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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 48

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 48

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As the sparkling stars slowly faded to the new dawn, Steve awakened alone. He thought he’d had a very vivid dream, but as he shifted on the couch, the suede journal fell to the floor. Seeing it, Steve remembered it was not a dream.

“Ghost?” he called out into the quiet of the house. He smelled coffee ready in the kitchen, so made his way in to get a steaming mug. Ghost must have gotten up earlier, but where was he? He went to look in both bedrooms, but Ghost wasn’t there. The back room door was still closed like they’d left it, and the bathroom was empty, save for the broken glass. Coming back into the living room, Steve noticed the front door open, so he went over, pushing the squeaky screen door.

Ghost was wrapped in a soft blanket from his bed, sitting on the old porch swing, with his own mug of coffee. The swing was slowly rocking back and forth, while Ghost just watched the sun rise behind the pine trees, turning the sky a soft pink. Steve’s heart melted at such a serene image. He hated to break the spell, but he knew Ghost already knew he was there watching him, and what was in his heart. He went over and sat beside Ghost. Neither said anything for a few minutes.

“You okay?” Steve asked, in a hushed voice.

Ghost shrugged his shoulder, and nodded. “I guess so.”

Steve nodded, “If you want to talk about it…”

“Not now, Steve. I just need to think it in my head awhile first,” Ghost explained.

But then, a few minutes later, he seemed to be talking out loud to himself. Steve knew this wasn’t the time to make a comment, or interrupt Ghost’s train of thought. He needed to work it out in his own way. So, he just listened. Ghost’s way of thinking about things was always fascinating to Steve. Even mundane things would take on an air of intrigue and mystery, when subjected to Ghost’s weird, magical way of thinking. This was no different, but way more important.

“I wish she’d have told me from the start…too hard…I know about hard…everything is too hard…I hate that word…hard…it’s a stupid word. Wish it didn’t be about me, and everything’s so hard.

I wasn’t supposed to be here…guess that’s when the hard started…why I do things weird, and it’s hard to do things normal. I never was normal…ever…and it’s hard to know stuff like that.” He looked off into the distance, and sighed.

“Why didn’t they want me? I would have loved them, but now they’ll never know…and I’ll never know. Should’a just let me go back to wherever I came from and start over. Livin’ is too hard this time…being dead is easier…but, I don’t want to be dead yet. Steve’ll help me not be dead yet, he loves me…and I have Steve to love. That is enough, isn’t it?”

Ghost looked at Steve, then, and asked, “Isn’t it enough, Steve?”

Steve was astounded by what he’d heard, and he pulled Ghost close, in a fierce hug, and said, “Yes, Ghost…our love for each other is enough!”

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Steve watched, as Ghost took their mugs inside to get more coffee. He was thinking his own thoughts. Ghost probably did suffer a brain injury at birth, that caused him to not know about numbers, and why everything came hard for him, in so many ways. His psychic gift was inherited, so that was a good thing to have, his amazing way with words and songs, and that voice like no other, well…that was just God given talent. You get some bad stuff, and you get some good stuff…guess that’s how it goes.

He was kind of surprised at Ghost’s reaction, or rather, non-reaction to reading the journal. He was kind of too calm, after the big build up of trying to find it. He didn’t want to think too hard on it just yet. He might jinx it, and maybe he should be ready for Ghost to one day completely lose it, when everything sinks in. He dreaded that happening.

Ghost came back out then, and said to Steve, “I don’t plan on freaking out on you. It wouldn’t change anything. I know about everything now…all that happened a long time ago. I am who I am, and for whatever reason, I turned out this way, and it’s okay. I pretty much like who I am, and plan on staying here to drive you crazy as long as I can.” He grinned his lopsided grin, his broken tooth showing. “Here’s your coffee. What’re we doing today, anyway?”

“Oh, shit, Ghost…I forgot to go to work! Terry will fire me for sure!”

“Guess it’s too late now, huh? Guess you have to stay home with me all day, and I’ll get to bug you.” Ghost smiled, and then, “You have to clean up the broken mirror, too, ’cause I’m still scared there’s a spider. Now I know why I hate them. They put creepy cobwebs all over me!”

“Yeah, I’d hate them too, if that happened to me,” said Steve.

They didn’t have a phone, so Steve couldn’t call in sick, and he wasn’t going to walk in to town to tell Terry he wasn’t coming to work, so they just continued talking. Steve did wonder about the bank vault with Ghost’s money in it. He wondered how much there really was. Money didn’t ever seem to matter much to Miz Deliverance, and it meant absolutely nothing to Ghost. Where would she have gotten lots of money from, anyway? She sold a few potions sometimes, but he never saw any evidence of income. Maybe she’d inherited it. He didn’t know, but she’d asked him to manage it for Ghost, so he needed to find out. Maybe he would soon.

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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.

 

Throwback Thursday – Slang

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Throwback Thursday – Slang

For today’s prompt we are to remember back to some of the words we used or that were trending during the past days. Thanks, Lauren!

https://lssattitudeofgratitude.wordpress.com/2022/09/22/throwback-thursday-57-what-you-say/

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What were the words you would have used to describe something cool or popular?

I’d say something was cool or neat or super – and I still use those words today.

How about those things that were uncool?

Probably I’d say it was a bummer.

What were the hairstyles of the day?

I’ve been through lots of hairstyles, early on my mom kept me with a short hair curly permanent. I hated it. When I got older I had my hair done in a flip (ends turned up) or a pageboy (ends turned under). Then there were the long, straight and ironed hair style for a long time. Later still was the shag (layered), and now it’s back to long and straight. I went through lots of dyed colors too, for a lot of years.

Did they have a name everyone used to reference them?

**see above answer

What were the styles of the time?

Younger days we wore dresses, knee socks, penny loafers, bobby socks, saddle shoes. Teen years I wore bell bottom jeans, tie dyed shirts, beads, leather, and peasant blouses. Sometimes granny dresses. (except at school where we still had to wear conservative dresses – no jeans or slacks allowed).

What word would you have used to describe something distasteful?

We’d probably call it gross or groady. I still do.

What about peers you were not fond of or were not part of your tribe?

I can’t recall calling other groups of people anything.

Any phrases you remember that were used (or overused)?

Peace (which I still use now), far out, groovy, right on, flower power, good vibes

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2022 BS

Flower of the Day – Cotton Bolls

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Flower of the Day – Cotton Bolls

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It’s cotton harvest time here. These cotton bolls show up in the floral departments to use in arrangements this time of year. I like how they look, and adds a local touch, too.

  

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These are cotton bolls. They are sometimes used in flower arrangements to add a bit of interest, especially around here. We have fields after fields of cotton growing. In the fall they look like fields of snow. Then they harvest the cotton and take it to the gin for processing.

Here’s a partial quote from Wiki about our cotton: “…The Lubbock area is the largest contiguous cotton-growing region in the world…”

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

https://ceenphotography.com/2022/09/22/fotd-september-22-iris-iceland-poppies/#like-64703

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2022 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 47

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 47

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They sat there on the old, familiar couch, looking at the journal Ghost’s grandmother wanted them to read. Steve sighed, thinking of what Ghost had said about words, and how powerful they could be.

He knew all too well what words could do to a person. He’d used words to hurt people, and to make people laugh, and cry, and get mad. And, people had used words against him…and most definitely against Ghost. And those words hurt…hurt bad. Ghost used words to evoke emotions in his song lyrics. They touched the soul of everyone who heard them. Every song had underlying meanings…some only that they shared together, others meant for more.

“I know what words can do, Ghost,” Steve said. “This here is a book of words that your grandmother wanted you to have, and to read. There’s some reason she wanted to write it down, instead of saying it to you in person. Maybe to make it more real…instead of spoken into the air to be lost and forgotten.

This you can hold in your hands and get a feeling from it. You know you can, and will, and she knew that, too. I don’t think she wanted you to be afraid of what she wrote. It’s just a way of her explaining something important.”

Steve stopped and looked at Ghost, who was leaning against him. He could feel Ghost’s warm breath on his arm, as he held the book. Ghost put out his hand and touched the suede…he closed his eyes and ‘felt’ the subtle vibrations, as only he could. Emotions crossed his face. Steve knew he was ‘reading’ the words that were not written on paper. It was like he was listening to someone unseen. He’d frown, then nod, then murmur unintelligible words, and smile…and a tear would fall.

Then, Ghost opened his eyes and nodded to Steve. He was ready to open the journal. Steve kissed the top of Ghost’s head, and said, “It’s okay, Ghost…we’ll do it together.”

So, they opened the cover, and the first page just said…”To My Ghost Child”.

They turned the cream colored paper.

“Ghost if you are reading this, then I have left this world and begun my journey in the next. Don’t be sad for me. I’m ready to see what happens . I am still with you in spirit, and will look in on you from time to time. You can call on me any time.

And, Steve…this is for you, too. I know you are reading this with Ghost. You are his strength and protector…and, it has always been.”

Steve’s eyes widened…he didn’t expect he’d be mentioned. Ghost was nodding his head, “Yes”.

“Some of this is hard for me to write,” his grandmother’s words continued, “but, I need you to understand, this is part of your story of life, and you should know of it. By now, I would hope that my old friend from back home in the mountains, has given you the two photographs. You must have sensed who was pictured there…and, you are right. The tiny baby is you, Ghost. The only photo I have of you then. The other photo is of your mother, my daughter, Aurora. She was only fifteen when this picture was taken…and she did not live to see sixteen.

What I’m about to tell you is hard for me. She was a sweet girl, but headstrong, and wanted her independence. She fell in love with your father, and you were conceived. His name was Zen, and he was fifteen, also. He came from a village about thirty miles away. I met him once…the day he took your mother away. I do not have a picture, but he looked a lot like you, too.

They were both so young…too young, to be in the situation they were in. They were not ready to have a baby, and they would not listen to anyone’s advice. So one day, he met her up at our place…out in the barn…and…and…this is so hard to remember, Ghost…they terminated her pregnancy. She was only about six months along. They aborted you, Ghost. You were so premature, I don’t know how you even lived.

So, afterward, with her, weak and scared, they left on his motorcycle. That’s when I first saw him. She only said she got rid of it, and she was leaving with him. That was the last I ever saw my daughter. Later that night, word came that there was a terrible accident on the twisty mountain road, and they were both killed. I was in anguish over everything. I went outside, just watching the sky, knowing there had to be two more bright stars up there.

I walked by the barn, and that’s when I heard a soft cry. It was you, Ghost. You had not died. You were never supposed to be here, but you were! I got the lantern, and searched, finally finding you, a tiny little thing, lying in the hay. It had been awhile before I found you, and in that time, a spider had woven a web over you. I brushed it off, and the spider ran across your face. I screamed at it to go away. Then, I took you into the house. If I hadn’t found you when I did, I don’t think you’d be alive today.

I did what I could for you. You were so pale and fragile, almost translucent. All I could think of was the word, Ghost…because of how you looked, and how really, you may have been a ghost, if you hadn’t been found in time. So that’s what I named you. And, I loved you from the moment I saw you, and tried to do my best for you.

My friend told me I shouldn’t take you away from the mountains, but I wanted to try and let you see another side of things. I hope you understand. I know you have had a hard time, even from the start…but, Ghost, everything happens as it has been written. Your life’s path happens because it is meant to be. And, Steve, you are a part of Ghost’s life plan…in this life, in the past lives, and in future lives. Know this is true.

Make the most of what each day brings. I know there will be struggles, and there will be times of indescribable joy. So, do not look back in regret for anything. There are many lessons to be learned, as you walk the path together.

And, Ghost, one more thing. I know you are still living in the old house. I left it to you to do with as you want. I know I led an unconventional lifestyle, and that is all you were exposed to, but do not be afraid to explore the world and all it has to offer. For that to someday happen, I put away every bit of money I could spare, for your future. I know we lived very simply, and I pray it didn’t cause you harm. However, I managed to put away a nice amount. It is in a bank vault in Raleigh. The key is taped to the back cover of this journal. It should be enough to see you through, without want, for the rest of your days here. Please use it wisely, and in need. And Steve…I know you will help Ghost with this.

Please don’t be upset over what I have told you. I only wanted you to know the truth about everything, and to know how much you are loved, and how much you have meant to me. I love you, Grandmother.”

Ghost and Steve were both wiping tears from their faces by the end of the reading. This was beyond anything they’d ever imagined. Neither of them knew what to say to break the spell that had come over them…and so, they stayed in each other’s arms, eventually falling asleep, there on the old couch.

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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.

 

International Day of Peace – 2022

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International Day of Peace – 2022

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Wishing everyone Peace during these trying times. ❤

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“When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.” —Jimi Hendrix

“Give Me Love (Give Me Peace On Earth)”, by George Harrison, was released from his album, “Living In the Material World”, in 1973. It was written by George Harrison, and is on the Apple label.

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“Until he extends the circle of his compassion to all living things, man will not himself find peace.” ― Albert Schweitzer

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“Let Your Love Flow”, by the Bellamy Brothers, was released in 1976. It was written by Larry E. Williams, and is on the Warner Bros/Curb label.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2022 BS

Share Your World

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Share Your World

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/09/20/share-your-world-19th-september-plus-1/

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1.   Are you an early riser or late starter to the day?

Somehow I’ve become an early riser. We get up at about 4 a.m. every day. I don’t know why it happened, because normally I’ve always been a night owl. Maybe when the Mr. retired we just kept on with his schedule when he had to go to work. Used to I’d be up past midnight. Now, bedtime is around 9:30 p.m.

2.  Do you adopt Breakfast like a king, Lunch like a prince and Dine like a Pauper

We have a normal sized breakfast, a medium sized lunch, and a larger meal at dinner time.

3.  Do you have a sweet or savoury tooth?

I like both sweet and savoury (salty) snacks, but I can’t really have sugary things now, just an occasional bite, so that’s not fun.

4.  Would you prefer a hot relaxing bath or a massage (remember, family friendly people!)?

I’d rather have the bath, that is if I could get into and out of a tub. I’d never ever want a massage.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2022 BS

Fandango’s Story Starter – Imposter

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Fandango’s Story Starter – Imposter 

https://fivedotoh.com/2022/09/20/fandangos-story-starter-64/

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https://fivedotoh.com/2022/09/13/fandangos-story-starter-63/

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I’m combining last week’s and this week’s story starter phrases, since I forgot to post last week’s! 🙂

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When he decided to spy on his wife, the last thing he expected was to discover that she…

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When he decided to spy on his wife, the last thing he expected was to discover that she was a shape shifter.

Becoming suspicious, he followed her one late night as she left the bed, heading to the back patio. As he peered through the curtain he was astounded. Slowly she felt around the top of her head and began unzipping all the way down, revealing her true self … her reptilian form.

 

He hadn’t realized that he had past the point of no return until…

She slowly turned toward him, stabbed him with her hypnotic lizard eyes, and pointed her talon at him.

Paralyzed with fear, he could only listen as she spewed some strange sounding words into the night air. The meaning was clear, though.

“Tell no one and you will continue living.”

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2022 BS