Monthly Archives: January 2023

Bloganuary – Sunset


Bloganuary – Sunset Bloganuary Logo and Wordmark

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Today’s a great day to blog, and the Bloganuary prompt is:

Where is the best place to watch the sunset near you?


This is the final Bloganuary prompt. It’s been fun to do, but I did miss a few. Thanks for visiting and your comments.


For me, the best place to see a sunset is right here at home, looking to the west as the sun goes down. There is always a beautiful twilight here, of bright orange and yellow skies above the land on the horizon, with bare tree branches silhouetted in black. This was taken quite a few years ago, but we see the brilliant sunsets quite often.

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© 2023 BS


Final Just Jot It January – Write


Final Just Jot It January – Write


our prompt for JusJoJan January 31st 2023, is “write.” Use the word “write” any way you’d like. Have fun!


This is the final Just Jot It January 2023. Thank you to Linda, our hostess, and to all the bloggers who provided daily prompt words. It was a lot of fun. Thanks to everyone who visited here. I appreciate all the likes and comments. ❤


Here’s a picture of one of my little notebooks, turned to a blank page. But, I’ve written on the page, ‘just write’, and there is a pen laying across the pages.

That’s the best advice I’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard it from many sources. If you want to write, then just do it. It doesn’t have to be pen and paper. It could be on a computer or phone.

If you have thoughts about things, if you want to express your opinion on things, if you want to remember certain things in your life, or you want to try to write stories or poems. Whatever you feel like doing, just write.

There are lots of times you can write. You don’t have to just sit for hours at a desk. I know I’ve written in the middle of the night at the kitchen table in the dark, with only the flashes of lightning showing me the page. I’ve written in the hospital, still affected with anesthesia a bit. I’ve written while waiting in all kinds of waiting rooms, on airplane trips on the plane, and in the waiting area, I’ve written things while in the car in the drive thru lane waiting my turn at the speaker, and while on the phone waiting for the ‘next available operator’, because sometimes that is a long wait!

You can find inspiration for things to write about anywhere. Vignettes of your life, your experiences now and past remembrances, your hobbies, from watching others as you go about your day, or even just making up fun stories. It all counts.

If you were meant to be a writer, you will find the time to write no matter what.



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© 2023 BS

This Is Your Life


This Is Your Life


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The two mad scientists are mesmerized and frightened when … they turned on the television and saw themselves and their friends.

To celebrate a scientific article they co-wrote and published, they were holding a small party in their apartment. When someone turned on the television to watch an old episode of Star Trek, they were instead tuned into a brand new sit-com series. It was called, “The Big Bang Theory”, and somehow they and their friends were the actors.

Except they weren’t acting. They were living their normal, though wacky, lives. All their interactions, had been secretly videotaped for many months. They didn’t know who’d done it, or where the camera was, but they all were fascinated and couldn’t  stop watching.

The big bang question was … would they continue to be filmed, or try to find out how and why someone did this?


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© 2023 BS


Flower of the Day – Sunshine Yellow


Flower of the Day – Sunshine Yellow



Here’s a yellow bud of a Chrysanthemum, and pretty green leaves, and some full blooms.


For Cee’s Flower of the Day:


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Bloganuary – Two Posts


Bloganuary – Learning Bloganuary Logo and Wordmark

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Today’s a great day to blog, and the Bloganuary prompt is:

What is something you learned recently?


I learned that the phrase ‘throw in the towel’ was coined from the sport of boxing. The trainer/coach actually throws a towel into the boxing ring when he wants the bout to end.


What would you title the chapters of your autobiography?


I came, I saw, I wrote about it.  or

Childhood, Teen Years, Married with Children, Travel, Writing & Reading


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© 20223 BS


Just Jot It January – Canine


Just Jot It January – Canine

Today’s prompt word is suggested by Dawn

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 30th 2023, is “canine.” Use the word “canine” any way you’d like. Enjoy!


Canine is a word used for dogs.

I’ve had a lot of dogs, but don’t have any now.

Here’s a list of them: I’ve written in a notebook all I remember about each one. But, this is just a list of their names.

Cindy – a black and white Cocker Spaniel

King  – a black mixed breed

Trouble – a brown mixed breed

Skipper – an English Springer Spaniel

Stormy – a white mixed breed

Dusty – a white mixed breed

Sam – a mixed Beagle

Freckles – a black & white Springer Spaiel

Bridget – an AKC Basset Hound

Maggie – an AKC Basset Hound

Ginger – an AKC Basset Hound

Bud – a mixed black Lab

Weasel – a mixed Basset Hound

We also had Misty (part bulldog) and Trixie (AKC Pomeranian) when I was a teen, but they were my sister’s dogs.


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© 2023 BS

Share Your World


Share Your World


1. Do you consider yourself to be romantic?  … No, never

2. Do you send cards on Valentine’s Day? … Yes, to my grand-kids

3. Would you spend a considerable amount of money on a single red rose for your beloved? … No, he doesn’t care anything about getting flowers for himself.

4. What is your idea of a romantic evening? .. At home, eating supper on a TV tray, watching an old sitcom, and reading a book.


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© 2023 BS

Flower of the Day – Yellow Daffodils


Flower of the Day – Yellow Daffodils


Wishing winter was over and spring was already here.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. ~  Hal Borland


For Cee’s Flower of the Day:


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© 2023 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 99


Two Souls: Into the Fire # 99

warning … adult content


Trying to settle down, after finding signs that Trevor and Zach had been prowling around their house, Steve was scrounging around in the refrigerator to find something to eat.

“Guess I’ll go in to help out Terry, in the shop, tomorrow. I guess I still work there…sorta. You got any plans?”

He found bologna, cheese, and bread, and put them out on the table. Ghost made himself a sandwich, too.

“Well, if you’ll drop me off in town, I’ll get the pictures printed out, then I can get started on the book,” Ghost said.

“Okay, you gonna hang around until I get off work, or what?” Steve asked.

“Maybe, but when are you coming back home?”

“I don’t know, Ghost…whenever I get ready to.”

“Well, guess I’ll just get the pictures, then walk back here. I don’t want to run into Trevor and Zach, ya know.”

“Oh, I still have some of that smoke Terry gave me…ya wanna go out back?” Steve asked. He was done eating, already.

“Yeah, just let me finish this, then I’ll get my jacket. It’s getting cold out.”

Steve went to get his own jacket, and the weed. “Ready?” he asked as he came back to the kitchen.

“Does it look like I’m ready?” Ghost asked, through a mouthful of food.

“Well, bring it with you, c’mon,” Steve said, as he threw Ghost’s jacket over the chair.

They made their way by moonlight, down the path, to the graveyard. Leaning up against their usual headstone, Steve lit up, took a long toke, and passed it over to Ghost.

“Ahh, I needed that,” Steve said. “I’ve been all tensed up.

Ghost leaned his head back, to look at the moon. “It’ll be a full moon in a few days…ya know, it always is at Halloween.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked, looking up, too.

A slight breeze blew some dry leaves around in a little whirlwind.

“Listen…” Ghost said, as he sat up.

“What is it?” Steve asked.

“Shh…it’s kinda a scritching sound.” Ghost turned his head back and forth to better sense where the sound was coming from. Then he grabbed Steve’s arm, almost knocking the joint out of Steve’s fingers.

“Watch it, Ghost!” Steve said, frowning.

“It’s Nothing!” Ghost whispered.

They both stared at the back of the graveyard, which was in almost total darkness. Only when the breeze ruffled the tree branches, did slivers of moonlight filter through. The shadows seemed to writhe around.

“Do you still hear it?” Steve asked.

“No, but I swear I did, Steve. I don’t see anything though, and I don’t sense anybody trying to talk to me.”

“Shit, Ghost…it’s probably just from smoking. You’re imagining things,” Steve breathed a sigh of relief, and settled back…his pounding heart, slowing down.

“Yeah, guess so,” Ghost said.

“Well, if you hear it again, I’m outta here.”

They stayed awhile longer. A fog began to form, making everything damp.

“I gotta go in, Steve, my butt’s getting wet from sitting on this grass, and now I think I feel ticks crawling on me,” Ghost said, shuddering as his teeth began chattering from the chill.

“Yeah, let’s go in. We got rid of that Nothing bloodsucker, but these ticks out here are almost as bad.” Steve stood up, holding out his hand to help Ghost up.

Ghost kept looking out over the graveyard. “Maybe we should go check…see if he’s trying to get out.”

“Are you crazy? There’s no way in hell we’re going over there, Ghost. Not tonight, anyway.” Steve picked his way through the crosses and R.I.P markers, and back to the house, Ghost close behind.

Immediately on entering the house, Ghost went to change into sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt. He grabbed a blanket, and came out to sit on the couch. Steve did the same, after fixing them both a bowl of cereal. He flipped on the tv.

“What’cha trying to find?” Ghost asked.

“Something…anything…” Steve always complained about tv reception. They were too far out to get cable, and so they didn’t often even turn on the set. He flipped through the three channels they could sometimes get, finding static on one, a horror movie, that kept fading in and out, and the local news on the third.

“Wait…stop there!” Ghost said. The newscaster was reporting a missing person. “They’re talking about Nothing!” Ghost looked at Steve.

“Crap…that Zach…he’s done reported him missing, I’ll bet. Well, we don’t know nothing about it, ya hear me, Ghost?”

Ghost nodded, and turned the tv off. “This just gets worse and worse. What if they make us take a lie detector test, Steve?”

Steve snorted, “That’s not gonna happen. Nobody suspects us of anything, so why would they do that? I’m tired of thinking about it..I’m going to bed.”

Ghost stayed up a little longer, trying to push his mind into the near future, hoping to see what was going to happen, but it wasn’t working. “Too much smoke in my brain,” he muttered, as he went on to bed, too.


Zach and Trevor were back at the house on Violin Road. Trevor was trying to draw in his sketchbook. Zach was practicing a song, and doing rock star poses.

“What does this one look like, Trev?” he asked for the millionth time.

Trevor glanced up. “It looks good, Zach. All your moves look good, ’cause you’re so cute,” he smiled.

“C’mon man, I’m not trying to be cute. I’m supposed to be rad, like aaggh!” He made his hands into horn shapes.

Trevor laughed, “Well, ya got that part right, but you’re still cute.”

Zach smiled, “I know.” He went back to his song.

“Hey, Zach, what do ya think happened to Nothing? He’s still missing. Nobody’s heard from him.”

“I know, but something may turn up, now that we reported it. I kinda feel bad about saying this, but…well, I hope he gets found and all, but, he’s kinda weird. I don’t think we need him as our manager, anyway. I can do all that stuff, ya know.”

Trevor nodded in agreement. “Well, if he shows up, you can tell him to get lost, again, how ’bout that?”

“Okay, I will,” Zach said. “I still think Steve and Ghost know something about it. I plan on talking to them, next time I see them. Aren’t they supposed to play at the club this Saturday night?”

“Oh, yeah, guess we better go check them out,” Trevor said.


Monday morning, Steve actually got up early. “C’mon, Ghost,” he said, as he went in to wake him. “Are you going with me or not?”

“I’m going…or I’m gonna be going…when are you going?” Ghost asked.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m going when I finish getting ready…so get up.”

“I need coffee,” Ghost said, as he burrowed deeper into his blankets.

“Then get up and get it. I’ve got a couple more things to do, then I’m leaving…with or without ya,” Steve said, as he left the room.

Ghost dragged himself down the hallway, yawning. “Why ya wanna go so early, anyway?”

“Because I don’t want to be late, and you always make me late,” Steve said. “You going like that?” he asked, when he saw what Ghost had slept in…just his oversize tie-dyed t-shirt and knee socks.

Ghost looked down at his clothes. “Yep, does it bother you?”

“No, but you might not want to go flashing the whole town,” Steve laughed.

“Fine, I’ll get ready,” Ghost said, as he took his coffee back to his room.

“Hurry up!” Steve hollered.

When Ghost came back out, Steve was already in the car, revving the engine, listening to how it was running. “Gotta get a tune-up, soon, ” he said, as Ghost got in the car. He had his second cup of coffee in his hand, and it sloshed over and onto his jeans.

“You’re a mess, Dude,” Steve said. He drove down the gravel drive, and onto the dirt track, toward the main road.

“Slow down, Steve,” Ghost said, as more coffee spilled on him. Steve was hitting ruts, making the car jolt.

“Just hang on, we’ll be at the road in a minute. Did you get your camera?”

“Camera?” Ghost asked, then remembered. “Oh, crap, I forgot it. You have to go back, Steve.”

“You’re joking, right? It’s not in your backpack?”

Ghost felt around in the bag. “No, it’s not here…go back.”

“Dammit, Ghost,” Steve said, but turned the car around to go back to the house. “Go get it, then.”

Ghost set his coffee on the dash, and ran back to get his camera. Steve closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, taking deep breaths.

“Okay, I got it, we can go now,” Ghost said, getting back in the car.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, then started the car again. This time they made it all the way into town. Steve dropped Ghost off at the drugstore, then went on over to the Whirling Disc.


Next Part Coming soon


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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.