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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 38

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 38

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Ghost reached up to pull Steve close for a kiss, but suddenly put his hand over his eye and rubbed it.

“Damn it!” he whispered.

“What’s going on? Is something in your eye? Why is it jumping like that?”

“It’s nothing, Steve, just something that started happening. Mostly if I’m tired or stressed, or…”

“Bullshit, Ghost! You’re not telling me everything.” Steve pulled Ghost’s hand away from his eye. It was red rimmed from crying, the same as the other one. It made his blue eyes stand out even more. But, Ghost was squinching that one up, like it hurt, or the light bothered him or something.

“Don’t keep secrets from me, Ghost,” he said. “Does it hurt you?”

Ghost nodded, “Sometimes.”

“When did it start?” Steve asked.

When Ghost wouldn’t answer, Steve realized it must have been after that night, that awful night. He’d hit Ghost so hard in his face and head…more than once.

“Oh, God! No!” he cried. “It was me that did that to you.”

Ghost just nodded, and more tears fell. “Steve,” he said, softly, “that’s not all.”

Steve had a pained look in his own eyes, as he heard what Ghost said next.

“Sometimes, sometimes…not all the time, just once in awhile, Steve…I can’t even see out of it!”

Steve was breathing hard, feeling faint, or that he might throw up, maybe both, at the horrible thing he’d done. He’d ruined Ghost’s eye, and probably his brain, too. Ghost had had a crack in his skull, the woman on the mountain had told him. Then he knew he must have been the one to have broken Ghost’s tooth.

Steve lurched around the room, pacing and yelling. “Ghost, you have to get away from me. You can’t keep getting hurt by me. I don’t deserve to have anyone as good as you anywhere near me. I don’t know how you can ever trust me again. Hell, I can’t even trust myself! Here…” he said, picking up a pencil from the nearby table. “Go on, just poke out my eye, then we’ll be even. Do it, Ghost! That’s the least you can do…and it’s still not enough!”

He kept pacing and ranting around the room. Then, he saw Ghost, cowering on the bed, as far back away from him as he could get. He was pulling at his hair and screaming something at him. He stopped his own noise. He’d been so loud, he’d not even heard Ghost.

Ghost was screaming over and over, “Stop it…stop it…stop it!” He looked out of his head, with fright.

“I’ve done it again,” Steve thought. He fell down on his knees and cried. It seemed forever he stayed there. Dimly, he was aware of Ghost’s screams growing quieter, until they stopped altogether. This was too much. He didn’t know how they could work this out, didn’t know if they could even survive each other. They were killing each other emotionally, just as much as physically. Maybe this would be the end…maybe it should be the end.

But, how could he go on without Ghost? He knew he couldn’t…he couldn’t. Steve’s thoughts broke through to Ghost’s mind…and he ached for Steve, for himself, but he knew it would not be the end. It would never be the end. He had to do something to convince Steve of this. He knew Steve was skeptical of his innate knowledge. He always needed proof that the things he told him were real, even if he couldn’t see it.

Ghost slowly eased off the bed, and went to Steve. He gently helped him over to the bed, sitting on his knees in front of him, on the floor. He looked up into Steve’s tear streaked face.

“I love you, Steve. Don’t ever ask me to hurt you again. I need you to always be here, with me…and I know…look at me, Steve! I know we are supposed to be together. We have been in the past, in the present, and will be in the future. I’ve known this since I first saw you.

I recognized you as my forever soul mate. Don’t think this is just some crazy talk from your weird friend, Steve. It’s real. It’s so real…” and Ghost searched Steve’s eyes to see if he understood, that he’d somehow gotten through to him.

Somehow, Steve did believe him. They knew it in their hearts, that even through their ups and downs, their misunderstandings, their fights, and there would be some, that ultimately their very souls were to be together for eternity.

Ghost sighed, and said simply…”I need you, Steve. Please say you need me, too. Right now, Steve. I need you so much.”

Steve grabbed him in a fierce hug, and mumbled into his soft hair, “I need you to…oh, Ghost, I need you, too.”

Steve raised Ghost’s head, kissing him deeply. He took Ghost’s hands, pulling him up from the floor, then removing the soft shirt he wore. Ghost shivered at Steve’s touch. Steve began kissing Ghost’s shoulder, then worked his way down his left arm, the inside of his elbow, his wrist…and then he saw for the first time, his own name tattooed there. He looked at Ghost questioningly. “What? When?”

Ghost smiled and said, “I wanted one to go with yours.”

Steve kissed Ghost’s wrist again and murmured, “You’re so crazy, and I adore you.”

He kissed Ghost’s palm, letting his tongue trace circles on it, then took Ghost’s fingers into his mouth and sucked each in turn. Ghost was breathing heavily, his eyes closed, letting Steve do whatever he wanted…loving whatever Steve did to him.

As Steve took Ghost’s ring finger into his mouth, he kept bringing it in and out in slow motion, deeper and wetter with each movement. Almost breaking the spell they were under, Steve began to ask Ghost about the silver ring he wore. He’d not had it before, and Steve knew it must have come from someone else.

“Did your lover give you this ring, Ghost? Who was he? Was it that guy that you sang with out in L. A.?”

Ghost didn’t say anything, but tensed up.

“It’s ok, Ghost,” Steve continued, still speaking softly, not sounding mad. “I know you whored around out there. You had to do whatever it took to survive. How many more did you have to…? Was this one special? Did he love you, did you love him?

I don’t care, Ghost. I fell in love with you the minute I saw you. I’m sure others do, too. I don’t blame you for getting whatever you needed from him. I’m just glad you came back to me.”

He continued to wet Ghost’s finger, until he had the ring in his mouth. He looked at for a second, then threw it across the room, where it pinged off the window, a shiny ray of silver, as it caught the sunlight.

“You won’t need it anymore, Ghost. I’ll get you a better one.”

He looked at the silver necklace Ghost was wearing, the one with the little key. Taking hold of the chain, Steve yanked hard, breaking it, and leaving a red mark on Ghost’s neck. “You won’t need this either.”

Then, Steve thought to himself, “Oh, no. What am I doing? I can never shut up.” He looked into Ghost’s face, hoping he wouldn’t see anger.

Ghost was trembling, there in Steve’s arms, his eyes still closed. He breathed in small gasps of the sage scented air. He had the weird feeling that he was in the present with Steve, and the feeling he was in some place wonderful…some place called ecstasy…if there was such a place. He felt free, soaring on Steve’s love for him, and his love for Steve.

Tears fell from his eyes now, as he whispered in Steve’s ear, “Steve…I need you. I need you right now. I am yours. I’ll always be yours. Please, Steve, please. Take me now!”

And they lay together again in each other’s arms, bodies, and souls.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 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.

Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge – Fruit

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Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge – Fruit

https://ceenphotography.com/2022/08/31/cmmc-august-5th-week-fruit/

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Having fun with fruit the Mr. made this … two red apples for eyes, a cherry for the nose, and a banana turned sideways for a smiley mouth.

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Warm sun ripens fruit

Burst of sunshine in your mouth

So juicy and sweet

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Whole pineapples at the store, and slices of pineapple that butterflies are landed on drinking the juice.

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My little sign says Granny Smith Apple, and some green apples at the store.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2022 BS

Joke Time – One Liner Wednesday

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Joke Time – One Liner Wednesday

https://lindaghill.com/2022/08/31/one-liner-wednesday-youre-never-too-old/#like-16330

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The Jester asks:

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Which is faster, heat or cold?

Heat … you can catch a cold!

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Where was the Declaration of Independence signed?

At the bottom!

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Why are dogs like phones?

Because they have collar IDs

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© 2022 BS

Share Your World

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Share Your World

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/08/29/share-your-world-29th-august/

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1. Which of the following could you do without? TV, Computer, Mobile Phone.

I’d give up TV as I don’t like much of what’s on anyway. It’s always on, but mostly the Mr. is watching, and I’m on my computer.

2. Do you have a lot of old photographs in a box, or did you put them in albums?

I have a bookshelf filled with lots of photo albums. Then I have some carrier bags with photos in envelopes, and then a storage tub that has a bunch in there. I like photos, but haven’t had any printed out in years, as most now days are on my phone. My daughter prints some out and gives me a few of our grand-daughter once in awhile, too.

3. What was the first thing you bought for yourself when you started work?

A brown leather purse, and I still have it.

4. What is the biggest thing you have bought that did not require finance?

Not sure I get this question. Do you mean pay totally in cash? What about credit or debit cards – is that kind of financing?

I can’t think of anything big we’ve paid cash for … just regular household needs and very few of those were paid in cash if any.

We pay sometimes in cash at the fast food places. haha 🙂

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© 2022 BS

Flower of the Day – Frosty Red Rose

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Flower of the Day – Frosty Red Rose

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This is a real rose, but not real frost. I think they sprinkle something on them to make it look like frost. There were several little pots of these roses in different colors.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

https://ceenphotography.com/2022/08/29/fotd-august-30-roses/#like-64249

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2022 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 37

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 37

warning … adult content

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Ghost entered the house, walking down the hall to his bedroom. The door was already opened, the house smelled good…like sage. He smiled, knowing that Steve had burnt the sage for him. In the bedroom, he took off his clothes and got into the bed, with nice clean blankets, only having one twinge of anxiety, before falling asleep. He had no nightmares this night.

Some time later, Steve came in and quietly looked in at Ghost. Going over, he brushed a strand of hair from Ghost’s face and lightly kissed his forehead. He felt a rush of love for this child of wonder. Going to his own room, he fell asleep as soon as he lay down. “Tomorrow, we’ll have a fresh start,” was the last thing he thought about.

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Early the next morning, Steve made coffee, then left Ghost a note by the coffee pot. It said, “I’ve gone to get us some groceries. I’ll be back soon. I love you, Steve.”

Ghost grinned when he read it. He’d have to tease Steve, when he returned. He had written proof now, that Steve loved him. He drank his coffee, and took a long needed shower. Finding some of his old clothes, he put on a soft, well-worn hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, with only a few holes in them.

He was sitting on the old couch, writing in his journal, when Steve came back, huffing and puffing, carrying bags of stuff, and complaining about the long walk. He looked at Ghost still sitting there, and said,

“So, are you just gonna sit there, or are ya gonna help me with this shit?”

Ghost grinned and said, “I’m just gonna sit here and watch you deal with all that shit,” and then had to duck, as Steve lobbed a box of cereal at him.

He grabbed the box and tore it open, grabbing handfuls of the sweet, sugary stuff, spilling some, eating it right from the box.

“Good thing I got the kid cereal. Looks like there’s a little kid up in here today,” Steve said, as he juggled the bags into the kitchen.

“You got this kind ’cause you looove me,” Ghost teased.

“Yeah, right,” Steve hollered from the kitchen.

Ghost came and leaned on the door frame, watching Steve put things away.

“What else ya got in there, anyway?”

“Grown up food, that’s what,” Steve said. “Maybe if you’d grow up, you could have some.”

“Hmmmph,” muttered Ghost. “I’m grown up.”

Steve finished his task, then got himself a bowl of cereal with milk. He looked like he wanted to talk about serious stuff, Ghost thought.

‘I hate to break it to ya, Ghost, but that was the last of the money I had. Guess I’ll have to go back to work at the record store…if Terry will have me.”

“Where’s your car, Steve?” Ghost asked.

Narrowing his eyes, Steve stared hard at Ghost. “It got totaled. Guess you didn’t hear about that, since you were off doing God knows what.” Steve looked at Ghost, and his eyes were not happy.

Ghost didn’t like this turn in the conversation. It was like Steve was accusing him of wrecking his car. Steve continued, with a sharp edge to his words.

“Yeah, I wrecked the son-of-a-bitch…had too much to drink. Coming back here after a binge, drowning myself in alcohol, because I couldn’t find you, Ghost. Wrapped it around a tree on the way back from Raleigh one night. I had to be in the hospital up there for three weeks. I was a mess, broke arm, broke ribs, stitches…but, I guess it was a wake-up call. I haven’t been drinking, at least not as much any more…”

“I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t know.”

“Yeah? I thought you were supposed to know everything. Well, guess your super powers failed ya this time. Guess it’s my turn to tell you not to say you’re sorry. If it hadn’t been for…” he quit talking then, as he realized what he was doing. He was accusing Ghost, and really, it was his own fault for causing Ghost to leave in the first place. And, he was practically yelling in Ghost’s face.

“Oh, my God, Ghost! None of this is your fault, none of it,” and he wanted to say I’m sorry, but had been warned not to. So he just clamped his mouth shut and stared at the table in front of him.

Ghost turned, leaving the room.

“Why, why, why did I do that?” Steve thought. “Every time I open my mouth something bad comes out, and then it’s too late to take it back. I wind up hurting everyone I know.”

More sarcastic thoughts came into his head…”Well, he asked what happened to the car. He didn’t know, but I didn’t have to tell him all that. Damn!”

He could hear Ghost trying to cry quietly, in the bedroom. Steve sighed as he went to see about him…to try to make things right again.

As he came to the doorway, he saw that Ghost was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, tears running down into his ears, wetting his hair and pillow. Steve walked over and tried to touch him, but Ghost turned away, then said with a sob…

“God does know what I was off doing, Steve. I was too busy dying to hear about your wreck. But, if I had, I’d have come back to be with you, even when I was dead!”

He turned back toward Steve, wiping the tears from his face, but Steve was already brushing away the tears with his thumbs, cradling Ghost’s face in his hands. He noticed Ghost’s left eye twitching, and wondered about it.

“Ghost, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I never can say things the right way. It comes out all wrong. I’m sorry…yeah, I have to say it, and I mean it. And, I am sorry, too. I’m a sorry son-of-a-bitch for hurting you over and over.”

“I know, Steve,” Ghost said. “I know you don’t mean to, and I try to not let it bother me,” he took a deep breath. “Can we just start over?” he grinned, and again Steve saw his broken tooth..

“Yeah, Ghost, we can start over. At least we can try.”

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 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.

The Tide Is High – Song Lyric Sunday – Songs Slow to Catch On

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The Tide Is High – Song Lyric Sunday – Songs Slow to Catch On

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This week the theme is Better with Age: Failed or Overlooked Songs that Eventually Became Fan Favorites suggested by Greg’s Blog.

Thanks to Jim Adams for hosting this musical challenge each week.

To join in today’s challenge, and also see other entries just click this link below:

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2022/08/27/another-candle-on-your-cake/

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This is a good song that I’ve liked for a long time. I do like a lot of Blondie’s songs. I looked at a few videos for this song, but didn’t like them much, so just went with this album cover one. When listening to the song I always imagined a bunch of beach and ocean scenes, but the other videos were strange city scenes, or outer space weirdness. No beaches or tides, but one had giant goldfish, and with my fish phobia I had to shut it off fast! haha 🙂

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From a Wiki article:

The Tide Is High” is a 1967 rocksteady song written by John Holt, originally produced by Duke Reid and performed by the Jamaican group the Paragons, with Holt as lead singer. The song gained international attention in 1980, when a cover version by the American band Blondie became a US and UK number one hit.[2] The song topped the UK Singles Chart again in 2002 with a version by the British girl group Atomic Kitten, while Canadian rapper Kardinal Offishall had a minor hit with his interpretation in 2008.

Fun Fact: In November 1980, the song was played on radio stations across the state of Alabama in anticipation of a football game between the University of Alabama, whose nickname is the Crimson Tide, and the University of Notre Dame.

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The tide is high but I’m holdin’ onI’m gonna be your number one
I’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh noIt’s not the things you do that tease and hurt me badBut it’s the way you do the things you do to meI’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no
The tide is high but I’m holdin’ onI’m gonna be your number one, number one
Ev’ry girl wants you to be her manBut I’ll wait my dear till it’s my turnI’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no
The tide is high but I’m holdin’ onI’m gonna be your number one, number one, number one
Ev’ry girl wants you to be her manBut I’ll wait my dear till it’s my turnI’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no
The tide is high but I’m holding onI’m gonna be your number one, number one, number one
The tide is high but I’m holding onI’m gonna be your number oneThe tide is high but I’m holding onI’m gonna be your number oneThe tide is high but I’m holding onI’m gonna be your number oneThe tide is high but I’m holding onI’m gonna be your number one
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: John Kenneth Holt / Tyrone Evans
The Tide Is High lyrics © Music Sales Corporation
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© 2022 BS

Flower of the Day – Sunflower

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Flower of the Day – Sunflower

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My daughter sent me this photo of a giant sunflower yesterday after they’d visited a sunflower farm. Looks like a bug wanted in the photo, too. 🙂

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

https://ceenphotography.com/2022/08/27/fotd-august-24-dahlia-3/

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2022 BS