Monthly Archives: September 2018

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 58

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 58

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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At the hospital, Steve went out to tell Kinsey and Terry what the doctor said about Ghost’s hand, and that they could leave them here. He’d let them know when to come get them.

They’d given Ghost pain medication and a sedative, so he was pretty much out of it, almost asleep again. Steve told him what was going on, and Ghost nodded, but was talking gibberish. Steve hugged him, then lay on the small couch, by the hospital bed. He was remembering the time he’d been in this hospital, after his wreck. Well, he got fixed up, and so would Ghost. They’d be back home soon.

The surgery went well the next morning. Ghost came out with a big cast on his hand and wrist; all the bones had been put back together, as much as possible. He was told he would probably have a crooked place or two in his fingers, but mainly, he’d heal pretty quick. His fever and the infection were going away now, and after two days, he was released to go home. Terry and Kinsey both came to get them.

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Kinsey had gotten the extra room ready for them, too, so that’s where the went. But, after a few days, both Steve and Ghost were getting restless. They were eager to start fixing up the house. Kinsey was getting anxious to have everything back to normal, too. He wasn’t used to having house guests, but it would be quite awhile before the house would be ready to live in again.

Steve and Kinsey had hired a guy to remove the big tree that had fallen on the house. Ghost hadn’t been back to the house, yet, so he badgered Steve to take him out there.

“You have to get your car, anyway,” Ghost said.

“I know, and Kinsey said the guys got the tree out today. I’ll get Kinsey to drive us out there in the morning, ok?”

“Yeah, but Steve, how are we gonna fix the house? We never fixed a house before.”

“I don’t know, Ghost, but guess we’ll start by going through everything, and keeping what we can, then…then…well, we’ll figure it out.” He thought about his guitar…it was still out there in his car. He listened as Ghost sang some of their songs; Ghost made his own music. He sang a bit too, not liking how he sounded, though.

Kinsey came in, then, from the club, and Steve told him of their plans for the day.

“Sure, I’ll drive you out there…and I’ve been talking about y’all’s situation to some of the guys in town. Over at the hardware store, they all want to help y’all out…you know, with building supplies. I heard them say they knew some carpenters and roofers, and they’re on board, too, soon as y’all are ready.”

Steve was looking down at the floor, overcome. “I don’t deserve anybody’s help, Kinsey – especially from them. They still hate me, and it’d be awkward.”

“Steve, they offered. I guess they don’t hate you anymore, so I’d let them help, if they want to, or they may get offended.”

Steve thought about it. “Yeah, guess we do need somebody’s help, since me and Ghost don’t know how to do it. But, we’re paying them. We won’t take charity.”

“Fine, Steve, y’all offer, but if they refuse, then drop it, okay?”

“Yeah, I will,” Steve said.

Ghost was quiet during all this, but now said, “I want to do something too, but what?” he pointed to his cast.

Steve jokingly said, “You can be the boss. You can tell everybody what you want done to the house…you own it, after all.”

Ghost smiled. He liked that idea.

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The next morning they all drove out there. Poking around in the mess was hard work, physically picking up broken and water-logged items, and emotionally, at what all was lost. Anything they could use was set aside. The rest went into garbage bags. By early evening, everyone was tired and ready to go get a cold beer, back in town.

“I didn’t like doing that,” said Ghost. “The house feels sad that it got hurt…that things are different, now.”

Steve figured Ghost was really talking about how he felt. “Well, we’ll repair it, and put other stuff in there.”

“I know, but almost all of my grandmother’s potions got broke. They were probably important. What if I need to take something…what will I do if I can’t find any more? I don’t know how to mix that stuff up.”

“We’ll figure it out, Ghost. Your friend, Miz Caitlin, probably has all of that at her place, anyway.” But, what he really thought to himself, was good riddance. It was creepy old stuff, anyway. Ghost can just take pills, like everyone else.

“I guess so,” said Ghost, “but, it’s not the same.”

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Back at the Sacred Yew, everyone had a few beers and sandwiches, and turned in early. The next few days were going to be busy. The men were going out there to start the rebuilding, the next day.

As they prepared to leave, the next morning, there was a knocking at the club door. Kinsey opened it, to find quite a few young men and women on his doorstep. They all had on t-shirts and jeans, and were fresh-faced, and eager to tell him something.

Who are these kids, he wondered…then it dawned on him…these are my club kids. He hadn’t recognized them at first, without their black, goth clothes and jewelry, and without their dark lined eyes, and spray painted hair. They looked so different.

One of them held out a large stack of money. “This is to help Ghost and Steve fix their house,” the girl said. “We took up a collection, ’cause we love them, and don’t want them to ever leave. We also have a bunch of stuff gathered up for them…like dishes, and sheets, and a couch, and tables, and an old bed…just lots of stuff…and clothes, too.” She smiled, and then an older boy said they had tools and boards and lots of supplies, to help rebuild the old house. They were there to help, to do all they could to help out their hometown band, Lost Souls?”

Kinsey was speechless. He always knew these Missing Mile kids were truly good kids, no matter how they dressed. “Thank you all so much. Y’all are amazing. We can use all of your help…we’re heading out there now, if you want to follow us,” he finally said.

Ghost and Steve came downstairs to see what was going on. Everyone talked at once, all excited. It was beginning to seem like a big ‘ol party. One by one, the loaded cars left the club, and caravanned out to Burnt Church Road. Kinsey had made sandwiches for an army, and Steve had his guitar along. Convening at the house, everyone got busy doing something.

There were deliveries of boards for walls, roofing materials, flooring, and of course, everything the kids had collected. Steve did whatever was asked of him, from nailing boards, to holding up wall panels. Whenever he wasn’t needed for something, he played his guitar, and Ghost would sing to everyone.

Kinsey was proud of his little community – how they all came together to help someone in need. It took only three days to complete the repairs. Steve tried to pay the workers, but they brushed it off, just saying that they help their own citizens in need, and to just pay it forward someday. Steve was humbled and grateful, and Ghost was so happy and excited, he danced around hugging anyone who’d stand still for it.

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

Square in September – Pink Mouse

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Square in September – Pink Mouse

So I am returning to where I started

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Today is the final day of the Square in September Pink Challenge. It’s been fun finding all kinds of pink things.

Thanks for hosting the challenge, Becky! 🙂

This is a fuzzy pink cat toy mouse that is sitting on some wrapping paper.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Dom

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Dom

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 29/18

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For today’s SOCS, Linda has given us the prompt of ‘dom’. Thanks, Linda!

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “dom.” Use it as a word, or find a word that starts or ends with it. Have fun!

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seldom know what I’m going to post on here until I find myself actually doing it. I’d say mostly I do random things. That’s one good thing about having a blog…we have the freedom to write about anything we want to, or anything that interests us.

Sometimes, to avoid boredom, I make up lists of things I remember. Here’s one…can I name all my elementary school teacher’s names? Let’s see.

  1. Miss Prather…she was very nice
  2. Miss ? then she got married & became Mrs. McIlroy … I got in trouble a lot with this one
  3. Mrs. Pistol … an older woman, but nice.
  4. Mrs. Jackson … one of my favorites (took our class to her house one time – very fancy)
  5. Miss Herman  … nice, but we got in trouble a lot…she had a dog named Trebataw, then got another named Dee O Gee
  6. Mr. O’Neal … fun teacher & loved to talk about his time in the armed services

It’s funny how I can remember all that, and I have trouble remembering even what we had for lunches this past week! It actually took me awhile to think of these! Could be we had…

Friday – tuna fish salad at home

Thursday – chicken sandwich (from leftovers of the night before)

Wednesday – Jr. cheeseburger at What-a-Burger place

Tuesday – Homestyle pot roast at Cast Iron Grill – (family gathering for a birthday lunch)

Monday – ??

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So, that’s all I can think of at the moment.

Happy Saturday, hopefully with no boredom! 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 57

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 57

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Steve kept hollering, “Over here, we’re over here,” when he heard Kinsey yelling and looking for them.

He and Ghost kept walking through the woods in that direction, until they could see the graveyard, and then, Kinsey and Terry on the other side. Terry and Kinsey rushed toward them. After seeing them alive, and that Ghost was hurt, the next thing they did notice was their lack of clothes. Steve had forgotten about being embarrassed. He was just happy to have been found.

Kinsey took Ghost from Steve. “Thank God you’re alive. Where did y’all go?”

Steve explained about the cave, and how they’d had to get out of the house after the tree fell on it. “How does it look?”

Kinsey shook his head, “Not good, Steve. It may have to be torn down.”

“No, we’re gonna fix it,” Steve said. 

“Sure, man,” Terry said. “Sure, I’ll help ya.” He looked over at Kinsey and  shrugged. They knew they should just go along with whatever Steve said, for now.

“What happened to Ghost? Did the tree smash his hand? It’s all broken and swollen up,” Terry asked.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so…it was such a crazy night. Everything was falling and crashing. We just had to get out of there in a hurry,” Steve said.

“Guess y’all didn’t have time to get dressed, either, huh?”

“Yeah, didn’t have time,” said Steve, in a tone that meant – don’t ask about it again.

All this time, they’d been walking back to the house. “We have to get Ghost to the hospital,” said Kinsey. “He’s got a bad fever, and probably broken bones in his hand.”

“They continued to talk, finally coming to the clearing into the back yard. The house looked bad from this side, too. Terry and Kinsey kept going, supporting Ghost, then noticed Steve wasn’t following behind them any more.

“Hey, Steve, where’d ya go?” Terry hollered.

They looked back to the edge of the woods, and saw Steve on his knees, hands covering his face. He was crying…huge, body shaking sobs. Terry ran back.

“What is it, Steve? What’s the matter? Y’all are okay now, and we’ll help ya get the house fixed.”

But, Steve couldn’t talk, couldn’t explain. It felt like the past two years had just crashed down on him. He’d had to be strong, and keep it together for so long. He’d had to numb his feelings…no one should suspect that macho Steve had actual feelings. But, just now, he’d finally cracked, and the whole of it had been too much to hold back any longer. He thought he’d never stop crying.

“It’s okay, man, it’s okay,” said Terry, not really knowing what else to do.

Kinsey had turned back to see what was going on. He’d sat Ghost down on the ground, but even in his far off place, Ghost could hear Steve’s cries…could feel his anguish and pain for all that had gone before, and his fear of what would come. Even in his own pain, Ghost managed to get up and stagger back to Steve.

“Go…” he said to Kinsey and Terry, as he waved them away.

They backed up some, just watching. Ghost put his arms around Steve then, and talked softly to him. Steve heard, and the crying slowed. Ghost kept talking in soothing tones, telling him to cry it all out, to not worry about what comes next; no matter what, they’d be together and work out their pain. He told him he would never leave him, that he loved him. He kept brushing back Steve’s hair, and wiping the tears away, as fast as they fell…his own joining Steve’s in empathy.

Then, they both rose to their feet, and leaning on each other, made their way toward the old house, and their ‘whatever comes next’.

Terry and Kinsey just stared in awe at the two of them. They were survivors. As they all reached the house, they were overwhelmed at the mess. It would take a lot of time and work to get it back to being livable.

“Y’all can’t stay here…you’re gonna stay at the club. There’s an extra room upstairs by mine. Steve, look around…see if there’s anything you have to have that’s not ruined, then I’m taking Ghost to the hospital.

So, Steve and Terry wandered around the broken house. There was still water soaking everything, their clothes included. Most of their band equipment was still out in the car, so there wasn’t much they’d need from the house right now. Ghost’s Army jacket was soaked, but Steve picked it up anyway. It could be washed; his backpack was lying in a puddle of water. He took that too. It was supposed to be waterproof…his current notebooks and journals were in there…his older ones, he kept in the trunk of the car. That was all for now.

He remembered that in the car was a pile of clothes. They almost never cleaned out the car, and joked about being able to live on what was in there, including snacks, and bottles of water and beer. Steve dug out some clothes for them both. The car was ok, but was blocked from getting out, by all the tree branches. They’d get it later. The four of them got into Kinsey’s car, and drove out to the highway. They were all going to Raleigh, it seemed.

No one said much on the way. Steve and Ghost were exhausted. They both dozed off, there in the back seat. Kinsey had to drive carefully, as the highway was still littered, in the storm’s aftermath. The highway road crews were trying to clear it.

Terry checked to see if they were asleep. They were, so he elbowed Kinsey – he had something to say, and he said it quietly.

“Kinsey, I saw something weird at the house – in Ghost’s bedroom. Did you notice the handcuffs attached to the bed railing?”

Kinsey looked over at Terry and shook his head.

“Yeah, they were locked closed, and kinda smashed up and bent, but still closed. What do ya think of that?”

Kinsey raised his eyebrows, and said, “Hmm, what do you make of it, Terry?”

“Well, what I’m thinking, and I may be way off, is that Ghost was handcuffed to the bed. You know…they might have been messing around with each other…and then the storm came, and they couldn’t get to the key…and Steve had to bash Ghost’s hand to get him loose. That’s what I think.”

Kinsey sighed. “Yeah, that’s what it sounds like. Guess he had to do whatever he could to save themselves. Damn, these two go through so much shit. Looks like they’d catch a break sometimes…and guess I’m not gonna ask them about it, either.”

“Yeah, me neither,” said Terry.

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They finally got to the emergency room, and checked in, filling out forms, and explaining their need for Ghost to be seen. The waiting room was pretty full, so they waited. When Ghost was called back, Steve went with him. They took x-rays, and then came the conference with the doctor. Looking at the film, Steve couldn’t tell much, but the doctor pointed out all the broken bones in Ghost’s hand. It was serious…Ghost would have to have surgery, as soon as possible, or he’d lose his hand. Already, the infection from the cuts, was doing damage. After an antibiotic shot, they admitted Ghost to a room…he’d have surgery the next morning.

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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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

 

Feline Friday – Undercover Cats

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Feline Friday – Undercover Cats

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https://comedy-plus.com/2018/09/28/feline-friday-62/ 

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For some reason cats love to get under things, playing hide and seek, or peek-a-boo. Here are three kitties doing just that.

Orion

Weena

Cricket

 

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS