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Random Post # 19 – Wacky Week


Random Post # 19 – Wacky Week


I didn’t know it would turn out to be a wacky week, during the first few days. No premonitions, no hints, nothing to give me a head’s up about what was to come. Everything started out fine, if I remember right.

  • Saturday I’d sent some things over to a relative’s house to be sold in her garage sale. I made $10, so that was good.
  • Can’t remember which day it was next, but we had a thunderstorm with hail falling.
  • My computer quit working on Thursday morning. Ugh!
  • Put computer in repair shop on Friday. It got fixed and back home late Friday afternoon.
  • Saturday came another, larger thunderstorm, with lots of hail falling. At our house it was probably marble sized, but some parts of town got sizes from ping-pong ball, to baseball sized hail. Lots of damage in town. We just had some leaves beaten off the tree, and the street was running like a river from all the rain.
  • Also, Saturday, our washing machine quit working. The repair people won’t be here until late afternoon on Tuesday!
  • Sunday was pretty mild.
  •  Monday, I had tummy troubles. Blah!

And that’s how it went here. Hope you had a better week. 🙂

Some of the hail stones in the back yard


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Share Your World


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Share Your World – May 21, 2018

It’s time for a new set of questions from Cee, and answers from me! Click the above link to find out how you, too, can join in the fun. 🙂


What household chore do you absolutely enjoy doing? (can be indoor or outdoor)

Create a sentence with the words “neon green” and train”.

Other than your cell phone what can you always be found with?


  • I don’t absolutely enjoy doing any household chores! Since I have to pick something for this question, I’d say I don’t mind washing dishes. I wash them by hand all the time (our dishwasher quit working years ago, and I don’t miss using it)
  • Okay, let’s see… Laurel went by train to meet her good friend Yanny, who said she’d be wearing neon green deeley-boppers on her head, and a dress that might be black & blue, or maybe it would be white and gold. 🙂
  • Well, if I go somewhere I always have my purse/handbag with me. That does include having my cell phone, too, along with a bunch of other stuff. I’d also say I can pretty much always be found with my clothes on. I wear them indoors and outdoors. 🙂


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Escapist Coloring Club – Mid-Month May Update


Escapist Coloring Club – Mid-Month May Update

The Escapist Coloring Club Prompt – May 1, 2018


Thanks for hosting this fun Escapist Coloring Club, Linda! Why not join in! It’s creative and relaxing. Click the above link to find out how. 🙂


I know it is a little past mid-month May, but here’s what I’ve been coloring so far this month.

I did finish the vegetable basket, using the old pencils, I think. I may have done the basket in the new pencils I got. I had a great suggestion from Janet, about these Crayola Twistables pencils. They work so much better than those I had been using. Thanks so much, Janet! You can find her fun blog and coloring pages here:

So, I’ve been more in the mood to color the pages since I have these pencils, as they show up much better.

I finished the feathers last night, and the last photo is what I’ll be coloring next.



Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 1 – The Beginning


Two Souls: Into the Fire – The Beginning

Warning…adult content


Summary:   One is dark.

                      One is light.

                      Brought together by evil

                      and prejudice, they struggle

                      to make sense of their love and

                      their place in the world.

                                              TWO SOULS:   INTO THE FIRE

Cast of Characters:

Ghost…………………….21 year old psychic, pale skin, straight, long blond hair, sky blue eyes, thin, about 5’8″. Lead singer of “Lost Souls?”. Modern day hippie. Boyfriend of Steve Finn.


Steve Finn……………..22 year old rebel, black, shoulder length, curly hair, 6′ tall, thin, but muscular, dark brown eyes. Guitar player and singer of “Lost Souls?”. Boyfriend of Ghost.

Miz Deliverance……..Ghost’s Grandmother, deceased. Was an herbalist, some psychic abilities, thought of as a kook or a witch.

Kinsey……………………Owner of the Sacred Yew, Missing Mile, North Carolina’s only club. 65 years old, 6’1″ tall, salt and pepper hair worn in short, low ponytail. Friend and mentor to Steve and Ghost.

Terry………………………40 years old, blond wavy hair below ears, 5’10”, owner of the Whirling Disc” record shop. Never quit being a true hippie. Friend of everyone, has a band called “Gumbo”, drummer for “Lost Souls?” as needed.

R.J………………………….24 years old, straight chestnut colored hair below his ears, with bangs. Black frame glasses, shy 5’7″. Bass player for “Lost Souls?” and “Gumbo”. Friend since childhood of Steve, and later Ghost.

Trevor………………………6’2″, thin, long to the waist, straight, ginger hair. Comic book creator and illustrator. Owner of the murder house. Very shy. Boyfriend of Zach. A newcomer to Missing Mile, NC (this character was in the book “Drawing Blood” by Poppy Z. Brite. Same disclaimer applies)

Zach…………………………5’6″, dark, crazy curly hair, nerdy, glasses. Boyfriend of Trevor. Computer hacker. Singer for Terry’s band “Gumbo”. Newcomer to Missing Mile, NC from New Orleans, Louisiana. (this character was in the book “Drawing Blood” by Poppy Z. Brite. Same disclaimer applies)

Christian……………………Very tall, thin pale, mysterious. A vampire from New Orleans. Worked for a while at Kinsey’s club as bartender.

Nothing………………………15 years old, 1/2 human, 1/2 vampire. When born, Christian delivered him, then took him to another state and left him on a couple’s doorstep. They kept him. Dark, shaggy hair, searching for who he really is. Comes to Missing Mile, NC because he likes “Lost Souls?” music, and stalks Ghost.

Zilla, Twig, & Molochai…Vampires who are friends of Nothing. Nothing’s father is Zilla.

Maxey…………………………Singer, guitar player of a band in Los Angeles, CA. Tall, dark hair. Falls in love with Ghost, then trys to enslave him.

Miz Caitlin…………………..Herbalist and friend of Ghost and Steve. Longtime friend of Miz Deliverance.

Man & Woman of the Mountains…..Knew Ghost and his Grandmother years ago.

Ann……………………………..Steve’s former girlfriend, deceased.

Linda…………………………..Steve’s sister

Lisa……………………………..Steve’s sister

Bill……………………………….Lisa’s husband

Stevie……………………………Linda’s son

Mandy…………………………..Linda’s daughter

Melody…………………………..Ghost’s sister



It was early afternoon at the Sacred Yew. Ghost and Steve had just finished their sound check and rehearsal for that night’s show. It had gone pretty good, and a big crowd of Club Kids, as they were known, were expected. Whenever Lost Souls? played at the Yew, Kinsey, the owner and bartender of the club, could always count on the kids of the night to show up. Lost Souls? was practically a legend in Missing Mile, North Carolina. This is where Steve and Ghost had first began their band. Just the two of them. Kinsey had known both boys since they were Club Kids themselves, actually even before that. Growing up in Missing Mile, everybody knew everybody and everybody’s business.

Kinsey had been very busy getting his bar ready for the night’s opening. However, he had a problem. He was dangerously low on supplies. He kept a fully stocked bar, including sodas for the minors. He also provided a few foods to snack on, such as sandwiches and homemade soup. But, things had gotten backed up the last few days, and Kinsey hadn’t had time to go shopping for supplies. The nearest grocery was half an hour away. He was pondering how he was going to make it all come together in just a few hours, when he had an idea. He mentally, slapped his forehead. Why hadn’t he thought of it before. There were two perfectly fine young men with a car right in front of him, Steve and Ghost.

They’d always been happy to lend a hand around the place. They always felt grateful to Kinsey for giving them a place to learn the ropes and practice their music.

“Hmm,” he thought, “I’m gonna ask Steve and Ghost to run over to the grocery for me.”

At the moment, Steve was just hanging out by the pool table, knocking balls around, and Ghost was sitting on the floor by the stage, writing on the wall again with his markers. Damned if he knew why he let Ghost deface his bar like that, but it was kind of cool, in it’s own way. The kids had all taken to it and added their musings to the wall, too, and called it their own. But, it was Ghost who’d started it all, late one night when he and Steve were just starting out. They were both really too young to even be in a bar, but Ghost had thought of some new lyrics for a song they were working on and couldn’t find a piece of paper handy.

He always had a couple of markers stuck in his jacket pockets, so he pulled them out – sky blue and red, and wrote the words to the song on the blank wall so he wouldn’t forget. After that, it just became a habit of his. Everyone else loved reading whatever he wrote next. Usually, it was the first thing the kids did when they got there…read the wall. Ghost wrote on it every day, something new, something bizarre, an interesting word or two, lyrics…a sort of journal entry on his day. It was pretty amazing, actually. Over the years the wall was pretty much covered. He had started a second wall awhile back, and this was the one he was working on now.

“Well,” Kinsey thought to himself, “it encourages the kids to read at least. That’s beginning to be a lost art these days, what with texting, abbreviated letters for words and such.”

He shook his head, “Enough wool gathering,” he said, “back to the business at hand.”

“Hey, Steve, c’mere a minute,” Kinsey hollered over toward the game room. 

Steve took one last shot at the table and ambled over to the bar. He was wearing his usual get up…black leather jacket and tight jeans. His dark hair ruffled out in crazy whorls and spikes, untameable.

Kinsey had known Steve since he was a little kid. He’d had a pretty rotten childhood, but he’d managed to turn out all right. A seemingly dangerous heartbreaker on the outside, but full of angst and emotion he barely kept hidden on the inside…a good guy at heart.

“Hey, Kinsey, what’s up?” Steve asked, as he neared the bar.

“I need a favor from you and Ghost. Think y’all are up for the challenge?”

“Uhh…sure, Kinsey, guess so. What ‘cha need?” Steve asked.

“Well, I’m really low on supplies for tonight and I’d like for you and Ghost to go over to the big grocery and pick up some things. I’d do it myself, but I’m swamped here. What do ya say?”

Steve was about to quickly agree to the task, then looked over at Ghost and heaved a sigh. “You want me and Ghost to go shopping for ya?” He looked a little hesitant at the thought.

“Yeah, Steve, ya got a problem with that? If so, never mind, just thought if y’all had some free time this afternoon…”, Kinsey’s voice faded off, but he gave a look that said in essence – you know you kinda owe me, and I know you’re gonna do it.

Steve sighed again and nodded assent. “Okay, but when exactly do you need the stuff, Kinsey, ’cause if we leave now, it’ll be hours till we get back, and we still gotta get ready for tonight.”

“Jesus, Steve, how long do you think it takes to get a few supplies… thirty minutes up there, thirty minutes back, and maybe an hour in the store. But probably not that long with the way you drive,” Kinsey said.

“Okay, okay,” Steve threw up his hands in mock defeat. “But, really, don’t expect us back any time soon.”

“And why the hell not, Steve? What excuse would you have for taking all day for a simple errand, huh?”

Kinsey was getting exasperated at Steve’s reluctance now. Maybe he should have never brought it up, but Steve asked him a question then, and Kinsey struggled for an empathetic reply.

“Have you ever been shopping with Ghost, Kinsey? Have you?” Steve implored.

Kinsey took a second to respond, wondering what exactly Steve was getting at. “No, can’t say that I have, why?”

Steve rolled his eyes, but then began talking, while Kinsey just listened, sort of dumbfounded at the rush of words coming at him from Steve. At first he thought to interrupt him, after all he was in a hurry for his supplies, but couldn’t get a word in. Despite himself, he got interested in hearing all about how Steve and Ghost did their shopping. It was a completely new look at the dynamics of those two that he’d never taken the time to see before, and Steve seemed so eager to talk to someone about his feelings on the subject.

Kinsey almost laughed at the earnestness of this Steve he thought he knew, but evidently didn’t, and all because of the word, shopping, that brought it all forth. He caught himself in time, though, and swallowed his almost formed laugh. He was being bombarded by fact after fact, incidents of pain, caring, and frustration, and yes…love. It went on and on. Kinsey was helpless to stop the words…didn’t want to  now anyway.


Next part coming soon!


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018


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 Black & White Photo Challenge – Words Ending in Ock


Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge – Words Ending in Ock Black-&-White-Banner

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Words that end in “ock”


  • Cinderblock
  • Duck Clock
  • Rusty Lock
  • Roman Numeral Clock
  • Funny Sock (s)
  • Petrified Rock (wood)



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© 2018 BS

L’Aigle Noir – Song Lyric Sunday -The Name’s the Same


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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 5/20/18


Today’s SLS is a bit different. We’re supposed to find a song by someone that has the same name as ours. Here’s what Helen has said:

So, let’s just get right to it.  Put your thinking caps on, break out your playlists and get to work!  Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week, brought to us by the lovely Kirstwrites, is “a song from an artist/singer who shares your name”.   While this might be a difficult challenge, you could always just post a favorite song if you aren’t able to find an artist/singer that shares your name along with a song you like.  We’ve got to make it difficult sometimes, right?

Thanks Helen and Kirstwrites! 🙂


So, I could only think of two singers with my name, Barbara. Those were Barbra Streisand, and Barbara Mandrell. While these are very well-known and I do like some of their songs, I wanted something different and new to me. I spent some time googling, and you know what, there aren’t that many singers named, or called Barbara that I could find. Shocking, I know, as you’d think there would be a lot. Oh well, I kept on looking until I found this one, and I’d never heard it, but turns out it was a really beautiful song. The video is also so enchanting.

The singer is Monique Andree Serf, and goes by the stage name of Barbara. She sings in French, and the video’s lyrics are in French. I did find an English translation of the song. This song, “L’Aigle Noir” is said to have sold 1 million copies in only 12 hours!

Hope you enjoy hearing this song as much as I did.

***NOTE*** it says you have to click the YouTube symbol to watch the video there. 🙂


“L’Aigle Noir”, by Barbara (Monique Andree Serf), was released in 1961, from her album, “Unforgettable Melodies”, and was written by herself.



1 One day or maybe one night
Near a lake, I fell asleep
When suddenly, it seemed to pierce the sky
And bolting from the blue popped up a black eagle
2 Slowly, spreading its wings
Slowly, I could see it twirling
Near me rustling its wings
As if it fell from the sky the bird came and settled.
3 Its eyes had the colour of ruby
And its wings had the colour of the night
And on its sparkling forehead
The crowned bird wore a blue diamond
4 It touched my cheek with its beak
And it slipped its neck into my hand
And then I recognized it
Popping up from the past, it came back to my mind
5 Oh tell me Bird, take me away
Let’s go back to our old land
Like before in my childish dreams
to pick up shivering some stars, some stars
6 Like before in my childish dreams
Like before on a white cloud
Like before to lit up the sun
And be a rain-maker and make marvels.
7 The black eagle rustling its wings
Flew off to reach back the sky
8 Four feathers with the colour of the night
One teardrop or maybe a ruby
I was cold, there was nothing left of me
The bird left me alone with my sorrow
9 One day or was it one night
Near a lake, I fell asleep
When suddenly, it seemed to pierce the sky
And bolting from the blue popped up a black eagle
Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
© 2018 BS

Reminders – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Empty/Hollow


Reminders -Stream of Consciousness Saturday – SOCS – Empty/Hollow

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 19/18


It’s Saturday, so it’s time for another SOCS, hosted by Linda G. Hill. Thanks, Linda!

Here’s the prompt: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “empty/hollow.” Use one, use both, entirely up to you. Enjoy!


Empty and hollow reminds me of this past Thursday and most of Friday. My computer went out, and had to be in the repair shop. I was feeling all empty and hollow because I couldn’t do my usual blogging on those days.

Empty and hollow reminds me of Halloween. That’s my favorite holiday, and sometimes we’d get a big pumpkin and hollow out the inside seeds until it was empty, making for a great jack-o-lantern.

Empty and hollow reminds me of the TV show, “Sleepy Hollow”. It was on a couple of years ago, and may have ran for a couple of seasons, but it was a really good show. I watched them all, discussed it with a friend, and we were both sad that they didn’t make any more episodes.

Empty and hollow reminds me of something my Dad wrote a long time ago. Going through old papers, from his own school days, I came across a little notebook. In it he had written a report (I think that’s what it was), on the short-story, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”. Pretty cool!

Empty and hollow reminds me of finishing up my fan fiction story, “Two Souls: Into the Fire”. I loved writing it so much, that when the ending came, I felt all empty and hollow…and sad that it was done.

Empty and hollow reminds me of turning the last page on a book you’ve really enjoyed reading. I always wish it would go on some more. I don’t like being in between books to read. I have plenty on my TBR stacks, but still you’re feeling in the last book’s world, and it’s hard to get going on a brand new read, hoping it will be just as good.

Empty and hollow reminds me of waiting a whole week until the next SOCS prompt is revealed. 🙂

Until next time, wishing you a lovely weekend and week to come, filled with fun, laughter, good times, and relaxation, but not empty and hollow.


Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2018 BS