, he kept saying, “What should I do, what should I do? I’m scared to look. I have to look. I have to get Steve.” A thousand other thoughts ran through his mind. “Maybe I should pretend I never saw this. Oh, crap, the medicine cabinet is broke…I can’t even hide the words, now. Calm down,” he kept telling himself, even as he worked himself up even more.

Finally, he just completely left the house, and started walking all the way into town. He’d go get Steve. He’d know what to do. He didn’t even notice, or care, that he’d left the house in such a hurry, that he had on his raggedy sweatpants, and the old T-shirt he’d cut the sleeves out of, that had the iron on peace sign that was flaking off. He’d not even bothered to put shoes on. Later, he would not even remember how he’d gotten to the Whirling Disc so fast. His mind was in turmoil, and it felt like he just appeared at the door.

He came busting in with such force, that the bell hanging on the door rattled loudly. Steve and Terry were behind the counter. They both jumped at the sudden noise. Steve’s first thought was that a scarecrow had come to life, seeing as how Ghost’s pale hair was sticking out wildly, all over his head, having not been brushed since he’d gotten up that morning. The raggedy clothes he had on, were now covered in dust and sweat. Ghost was panting and red faced from running, trying to catch his breath, and talk at the same time.

Terry’s first thought was that he was being robbed. He quickly pulled out the pistol he kept hidden under the counter, and fired a shot into the ceiling, as a warning.

“What the hell!” Steve yelled at Terry. “It’s Ghost! Don’t shoot him!”

Ghost was still standing there, taking big gulps of air.

“Ghost?” Terry asked. He’d not seen Ghost since he’d been back in town. He still looked like a crazy person to him.

“Hey, Terry, I’m not gonna rob you today,” Ghost panted, having heard Terry’s first thought.

“Sorry, Dude,” said Terry.

Steve had ran over to Ghost. “What the hell is the matter? Why are you all crazy, why are you all the way out here? Did something happen?”

“Steve, you have to come home! I found it! I found it! And, I’m scared to look. Come, now!” Ghost pulled at Steve’s arm.

“You found it? Where? Calm down…I can’t understand what you’re saying.”

Ghost was still worked up, and going on and on with details, and talking fast.

“I can’t go right now. I’m still at work,” Steve said.

Terry had been watching the two of them this whole time. It was so fascinating to see how they communicated…on the same wavelength or something. He didn’t have any idea what they were talking about, but he knew Ghost wanted Steve to come see something at their house, right now.

“Steve, go on…we don’t have any customers. It’s almost time for you to be off, anyway.”

“Thanks, Terry,” Steve hollered, as he and Ghost left out the door.

Terry watched, as they headed down the road.”That was just so weird,” he thought. Since he needed a break, he put the closed sign on the door, and went to see Kinsey. He’d want to know about this new drama in Missing Mile.


Next part coming soon!


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 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 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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.


RDP – Ragtag Daily Prompt – Teleport


RDP – Ragtag Daily Prompt – Teleport



Today’s prompt word is, ‘Teleport’, and is one of my favorite words and subjects, as you can see by the name of my blog.

Here’s a post I wrote in 2016 about the book, “The Time Machine”, by H. G. Wells. Some of you may have seen this before, but a lot of you haven’t, so this is a good time to show it again, and mention how my blog got it’s name.


“The Time Machine”, by H. G. Wells. It was first written and published in 1895.

I’m pretty sure I got this book from the local library book sale. I get most of my used books there, as they have really good prices for them…50 cents for paperbacks, and $1.00 for hardback.

I actually had never read this book before. I’d seen the movies made from it, and both of the ones I saw were good. I preferred the one made in 1960 best. It starred Rod Taylor, Alan Young, and Yvette Mimieux.

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The subject of the book is of course a time machine. A scientist had invented a machine that would be able to transport a person to a different time in history, either past or future. He gave a presentation to his fellow colleagues, but they were skeptical of the whole thing. After the meeting, the Time Traveler, as the main character was called in the book, tried out his machine.

As the time for their next meeting commenced, everyone showed up except for the host. Then, just before everyone was getting ready to leave, he shows up, all bedraggled. He told them he’d time traveled to the future, and he’d tell them all about it.

This is the main part of the book, his telling of his adventures in the future time. He was in the same location as they were in now, just way into the future. He’d met a strange group of people, called Eloi, and their enemies, called the Morlocks. At one point, he even loses his time machine, and has to find it before he can return to the present time.

He is befriended by a sweet girl Eloi, named Weena, who shows him around, and he wants to bring her back with him. It’s all very interesting how he deals with the world of the future, that is so different.

I would recommend reading this book.


That brings me to the name of my blog…’teleportingweena’. 🙂 I chose it because I love the story of the Time Machine, and the girl, Weena. It is about time travel, and you never know exactly where you’ll land, or what you’ll see. Just like the vision I had when I started this blog. Also, our tabby cat was named Rowena, and we called her Weena. I’m convinced she could teleport herself to other dimensions. Sound kind of wacky, I know, but cats are mysterious, so you never quite know for sure. And now, Weena has been teleported across the Rainbow Bridge, and we miss her.

This is 'Weena' ...she teleports herself!



I did read the definitions of ‘time travel’ and ‘teleportation’. Here’s what I understood from that: Time Travel (a time machine) will send you through time…past or future. Teleportation (no machine), moves you to a different location in the present time.

Have you ever been teleported somewhere? I think I have. 🙂


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Turquoise


Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – TurquoiseCFFC

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Teal, Aqua, Seafoam or Turquoise





This next series of challenges from Cee, is all about different colors we see in our world. Thanks, Cee!

First up are the colors called ‘teal, aqua, seafoam, or turquoise.

Cee’s photo








Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 44


Two Souls: Into the Fire # 44

Warning…adult content



warning…adult content


After looking through all the kitchen cabinets and some more in the living room, they just stared at the mess, not knowing where else to look. Steve sat on the couch, and Ghost tried to think some more, but it wasn’t happening.

“What is it, Ghost?” Steve asked, concerned. Ghost was standing in the center of the room, his eyes closed, as tears began falling silently. He rubbed his hand over his left eye, massaging it some, a frown on his face.

“I’m just tired, Steve…and kinda feeling sad. I’m tired of thinking, I’m tired of looking for something I don’t want to find. My head hurts, and my eye hurts, and I miss my grandmother.” He was sobbing now.

“Come here,” Steve said, a catch in his own throat, to see his best friend in pain.

Ghost slowly came over to the couch, looking about ready to collapse. He sat by Steve, who gently pulled him over, so that Ghost’s fragile head was on his lap. Tenderly smoothing Ghost’s soft hair back from his forehead, he began rubbing his head for him. Ghost closed his damp eyes, the left one twitching, and tried to relax.

“I just want to have everything be normal again, Steve, and just play music and sing…that’s all,” Ghost whispered. “Just you and our music.” He took a deep shuddery breath, and more tears fell.

“I know, babe, I know. So do I…and we’re getting there. I know we are.” Steve said.

“Did I tell you about the voices?” Ghost asked.

“No, what are you talking about? Was this part of the dream you had?”

“Well, I had it again, that was in the dream, but I heard them for real once, a long time ago. Right before I left, or maybe the day I got back, or maybe both times. I can’t remember, now.”

“What did the voices say?”

Ghost shivered and said, “It was so weird. A weird spooky voice, like an echo, or in a cave, or well, I don’t know…anyway, it was scary.”

Steve waited, knowing Ghost would continue when he was ready.

“Steve, it said, ‘You’re not supposed to be here!’,” he said in a spooky sounding voice, trying to imitate what he’d heard. “What does it mean?”

Steve got chills when Ghost had said that. He was getting freaked out. “I don’t know. Was that all it said?”

“Yeah, but it was the same every time!” Ghost pulled his hair over his face, and rubbed his forehead hard. Steve had lapsed in the rubbing.

“Damn, my head hurts!” Ghost cried out.

“You want some Tylenol or something?” Steve asked.

“No, just…can you find me some willow bark extract in the back room? It’s labeled in a little blue bottle.”

“Ok, I’ll try to find it,” Steve said. He really didn’t want to go back in there, but went anyway. The house had been silent, no music playing, no tv on, so when Steve opened the back room door, he paused a second, at the doorway.

The moonlight shone in the cobwebby window, making eerie shadows in the room. The light bulb had burned out long ago, and had never been replaced. All he had was a flashlight. It didn’t help much, though, as the batteries were low.

He tiptoed in, looking at the shelves. Finally finding the blue bottle, he made his way back to the doorway, stumbling on a few old boxes that he swore weren’t there two seconds ago. As he reached the door, he thought he heard breathing, then a voice that said, ‘come back’. Steve slammed the door and ran back down the hall. Heart pounding, breathing hard, he fell onto the couch with Ghost, again.

“Here’s the stuff. Don’t ask me to ever go in there again. I think I heard your eerie voice just now.”

Ghost sat up, took the bottle and drank the contents. Steve watched him do it.

“Ewww, how can you take all these home remedies and potions?” he asked. He’d rather go to the store and buy a bottle of pills.

After swallowing the liquid, Ghost asked, “What did the voice say?”

“It said, ‘come back’, Steve shuddered.

“See, I told you…scary,” Ghost said.

Steve nodded, and would later not admit to being so scared, he had his feet up on the couch, like the boogey man might reach out from under the couch and grab him.

“Well, what now?” Steve asked. “You’re the one who knows about this kinda shit. What do we do now?”

“Calm down, Steve, it’s just a voice. Scary, but just a voice. It can’t really hurt you. I hear them all the time, every day, all my life, and I’m still here. This one was scary because of what it said to me.”

Steve was dumbfounded. He knew Ghost had always spoke to and listened to spook voices, but he’d never heard one before, didn’t even believe in such things, really. But, if this is what Ghost had to put up with all the time, all the millions of voices and thoughts of others, bombarding his brain all the time, how could Ghost not be a little crazed and distracted a lot.

“Yeah, Ghost, but that’s the first time I ever heard one…and, I didn’t like it. Maybe it’s really serious, about us finding that journal. It probably explains lots of stuff. How can you do it? How can you hear all those voices all the time?”

“I’m used to it I guess. It’s just normal. I can block most of it out, so it’s not so bad. And, I like to hear what they say.”

“How’s your headache?” Steve asked.

“It still hurts. I need to sleep, so I’m going to bed, now,” Ghost said, heading off down the hall.

“You’re just gonna leave me here with spook voices?” Steve hollered after him.

“Yeah, unless you wanna come in here with me tonight,” Ghost grinned at Steve, as Steve ran to catch up with him.

They went into the bedroom, Steve slamming the door fast.

“What’s the matter, Steve? The voices come in here with me, too. I can’t get away from them, and now, neither can you.”

Steve pushed Ghost out of the way, as he leaped onto the bed. “Don’t you ever tell anyone that I was scared, Ghost. Don’t you dare!”

Ghost just smiled. That night, they both thrashed around with bad dreams. The next morning, as sunlight streamed through the window, things did look brighter than in the dark of night. Steve had to go back to work. Ghost looked toward another long, boring day ahead of him.


Next part coming soon!


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 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 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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.


RDP – Ragtag Daily Prompt – Fair


RDP – Ragtag Daily Prompt – Fair


We have a fair that comes to town every year at the end of September. It has all the usual fun things to do and see as most any fair, such as amusement rides of all kinds, carnival games, side shows, and good food to eat. There are also lots of stalls with interesting things to buy.

When I was in elementary school, we’d get free tickets to go to the fair. Here’s one of mine.

There are also livestock and flower, and farmer’s harvest exhibits to see. There are separate buildings for these, and also a merchant’s building. In there you can see all kinds of vendors selling their newest products. Another building is for crafts that people have made, like art, cakes,and canning foods. Antiques & relics displays are one of my favorite to look at. I’ve even entered some of mine, and won a few ribbons. Plus they pay you if you win a ribbon. It’s just a small amount, but fun to get.

One time I had a job making muzzles for sheep. The lady who showed her sheep in the fair used the ones I made.

There is also a building for music concerts. There are usually several well known entertainers who perform on successive nights at the fair. I’ve seen Charlie Pride a few times, and also Dwight Yoakum there.

On the off season, at the fair grounds, they would turn one of the buildings into a skating rink. It was called Fairpark Skating Rink. I’d go there every Friday night with my friends, to have fun skating, and listening to music. This is one place that Buddy Holly played his music, in the very early days.

We haven’t gone to the fair in a few years, though. Still, at this time of year it just seems like fair weather, when the days are hot, but you can tell there is a change coming toward Autumn, and it’s my favorite time of the year.


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS


Flower of the Day – Bear Grass with Pink


Flower of the Day – Bear Grass with Pink


These Bear Grass Yucca and pink flowers were outside of a restaurant that I was at yesterday.


For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

Flower of the Day – August 29, 2018 – Dahlia


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS


21 Questions & Answers


21 Questions & Answers


Here are some interesting questions posed by Brian, at … Bonnywood Manor

Go check out his blog…it’s fun!


There are a bunch of Q & A, but it was fun to do.

Anyone else want to give your answers, I’m sure it will be fine. (it’d be nice if you ping back to Brian’s blog, too)



1. Do you happily eat the licorice jellybeans, or do you hurl them aside in wretched disgust?

I eat them, but they are not my favorite. Green ones are the best I think.

2. If you had to choose a vegetable for the title of your autobiography, which one would it be?

Mixed vegetables, like the frozen ones. Same as this blog, a little bit of this and that, and it takes me awhile to warm up to people, but when I’m thawed out, well…you see how silly I can be.

3. Whilst reading the last few pages of an engrossing novel where you still don’t know the answer to “the big question”, are you able to calmly do so, or do you have to fight to keep your eyes from flitting to the final paragraph prematurely?

I try not to skip to the end, and have even covered up the final parts, so I won’t peek ahead of time and ruin the lead up to the end.

4. Can you remember the name of the first book you read that didn’t have any illustrations?


5. What literary character best represents the dreams that you are made of?

I have no idea what this question means.

6. What was your favorite piece of clothing (or accessory) that you wore in high school? Did you steal said item?

In high school? I can remember a favorite from grade school and jr. high, but high school? I know girls weren’t allowed to wear jeans to school until the year after I graduated (which bummed me out), so it had to have been a skirt or dress. Can’t remember at all what it could have looked like. No, I’m sure I didn’t steal whatever it was.

7. Do you know where your last high school yearbook is right at this moment?

Yes, on my bookshelf with the others. I/we look at them pretty often.

8. Let’s assume that you have done something that you shouldn’t have. No one knows you have done it and no one ever will unless you say something. If you don’t confess, your innocent best friend is sentenced to a year in prison but then wins the lottery on the day of release from said prison and becomes a millionaire. (Friend never learns of your duplicity.) If you do confess, you get ten years in prison and no lottery win. Your choice?

I doubt if I’d ever do anything that would be worthy of being sent to prison, but if I have to say…I’d not confess. Of course I’d not know that later on the friend would win the lottery, but ‘let’s assume’ I did know. I’d bet the friend would make it through a year just fine, and then I’d know they’d be so happy afterwards to have all that money.

9. Do you have anything in your home that actually belongs to a former employer?

I don’t think so. It’s been over 40 years since I worked somewhere that had anything I’d want to take home.

10. Did you ever have to finally decide? (You knew I would throw in a song reference at some point.)

Lovin’ Spoonful! Yay! Great song! I can never make a decision on anything, so I try not to. Oh, well maybe I’ve made some decisions, but they usually get vetoed.

11. Name the first song that comes to mind where you know every single word of the lyrics.

Too many!

12. Can you remember the name of everyone who has ever seen you naked as an adult? We’ll toss aside professional/medical experiences, as we’ve all had to throw our legs wide in clinical situations, but this one becomes harder to answer in the affirmative the more you think about it.


13. Through some bit of circumstance, you suddenly find yourself on a nude beach. Which of the following would be your reaction: A) Run screaming in abject horror. B) Hang around a bit to see what’s what whilst remaining chastely covered. C) When in Rome… D) Wave to all of your friends because everybody knows your name.

B & D

14. Given the magical chance to start your life over at a certain point, would you rather go back to your high-school graduation, knowing everything that you know now, or go back ten years, knowing only what you knew then?

I’d go back to high school graduation.

15. You discover that a life-changing sum of money has been mysteriously deposited in your checking account. Upon speaking with a banking representative, you learn that the source wishes to remain anonymous and you will have to reimburse the donor if the name is ever revealed. Do you keep the money?

Yes, of course!

16. Would you rather watch admittedly crappy movies with your loved ones in a living room, where it is guaranteed that the miscreants will constantly interrupt the viewing, or peruse cinematic masterpieces by yourself with no interference?

Living room with family and/or friends. We love to talk during shows of any kind, about what’s happening, and also to the characters on screen, telling them how they should or shouldn’t do whatever it is.

17. Name the movie title that best encapsulates a poor decision in your life.

See # 10 – I don’t make decisions if I can help it.

18. Would you rather write a single book that is hailed as a masterpiece long after you are gone or multiple critically-panned bestsellers whilst you are still on this plane?

I’d rather have multiple books on the marketplace now. Who cares what the critics say, as it’s just their opinion. Maybe lots of people would like my books.

19. Do you secretly write poetry that you have never shared?

I write poetry all the time, and share a lot of it on my blog, but not all. It’s no secret.

20. Do you regret things that you never dared?

Sometimes, about some things.

21. Is there anyone who knows every single thing about you? Do you?

Of course not. Even I don’t know everything about myself, as I’m as surprised as anyone at myself half the time. Every day is a new day, with all kinds of possibilities, and what you do with them can be interesting and amazing.


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS