Monthly Archives: May 2020

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 310 – The End

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 310 – The End

Warning … adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 310

warning…adult content

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Back inside the house, Ghost poured himself another cup of coffee, got his meds out, and swallowed them all with his first big gulp of the hot liquid. He massaged his left temple, and Steve could see that his eye was twitching, already. He knew Ghost was more upset than he was letting on, and didn’t want to upset him further by continuing the conversation.

“Come here, babe, I’m not mad at you,” he said, wrapping his arms around Ghost. “I get what you’re saying. Terry’s our friend, and we’re not cutting him off just because he went off the deep end.” He kissed the top of Ghost’s head. “Okay? You going back to bed for awhile?”

Ghost sniffled and nodded. “Yeah.”

Steve watched him, as he slowly went down the hall. He still didn’t want to see Terry anytime soon, or anybody, for that matter. He began cleaning up the kitchen. Afterwards, he went out to sit on the couch. He tried to watch TV for a little while, but couldn’t work up any enthusiasm for it. Picking up a paperback, he tried to read, but after a page or two, closed the book.

“I’m so bored,” he said aloud. He wanted to talk to Ghost…he needed to talk to Ghost…and not have all these serious discussions. He just wanted everything to be normal, again. He missed the jokes and laughs they used to have, but he knew Ghost had not been happy for a long time…even before their trip to L. A.

Sure, they’d had some good times along the way, but only for that short time, then Ghost would get quiet, again. That was one reason he’d had it in his head, that to make Ghost happy, it would be best if they went their separate ways. Maybe not forever, just for awhile, to find out what made them happy, and feel alive again. But, it had backfired, and now Ghost was blaming the omen for their dissatisfaction.

He scrubbed his hands over his face, and clawed at his scalp, scratching it, and tousling his hair. The thoughts in his head didn’t go away, though. He sent up a random prayer to whoever might hear it.

“Please help us get right, again. I’m so tired of never knowing if we’re up or down, anymore.”

Getting off the couch, Steve walked down the hallway, just to peek in at Ghost. He wouldn’t wake him. Opening the door a crack, he was surprised to see that Ghost was awake, sitting in bed, writing in his journal.

“You’re still awake?” Steve asked, then felt stupid. Of course he could see that Ghost was awake.

Ghost nodded. “Come on in. I’m just writing stuff.”

Steve sat down on the bed. “What kinda stuff?”

“Just stuff that happened lately, and trying to find some lyrics of some sort. I haven’t in awhile, and now, it’s like I forgot how to write a song,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, I should play my guitar more often, too,” Steve said. He went to get it, then strummed a few chords, getting the feel of it again.

Ghost wrote a few words, as they came to him, and hummed a sequence of tones, off and on, that Steve would replicate on the fret board.

“How did we get here?” Steve asked. “How are we changed now?”

“I feel it in my bones, in my head, in my heart,” Ghost said, writing down the words. He then looked up, meeting Steve’s eyes. They smiled, knowing this would be “Lost Souls” newest song.  Steve kept picking out notes, and Ghost wrote more words, and then they were done.

This…this was normal. This was what was missing…their lost souls back in harmony, again. They had been tested…been through the fire. They had been broken apart, but now were forged together even stronger, because of it.

They were Lost no longer.

THE END

 

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This fan fiction story has come to an end. I so appreciate everyone who has followed along, liked, visited, read, and commented on it. Hope you’ve enjoyed it. 🙂

Starting next week I plan on re-posting this story from the beginning. (in case you’d like to read from the first one)

Thanks again, to everyone. ❤

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Here are a few songs that I feel goes along with the story of Steve and Ghost. Enjoy!

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“High Enough”, by Damn Yankees, was released in 1990 from their album, “Damn Yankees”. It was written by Jack Blades, Ted Nugent, and Tommy Shaw, and is on the Warner Bros. label.

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“Truly Madly Deeply”, by Savage Garden, was released in 1997, from their album, “Savage Garden”. It was written by Darren Hayes and Daniel Jones, and is on the Columbia (International), Roadshow Music (Australia), and Sony (Japan) labels.

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“Love of a Lifetime”, by Firehouse, was released as a single from their album, “Firehouse”, in 1991. It was written by Bill Leverty and C. J. Snare, and is on the Epic – Sony Music label.

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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.

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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.

Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes -Song Lyric Sunday – Spices & Herbs

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Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes – Song Lyric Sunday – Spices & Herbs

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For SLS today, Jim has given us the prompt of spices and such as that, including rosemary/mint/parsley/sage/ thyme/cinnamon/pepper/salt. Thanks, Jim! 🙂

To join in, and also see other entries, just click this link.

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https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/05/30/spice-it-up/

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From Song Facts:

 

  • Many have claimed to be the actual Rosemary the song is about, but Sylvan Mason says that like Delilah, no such person exists. She told Songfacts: “Tony [Macaulay] came over with a melody and rough idea for a song which title originally was ‘It’s My Heart You’ll Be Breaking Apart’ but he said he wanted to put a girl’s name in the title because that’s what sold records in those days. The girl’s name Rosemary fitted with the title so we started the song from scratch merely using the name Rosemary.”
  • Macaulay and Barry Mason recorded this using session musicians. When it became a hit, they put together a band from members of the group Greefield Hammer in order to perform the song live. McCaulay eventually put together another group using the Edison Lighthouse name.

 

This is the Wiki article:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Grows_(Where_My_Rosemary_Goes)

“Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes”, by Edison Lighthouse, was released from their album, “Already”, in 1970. It was written by Tony Macaulay and Barry Mason, and is on the Bell label.

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She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

She talks kinda lazy
And people say she she's crazy
And her life's a mystery
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

There's something about her hand holding mine
It's a feeling that's fine
And I just gotta say
She's really got a magical spell
And it's working so well
That I can't get away

I'm a lucky fella
And I've just got to tell her
That I love her endlessly
Because Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

There's something about her hand holding mine
It's a feeling that's fine
And I just gotta say
She's really got a magical spell
And it's working so well
That I can't get away

I'm a lucky fella
And I've just got to tell her
That I love her endlessly
Because Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me

Fadeout:
It keeps growing every place she's been
And nobody knows like me

If you've met her, you'll never forget her
And nobody knows like me

La la la- believe it when you've seen it
Nobody knows like me

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

Flower of the Day – Classic Shasta Daisy

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Flower of the Day – Classic Shasta Daisy

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I like the look of this white daisy with yellow center and a dark round spot in the middle. I’d call this a classic daisy look. It’s called a Shasta Daisy.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

FOTD – May 31 – Peony wanting to bloom

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

A Photo a Week Challenge – Footwear

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A Photo a Week Challenge – Footwear

https://nadiamerrillphotography.wordpress.com/2020/05/28/a-photo-a-week-challenge-footwear/

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Here we have three photos of shoes (footwear)

  • Two pairs of flip flops, one pink & black leopard print, the other aqua and green skeleton print
  • Black & white Adidas sandal
  • Hot pink slide on mopping shoes (fluffy soles)

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

Stream of Consciousness Saturday

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday 

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 30/2020

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “spay/splay/spray.” Use one, use two, use ’em all, it’s up to you. Have fun!

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Can’t really think of anything interesting to say about these prompt words, so … here’s some other words you can make …

play * pay * ray * lay * yap * pass * alp * lap * asp * laps * alps * yaps * pays * sap * rap * slay * yay * say

and that’s enough of that.

At the moment, which is about 11:11 a. m. on Saturday, it is a bright sunny day, 79 degrees, going up to high 80s later, the wind is blowing, the Mr. is outside doing weed-eating, the TV is on in here (Roseanne), and in the garage the radio is playing the same old songs over and over all day long. I don’t know what is for lunch, and we are bored with every kind of food there is. I’m sure we will find something in a little while, though.

I hope your weekend is going good! 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 309

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 309

Warning … adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 309

warning…adult content

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After Ghost had slammed out the back door, Melody went to look out. “He’s going out to the old cemetery.”

“He’ll be back,” Steve said. He reached for more bacon, and continued eating breakfast. “This sure is good. Y’all better dig in.” And, so they did, but no one felt like making small talk, now. The only sounds were the clinking of their forks. Steve finished first, chugging his glass of milk last.

“Very nice breakfast. Are y’all leaving now?” He looked back and forth between Linda and Melody. “You can see we’re not dead or anything.”

Linda shrugged. “I should be getting back to the kids,” Linda said. “You want to come, or stay here?” she asked Melody.

“I’m going with you.”

“Well, we’re gonna just chill out here for a couple of days, lay low ya know. We’ll let Terry cool off, or whatever. I don’t really want to run into him anytime soon,” Steve said.

“Yeah, me either,” said Linda, “but, I’m sure we will, and I may just let him have it. In fact, I know I will. He can’t go pulling his gun out, threatening y’all, or anyone else like that. I don’t care who he is.” She went to get her purse and car keys. “Ready?” she asked Melody.

Melody nodded. “Yep, and Steve, tell Ghost I love him, and well…go out there and see about him. I don’t like leaving like this, when he is so upset, but y’all need some alone time.”

“I will,” Steve said. He walked with them out to the car. “Don’t worry about us. We’ll be okay, and we’ll see y’all in a few days.” He watched them drive away, then got his jacket. He poured some hot coffee, with cream and sugar, into a thermos, then went out to find Ghost.

Crunching through the dried pine needles on his way to the cemetery, Steve made his way to his and Ghost’s usual sitting spot. Sighing, he slowed, as he saw Ghost leaning against the old gravestone. It pained him to see the bruises on Ghost’s face, knowing why he’d gotten them.

Ghost didn’t look up, as Steve approached, but Steve knew Ghost heard him. He sat beside Ghost, poured a cupful of coffee into the thermos lid, and handed it to Ghost.

“Here…brought ya some coffee,” he said. Ghost took it, taking a large swallow. Steve leaned back, waiting for Ghost to say something first, but he took a few more gulps of his coffee.

“Why do you do that?” Ghost asked.

Steve glanced over at him. “Huh? Do what?”

“You know, tell me how I should feel, how I should act. I’m capable of knowing that on my own. Maybe it don’t match up with yours, but I do have feelings, Steve…good one, bad ones, or sad or mad ones…all the time, on my own. You keep telling me which one I should be feeling.”

“I know you do,” Steve said. “I don’t get it, though, how you could be ready to kill Terry one day, and the next you’re making excuses for what he did, like it was no big deal.”

Ghost shrugged. “‘Cause it’s over. It’s already done, and that won’t change. We can hold onto what it was and be mad forever, or we can try to understand why it happened, and then move on…it’s done.” He paused for a minute.

“Nothing good comes from thinking about it over and over…and, Steve, Terry is our friend. Something was making him crazy, and we’d be wrong to end it, when nothing actually happened.”

Steve frowned. “What the hell, Ghost? Nothing happened? Were you off in la-la land when all this nothing happened? Look at yourself Look at me…even Terry…nothing happened? You gotta be shittin’ me.” He shook his head.

“What I meant was…we’re not dead,” Ghost said.

“You’re right, we’re not dead, so let’s all just go get an ice cream sundae to celebrate,” Steve said. “Every single one of us…a toast to not being dead…just beat up and being confused, and hating on everyone, and maybe even possessed by the boogyman. Hell yeah, let’s go round ’em up. I’m paying.” Steve took a breath.

Ghost stared hard at Steve.

“What? What are you doing?” Steve asked. “Stop staring at me.”

“Shh…be quiet…I’m trying to hear what you’re thinking, why you’re being mad at me,” Ghost said.

“Fuck off…leave my thoughts alone. If you want to know something, just ask,” Steve said, as he backed away a bit from Ghost.

Ghost shrugged. “Okay…” He broke off his gaze.

“Well?” asked Steve. “You gonna ask me something? Huh? Oh, you wanna know why I’m mad at you? It’s ’cause you are acting like it was all a big, fat nothing last night. So what if it was this omen thing, whatever that means. It don’t change the fact that Terry was off his rocker. I know he wasn’t really wanting to kill us. Something went wrong and he snapped. But, damn, he could have done it…for real…then woke up to reality again. But, then it would have been too late…for us.” He sighed. “Don’t you see that?”

“Yeah, sure, of course I do, but it didn’t happen.” Ghost said. He stood up, brushing off the pine needles. “I’m done talking about it, now. I’m getting a headache. I’m going in. You can be mad at me some more, just keep it to yourself.” He picked up his backpack, heading for the house.

Steve muttered, “Yeah, well quit reading my mind, then.” He followed Ghost into the house.

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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.

Forgotten Phrases # 2 – Stars

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Forgotten Phrases # 2 – Stars

These are short phrases (or micro fiction) that I wrote years ago.

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Shooting Star on OpenMoji 12.3

Subject: Stars

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Light years away, a star died.

Radio frequency picked up it’s death cries –

A sadder sound you’ll never hear.

It’s heartrending death cries only reaching us now in

The still dark night.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

Fibbing Friday – The Twelves

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Fibbing Friday – The Twelves

These are fun questions we’re supposed to answer in any kind of silly, wrong, or outrageous ways. Just for fun!

Find out more at the link found below.

https://pcguyiv.wordpress.com/2020/05/29/fibbing-friday-may-29th-2020/

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Below are 10 questions, the answers to which are entirely up to you.
The idea though is to fib a little, a lot, tell whoppers, be inventive, silly or even outrageous in your response as long as you evade the truth (or maybe bend it a little).

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The questions & my answers:

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  1. What was Paul Revere famous for?  … Paul Revere had a rock band called Paul Revere & the Raiders.

 

  1. Why is midnight known as “the witching hour”?  … It all got started when a witch named Hazel started a Karaoke bar that opened at midnight.

 

  1. What supposedly happens, according to legend, at midnight between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day?  … According to science, the magnetic north pole and the magnetic south pole actually switch positions. It’s not well known, though, because people would freak out.

 

  1. Why did Patsy Cline go “Walking After Midnight”?  … She was walking down to Witch Hazel’s Karaoke bar so she could sing some songs.

 

  1. Why is midnight represented as 00:00 rather than 24:00 in military (24-hour) notation?  … It has something to do with Y2K when all the clocks went haywire.

 

  1. Why is noon so named?  … It is a palindrome, and the Y2K bug stipulated that two zeroes should be the norm for noon.

 

  1. In westerns, what traditionally happens at high noon?  … The cowboy’s horses get to take an hour lunch break.

 

  1. What exactly is the difference between “noon” and “high noon”?  … Regular noon, is just a regular day, but ‘high’ noon is a lot more fun. heh heh

 

  1. What’s so special about “the noonday sun”?  … During noonday, the sun’s light particles are especially sparkly. You can see each individual one.

 

  1. What can you supposedly do at noon on the spring equinox that you supposedly can’t do any other time of year?  … If you remember in time, you can beat the pull of gravity for about a minute – you can float about a foot off the ground.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS