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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 181

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 181

Warning … adult content

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Steve finished watching the tv show, then made Ghost a sandwich, for when he got out of the shower. When Ghost did finish, and come out, he was naked, except for a towel wrapped low on his hips, and he was drying his hair with another. Steve watched him. He’s such a skinny little bitch…eats like a horse, hungry all the time, and never gains any weight. And, I’ve gained some lately…hope I don’t squish him, when I lay on him… That gave him a familiar stirring, at the thought of laying on Ghost, fresh and warm from his shower. I need to get him dirty, again…like now… He licked his lips.

Ghost looked up, just then…”What?”

Steve grinned. “Come here…”

“Why?” Ghost grinned, as he backed up down the hallway.

“‘Cause I want you,” Steve said, getting up from the couch, and slowly walking toward him.

“You have to catch me first,” Ghost said, turning, and running for the bedroom.

Steve ran after him, tackling him onto the bed. The smell of Ghost’s freshly washed body, and wet hair made Steve ache with need. He turned Ghost over to face him, and kissed him deeply, as the towel fell away. They spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, exploring each other as if it was the first time. Finally, exhausted, they fell asleep.

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After breakfast the next morning, they got ready to go visit Kinsey and Terry.

“Do you think they’ll look different?” Ghost asked.

“Huh? Why would they look different?” Steve asked.

“Oh, ’cause they’ve been gone, and people and things change all the time, ya know…every day even,” Ghost said. “You know when we were on our road trip, and then we came back? Our house looked different…changed. It took a few days to get used to it again. And even then, Kinsey and Terry was changed a little. We had to get used to them again, too. Didn’t you notice it, Steve?”

Steve thought a few minutes. “Yeah, I see what you mean. I never thought much about it before, though.”

“Uh-huh, everything changes. Sometimes just a little bit, so you hardly notice, but if you don’t see someone for awhile, it’s easy to see,” Ghost explained.

Steve nodded, “Guess we’ll see in a minute then, ’cause we’re here.” He had just pulled into a parking space, behind the Yew.

“Wait…” Ghost said. “They’ll see us, too, and see that we’re changed.”

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, so what? If what you’re saying happens to everyone, then yeah, we changed to them, too.”

Frowning, Ghost said, “But it’s too weird, Steve…’cause I didn’t see you changing.” Ghost was looing a bit worried, now.

“Dude, you brought it up…what’s the problem?” Steve asked.

“I just feel itchy.”

“Huh?”

Ghost scratched at his arms. “I think I can feel myself changing, and it itches me.”

Steve gave him a look. “Get out of the car, Ghost…you’re obsessing over this…just stop it.”

“Don’t you feel itchy, Steve?” Ghost said, but got out of the car, anyway.

“No, and stop scratching…they’ll think ya got fleas.”

Steve pushed open the door to the Yew. Kinsey and Terry were sitting at a table talking. “There y’all are. Come on in, guys,” Kinsey said.

“Hey, Kinsey…Terry…good to see y’all made it back in one piece,” Steve said, pulling up a chair.

“Hey,” Ghost said, still scratching, as he stood by the table.

Terry and Kinsey looked at him. “Pull up a chair, Ghost,” Terry said.

“I can’t right now,” Ghost said.

Kinsey looked over at Steve. “Why? What’s wrong with him?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “He’s itchy.”

“It’s ’cause I’m changing, Steve. Can’t you see that?”

“Well, go over yonder to do your changing, then,” said Steve, pointing to the other side of the room. “When you’re finished, you can come back and sit down. They want to tell us about their vacation.”

Ghost looked pouty, and heaved a sigh. “Fine, but don’t say anything good ’til I get back,” he said. He went over to his writing wall. He began to write about changing.

“What’s that all about?” asked Kinsey.

Steve explained, and they all laughed.

“Stop laughing…it’s real,” Ghost hollered over at them.

“Good to see you, Steve…even if you have changed,” said Terry. “Thanks for looking after my place.”

“Yeah, same here,” Kinsey said.

“No problem…it was pretty quiet here, while you were gone,” Steve said.

“It’s good to be back home. We had a great vacation, though. We sure needed that break, for sure,” said Kinsey.

“When do ya plan on opening up the club, again?” Steve asked.

“I’m hoping to by the weekend. I’ll have to order fresh supplies in here, then it’s back to business, as usual.”

Steve nodded. “We were planning on doing a show, soon. Do you figure this Saturday…or should we wait until the next one?”

“Let’s have it a week from this Saturday,” Kinsey said. “Sound good?”

“Yeah, we need to rehearse a little…get in the groove again,” Steve said, then looked at Terry. “You gonna get with R. J. and let him know?”

Terry nodded. “Yeah, I’ll let him know. You can get back with us with the details.”

Ghost came back over to the table, and sat down.

“Ya through changing?” Steve asked, a smirk on his face.

“No, not yet, but I feel left out. I want to hear about the places y’all went.”

“We had a lot of good times,” Kinsey said. “Let me go get my camera, I’ll show ya some pictures.” He went upstairs to get it. When he got back, they all looked, while Kinsey gave a run-down on what and where they were. “I’ll get some of these printed out and hang them up in here, so everyone can see.”

“I got some too,” Terry said. “Look, here’s one at Disneyland. We were on this roller coaster. Kinsey screamed the whole ride. This one was just before it took off.” He and the others laughed.

“Here’s us at the Statue of Liberty. I wanted to go to the top, but Kinsey didn’t want to walk that far.” They looked through more, and finally saw one of Kinsey with his catch, from the deep sea fishing trip.

“That sure was fun,” Kinsey said.

“Did ya eat it?” Ghost asked.

“No, we threw them back.”

“Good,” Ghost said.

They talked awhile longer, then got up to leave. Terry, Steve and Ghost walked over to the record shop. “I’ll let ya know for sure what we’re playing, by tomorrow, Terry,” Steve said. “We should have a run through, sometime in the next few days.”

“Okay, just let me know. I’ll give R. J. a head’s up,” Terry said.

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Steve drove off down the highway toward home. “We really need to get this show figured out,” he said. “Lots to do…decide our songs, get the flyers made up, practice, make sure all the CDs and books are ready and haul them over to the club.” He kept itemizing things.

“So, who’s gonna sell our stuff, if we’re all on stage?” Ghost asked.

“This made Steve stop and think a minute. “Ya know, I never thought about that.”

“Well, if we’re all playing the show, and Kinsey is busy with the bar stuff, who’s left?” Ghost asked.

“Maybe we can just set them up at one end of the bar, and Kinsey can ring up a sale, when he does the beer sales?” Steve  said.

Ghost shrugged, “I don’t know…maybe. Or one of the kids could help out…or just put a box for the money and they can stuff it in when they buy one?”

Sighing, Steve said, “This is getting complicated…not like I pictured it, at all.”

“Well, Steve, I’m out of ideas. You think of something, then,” Ghost said.

Just then the car lurched to the side, and the familiar flap, flap sound of a flat tire resonated through the car. Steve pulled over and stopped.

“Damn it,” he yelled, and pounded the steering wheel.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

Fibbing Friday – Boats ? Or Not

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Fibbing Friday – Boats ? Or Not

This weekly challenge presents some questions that we are to give wrong answer to. It’s all in fun.

To join in this weekly challenge, and see other entries, just click the link below:

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2021/07/30/fibbing-friday-30th-july/

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1. What is a skiff? … A skiff is part of a musical number, repeated off and on through out the song. 🎵

2. What is a liner? … A liner can be two things – a make up eye liner, or a magic marking pen.

3. What is a ferry? … A ferry is a little imaginary creature that flies around granting wishes. Click to view

4. What is a destroyer? … Oh no! This is the evil murder hornet!

5. What is a cruiser? … A cruiser is a type/shape of a certain disposable diaper or nappie.

6. What is a galleon? … A galleon is a jug of milk. Click to view

7. What is a pedlow? … A pedlow is a toddler’s little push car he rides around in.

8. What is a kayak? … A kayak is a goat that lives high up in the mountains on the cliffs. Click to view

9. What is a schooner? … A schooner is an elongated glass dish used to make banana splits in.

10. What is a coracle? … A coracle is the name given for a children’s choir.

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July Squares – Trees – Applique

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July Squares – Trees – Applique Squares Logo

https://beckybofwinchester.com/2021/07/29/tree-square-29/

This is a month long challenge, hosted by Becky of “The Life of B”.

This month’s theme is trees – and here is where you find the main details https://beckybofwinchester.com/square-daily-photo-challenge/
The most important rule of this challenge is that your photo Must be Square!

To join in, find out the details, and see other entries, just click the above link. It’s fun! 🙂

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I’ll also be adding a song to go along with the photo in one way or another.

Enjoy!

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Can you count the trees on the full length photo? There are 4! I think they represent the four seasons of winter, autumn, spring, and summer. 🙂

This is a real pretty appliqued  fabric. It has a blue house, and blue sky, and lots of other details. There are clouds, other houses, cows, ladies in bright skirts, and trees.

I don’t really know what you’d call this. Maybe a wall hanging, or maybe a table runner? It’s about 3 feet long and one foot wide. I got it at a yard sale one time. There was a little tag on it that said it was hand crafted in some island country. Sorry I can’t find the tag today. I still have it somewhere.

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Here is the full length: You can click on the photo to enlarge & see better details!

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“Tie a Yellow Ribbon”, by Tony Orlando and Dawn

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© 2021 BS

A I Poem – Fun & Strange

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A I Poem – Fun & Strange

https://artsexperiments.withgoogle.com/poemportraits?_ga=2.33161846.992826029.1556786810-799000725.1554196893

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Want to do something fun? Make a poem with the help of A I – Artificial Intelligence. Click the above link to try it out. Type in a word of your choice, and see what happens!

Here’s mine after 4 different words – ghost, moon, cat, strange.

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A ghost of light and stars are sounding. A shell and star can be the robins.

The moon shall be set; and the soft veil, the thunder of the stream of the wind was done

Our cat shall stand in spirit, emotional stars court the heavens of the world

Strange rings, this music which should have all the souls.

 

Black Cat on Apple iOS 14.6

 

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© 2021 BS

House # 21

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House # 21

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This is the second house we had in Levelland TX. I liked it a lot. It had three bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, garage, and one bathroom. There was an apple tree and an apricot tree in the big fenced in back yard, too.

This house was right across the street from a nice park, and just down the street from a graveyard.

The dogs would fight over the apples when the fruit dropped from the trees, as they loved eating them. When they heard one hit the ground they would race over to be the first to get it. haha. They never wanted the apricots, though.

One day we heard a big crash, and a big hawk had crashed into our front window. He was okay, but a little stunned. The Mr. gathered him up and took him over to the park, setting him up on a tree branch. He did finally fly way.

We lost one of the dogs who crossed the rainbow bridge, which was so sad. But we gained a black cat. I found the little kitten in a parking lot and brought him home. He was a good kitty.

I liked how the kitchen was done. It was separated from the dining area by a short bar, and the room was separate from the living room instead of being all one big area. More like an old fashioned farm house kitchen, I guess you’d say.

We were here for awhile, at least a year I’m sure. Funny my daughter reminded me of the addresses of this house and the last one was almost the same – one being 703 and one 307. I’d forgotten that.

Then, we tried again to get a house back in our home town of Lubbock. We went house hunting several weeks, as we were wanting to buy one. Finally, we did find one and signed the papers right before midnight that night. I think (not sure) that our GI loan time period was going to run out to use it at midnight of that last day when we signed.

Then came the part of moving I don’t like. Actually packing up everything and moving it. Ugh what a job!

But we did it, and the next house is the last one. We’ve been in the last one for over 20 years now. 🙂

 

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© 2021 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 180

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 180

Warning … adult content

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Still being wide awake, even at the late hour, Ghost made himself a cup of hot tea, with a preventative dose of headache powder in it, and a peanut butter sandwich. Taking a blanket, too, he went out front to settle in on the porch swing. Rocking back and forth, he looked up at the stars. Being so far from town, it was very dark at night, and they shone brightly in the sky. The tea and blanket warmed him, and he could faintly smell the incense he’d lit earlier, as it drifted out through the screen door. It was peaceful and quiet, and gave him time to think.

He didn’t really want to know what Steve was planning for his Christmas present, at least until it was time to know. He hoped he could not read Steve’s mind for awhile. He’d try, anyway. He was happy for the way the day had turned out, too, and he kept thinking of it. After awhile, he did go in to get ready for bed. He looked in on Steve, finding him sound asleep.

Grabbing his journal, he wrote about his day for awhile, then turned out the light. He was asleep in a matter of minutes.

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The next morning Steve was feeling good as new, and made a huge breakfast for them. He was singing to Spirit as he flipped pancakes. Ghost had awakened, and made his way down the hall to the kitchen doorway. He watched Steve for a few minutes; Steve didn’t know he was there. When he turned around, he jumped, as he saw Ghost standing there.

“Ghost…you scared me. How long ya been there?”

“Long enough to see ya dancing around.” Ghost laughed.

“Well, it’ll be ready in a few mintues. Sit down and I’ll fix you a plate.”

Ghost did, and Spirit jumped in his lap. Stroking the soft fur, Ghost asked the cat, in baby talk, “Did kitty get something to eat? Did silly ‘ol Steve give you a bite?”

Steve laughed, as he looked over at them. Ghost’s hair was a tangled mess, and the clothes he’d slept in were mismatched…baggy, flannel pj bottoms, printed with green and red Santa faces on a black background, an orange and blue striped t-shirt, turned inside out, and on his feet, he had the gag gift fuzzy, pink elephant slippers that Steve had gotten for him three years ago. Steve just shook his head in wonder.

“You look like something the cat dragged in. Did you even look at yourself?”

Ghost sneered and sipped his coffee, while shooting Steve the finger.

“Okay, okay,” Steve said. Still laughing, he put the plate of food in front of Ghost. “Here, eat,” he said. “You in a mood, today?”

“No, are you?”

“Yeah, a good one,” Steve said. “That remedy you gave me didn’t kill me, and it really did work.”

“Good,” Ghost said, through a mouthful of pancake. “I told ya.”

“So, I’m going secret shopping today, right after I eat,” Steve said. He looked at Ghost, seeing if he’d get a reaction.

“I’m trying real hard here, Steve…real hard.”

“Real hard?”

“Yeah, to block out your secret, happy shopping thoughts.”

“Oh, guess that’s why you’re not talking like a magpie this morning, huh?” Steve made a talking motion with his hand.

“Stop it…really…just hurry up and go already.”

“Yeah, I will. I’m done eating, anyway,” Steve said. He grabbed his keys, gave Ghost a hug and a kiss, and was out the door.

“Finally,” Ghost said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay, cat, we’ve got the house to ourselves. What’cha wanna do now?”

“Meow?”

“Yeah, me too. It’s TV time.” Ghost poured himself another cup of coffee, and settled on the couch with Spirit. Flipping the channels, he had fairly good reception this morning, on the three channels they had.

“Hmm, looks like we got a game show, cartoons, and a cooking show…what’cha think?”

“Meow?” Spirit kneaded the blanket on the couch.

“Okay, cartoons for us today.” Ghost laughed at the cat, and after watching a few minutes of the show, they both fell back asleep.

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Steve had left the house, heading down the highway to Raleigh. Sometimes he wished there was another big city that was closer, something different to drive toward, but he’d find what he wanted just fine, anyway. After going by the bank, he found the store he wanted, and went inside. Speaking to the store manager, he explained what he wanted for Ghost’s gift. He had a specific idea, and the owner said he’d have it finished in time for Christmas. He’d laughed at the string measure Steve had brought in, but assured Steve it was no problem.

Since this hadn’t taken very long, Steve just walked around the downtown area for awhile, looking at Christmas displays, and going into a couple of shops to buy a few more gifts. He wanted to get some more things for Ghost, and also something for Terry, Kinsey, Zach, and Trevor. His shopping done, he headed home. He hoped Ghost had managed okay,and that he could stop thinking about the gift, now.

He pulled up into his driveway. All was quiet. Opening the front door, he saw that Ghost and Spirit were sound asleep on the old couch. The TV was still playing cartoons, and it seemed they’d not moved at all since breakfast a few hours ago.

“Hey, wake up, Ghost,” he said, as he sat down beside him on the couch. “I’m back.”

“Huh?” Ghost rubbed his eyes. “Already?”

“Yeah, have you been asleep this whole time? It’s almost lunch time.”

“Mmm, I guess so.”

“Well, you can keep sleeping, if you want to. It’s fine with me, but I’m gonna get a sandwich. If you want one let me know,” Steve said. He went into the kitchen.

“Do we want one, Spirit?”

The cat just opened one eye, and didn’t get up.

“Yeah, me neither.” Ghost closed his eyes to try to go back to sleep.

Steve came back to the couch, with his sandwich, chips, and a drink.

“Scootch over some. I want to sit down and watch TV,” Steve said.

Ghost complained, but moved more to one end of the couch. Spirit had had enough, and stalked off to the bedroom. Steve flipped the channel from cartoons to a fishing show.

“Hey, we need to do that again,” he said. “Want to?”

“No, and be quiet, I’m sleeping,” Ghost said. Steve shrugged, and kept watching, but then the phone rang. He jumped up to get it from the kitchen where he’d left it.

It was Kinsey on the line. “Hey, Steve, we’re back home. We just got in to town.”

“Oh, hey Kinsey. You’re home?”

“Yep, I’m unpacking right now. Thanks for watching the club for me, and getting the mail. I’m beat, so I’m staying in tonight, but y’all come around tomorrow. I’ll tell ya all about the trip,” Kinsey said.

“Okay, we’ll do that. Glad you’re back.”

“Kinsey and Terry are home,” Steve told Ghost. “Let’s go over there tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Ghost mumbled. “I’m hungry, now, Steve. Fix me a sandwich.” He still had his eyes closed.

“Thought you were gonna sleep some more.”

“Well, I can’t with all this noise going on,” he said, as he sat up. “Never mind, I’ll get it myself.” He got up, and wobbled a little on his way to the bathroom.

Steve heard him yelling as he ran right back out. “What’s the matter?”

“There’s a crazy person in there. It looks like a berserk clown, with nasty hair,” Ghost said.

Steve started laughing.

“Why’d ya let me look so stupid, Steve?” He was laughing too, at himself.

“Oh, God, Ghost…you did that all on your own.”

Steve was still laughing at the berserk clown comment.

“Well, I gotta go fix myself,” Ghost said. He went back to start the water running for a shower.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2019 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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.

One Liner Wednesday

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One Liner Wednesday

https://lindaghill.com/2021/07/28/one-liner-wednesday-sports/

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Follow your inner moonlight ~ Don’t hide the madness … Allen Ginsberg

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The quote is by Allen Ginsberg – 6/3/26-4/5/97 – was a writer, one of the poets of the ‘beat’ generation, and an activist of the counterculture.

His quote, to me, would seem to apply to everyone. No matter what you are passionate about in your life, or your work, you should not hide your true feelings. In other words, be yourself…don’t fret about what other people think.

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