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Flower of the Day – Mixed Bouquet

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Flower of the Day – Mixed Bouquet

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A mixed flower bouquet with a pink carnation, green daisies and a couple of yellow flowers, too. All tied up with a yellow bow.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

FOTD – February 28 – Bearded Irises

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Love Is In Da Blog 2021 Day # 27 – My Immortal

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Love Is In Da Blog 2021 Day # 27 – My Immortal

https://thebeewrites.com/2021/02/27/love-is-in-da-blog-2021-dante-beatrice-prompt-28/

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Today’s prompt is for the love story between Dante and Beatrice.

I didn’t know much about this subject, but read a few articles. Kind of a sad story how it turned out.

This song is sort of the same way. Anyway it’s a good one.

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“My Immortal”, by Evanescence

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 116

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 116

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“Sorry we scared your cat,” said Trevor.

“Yeah, sorry. He’s a pretty cat, hope he’s okay,” Zach said.

They kept looking around the room, expecting to see more signs of creepiness, but everything looked pretty normal. Zach was thinking Trevor’s house was way more creepy than this one.

“So, ya plan on staying long?” Steve asked.

They were all still standing by the door, and it was getting awkward.

“Listen, just say what ya got to say. We ain’t got all day.”

Trevor pulled on Zach’s jacket sleeve. “Zach, let’s just go. They don’t want us here,” he said, pulling Zach toward the door.

“No, Trev, I came to offer a truce…and you know what we talked about. I want to ask Ghost about it.”

“Ghost don’t want to have anything to do with us…so, c’mon,” Trevor said.

Steve rolled his eyes at them. “Dudes, we’re standing right here listening to your stupid conversation. You’ve spent half an hour, and you still haven’t gotten to the point, or said anything worth listening to, so…” He pointed to the door, then looked at Ghost.

“I could use some help here, Ghost.”

Ghost was still trying to read what was clinging to them, but he shook it off, then asked Zach, “What was it you wanted to ask?” He felt a shiver go up his spine. “Look, can we go outside? I really don’t like you in our house, anymore.”

Zach was confused. “Why are y’all so rude?” he blurted out. “I just wanted to see if Ghost could do some of that hocus-pocus stuff, and tell us if Trevor’s house is evil or not.”

“Out!” Steve yelled, “Now!”

Ghost was staring, wide-eyed, at this request.

Zach and Trevor backed up, and then headed out the door. Steve and Ghost followed.

“Do ya think you can help us find out, Ghost…and, if it is, can you do that thing…where you get rid of the bad stuff?”

They were out in the front yard, now, and Steve kept walking slowly toward them. They kept backing up, until they were by their car.

“You want me to do a reading of your house? You want us to do a séance or something…then chase away the evil spirits…with what…an exorcism? Is that it?” Ghost asked, trying to clarify the request.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Zach said. “Can you do it, like real soon? That house does some crazy shit, and we don’t know how to make it stop.”

“Stop, Zach,” Trevor said. “It’s my house, my problem. We’ll take care of it.” He was still looking hopeful that Ghost would agree…would say yes to coming over there.

“Damn straight, it’s your problem,” Steve said. “We don’t want any part of it.”

“Wait a minute, Steve, maybe I can try,” Ghost said.

“What…ya want to go up in that murder house? You never would before, why now?” Steve asked.

Ghost shrugged, “Because maybe I’m not gonna be scared, now. I know more stuff now, than when I was a kid. Maybe I can at least sage the place.”

Steve was shaking his head. “Don’t you have some of those voo-doo people you know, that can come do it?” he asked Zach. “We know there are lots of them where you’re from in New Orleans. Just call some of them to come up here.”

“Sure, we know some,” Zach said, “but, Ghost is here already.”

Steve heaved a sigh, “I give up. Ghost, you do whatever you want, just don’t go bringing any of those bad spirits back here.”

Zach grinned, “When can you do it…now?” he asked.

“No, not now,” Ghost said. “Maybe in a few days. I need to prepare first.”

“Ok, let us know…we’ll be ready,” Zach said. He and Trevor got in their car to leave.

Trevor leaned his head out the open window, “Thank you…at least thanks for at least agreeing to try. It’s been pretty bad over there, and I hope you can help.”

Ghost nodded, “Okay, but I don’t promise anything.”

As Zach pulled out down the driveway, Steve turned to Ghost, “Are you crazy? Why do you want to invite trouble…and bad shit to us?”

“I don’t know, Steve, I just think maybe I can help…and I was always interested in that stuff, even if it’s scary. I won’t know until I try it,” he smiled. “I’m not scared of spirits, anyway. They’re just dead people.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, “but, there’s more than that roaming around, and you, of all people, should know it. You know, demons, and evil…and our personal favorites…vampires.” he shuddered.

Ghost grinned, “So, now you believe in that stuff, Steve?”

“Yeah, I do now, since I saw it with my own eyes.”

They went back inside. Steve started looking in the refrigerator for something to eat. “What do you plan on doing for them, then?” he asked.

Ghost sat at the table, thinking. “Well, first, they have to tell me exactly what’s been going on…and not leave anything out.”

“Why…can’t you just ‘know’ all that?” Steve asked

Ghost was twirling his hair around his finger, then letting it go, then wrapping it around again. “I probably could, but it’s easier if they just tell me straight out…and I’ll pick up other things…stuff they forget to tell, or don’t even know,” he said. “I might be able to tell who…or what…is causing the trouble. Then I can figure out what to do about it,” he explained.

Steve had gotten them both a beer, and sat down at the table. “Do you even know how to do an exorcism, or a séance?”

Ghost took a swig of his beer. “No, and I couldn’t anyway. Oh, I could say some words, but they wouldn’t mean anything…I’m not a priest. But, a séance, maybe we could do that.”

“I don’t know, Ghost, it sounds dangerous. There’s too many ‘what-ifs’…and do I have to be in on it?”

Ghost frowned…”No, you don’t have to…just I’d want you there for support, for me,” he looked Steve in the eye. “Here’s a ‘what if’ for ya…what if the bad spirits got ahold of me, and I got possessed? Wouldn’t ya want to fight ’em off and rescue me?”

Steve took a second to answer. “Uh, sure, sure I would…”

Ghost started laughing. “Dude, you totally believe this shit, don’t ya? You’d run outta there screaming your head off, and never look back.”

“Damn it, Ghost…why ya wanna be like that?” Steve set his beer back on the table too hard, and it foamed over. “Ya get me all into shit, scaring me, and then ya laugh in my face.”

“That’s ’cause you’re so easy to get to…it works every time,” Ghost said, still laughing.

“Well, I never know if you’re serious, or not. I mean…well, now I’m confused…you are psychic, aren’t you? That’s real, isn’t it?” Steve asked. “You tell me that has been a bunch of bullshit, for all these years, then it’s over…” he was huffing around now, pacing the kitchen, trying to save face.

“Yeah, Steve…that’s for real,” Ghost said. “This other stuff, it’s just for show. At least it is for me. But, I can find out some stuff and…”

Steve interrupted, “And, maybe really get us into trouble, seeing as how you don’t really know what the hell you’re doing. I’m serious now, Ghost. I spend half my time worrying about you going off into spook-land, and never coming back, already. You know how you get, and, well…”

Ghost saw that Steve was really scared of what might happen. He looked down at the table. “Sorry, Steve, I know I shouldn’t tease you about it.”

“So, are you still going ahead with it, then?”

“Yeah, but only if you’re there as my back-up. If things get too freaky, just get us out of there, okay?”

“Yeah, you can count on that,” Steve said.

Ghost went to get Spirit out from under the bed, and calm him down. Steve put a random bunch of food on the table for them to eat, and he got out the cat food, too.

“Come on Spirit, it’s time to eat,” Ghost said, as he bent down to look under the bed. “Come out and tell me what you saw.”

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Next part coming soon!

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© 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

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Fibbing Friday

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/2021/02/26/fibbing-friday-26th-february/

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What is a tie dye … This is a word said a funny way – it means to tidy up the house.

What is a raglan sleeve … A dust cloth made from old clothes.

What is seersucker … This is a lollipop given for payment to a fortune teller who reads your future

What is meant by a dropped waist … Those pounds of fat you get rid of on a diet

What is a yoke collar … It’s the person who talks real fast at an auction – usually it’s a yokel who calls out the bids.

What is meant by pigeon toed … This is a cloned animal – part pig and part toad frog.

How many pleats are in a kilt … Maybe a dozen plates are put inside a kiln to make ceramic dishes

What is bias binding … This is a legal document that has been notarized by a judge – true and binding.

What is velcro … I always thought it was one of those black & white whales – an orca.

What is twill webbing … This is what you do when you go on searches for web sites – ‘a webbing you ’twill go – a webbing you ’twill go’ 🎵

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Love Is In Da Blog 2021 Day # 26 – Toy Soldiers

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Love Is In Da Blog 2021 Day # 26 – Toy Soldiers 

https://thebeewrites.com/2021/02/26/love-is-in-da-blog-2021-katniss-peta-or-choose-your-own-prompt-27/

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I read all the books, and saw all the movies in the trilogy of ‘The Hunger Games’, ‘Catching Fire’, and ‘Mockingjay’, and really enjoyed the story of Katniss and Peta.

Today we have the suggestion for a song from the movies of the “Hunger Games”. I wasn’t keen on any from these, so I chose this one instead.

“Toy Soldiers” by Martika

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Love Is In Da Blog 2021 Day # 25 – Heaven (Metal Love Song)

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Love Is In Da Blog 2021 Day # 25 – Heaven (Metal Love Song)

https://thebeewrites.com/2021/02/25/love-is-in-da-blog-2021-hadrian-antonius-prompt-26/

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“Heaven”, by Warrant, was released as a single from the album, “Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich”, in 1988. It was written by Jani Lane, and is on the Columbia label.

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Flower of the Day – Hibiscus

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Flower of the Day – Hibiscus

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A nice pastel purple hibiscus with a darker center surrounding a white/yellow middle.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

FOTD – February 24 – Amaryllis

FOTD – February 25 – Daffodils

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 115

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 115

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The little brass door bell tinkled, as Steve and Ghost entered the Whirling Disc record shop. Terry was behind the counter, and looked up.

“Don’t tell me it’s Halloween, already,” he said, laughing at what they were wearing. “Is that your costumes, or did y’all just forget to get dressed?”

“Oh, yeah, we just forgot,” Steve said. He hobbled his way over closer to the counter.

“I see you’re doing okay on those crutches…did you drive, too?”

“Yeah, it wasn’t too hard, and we got tired of being home. We were just over at the Yew for awhile,” Steve said. “Man, you should have been there.” He laughed, looking over at Ghost, who was spinning around on Terry’s office chair. He had the headphones on, listening to new music that had come in.

“Why, what happened?” Terry asked.

“Ghost just told everybody off…Zach, Trevor, and Calvin. He told them some truths about themselves,” Steve said, going into detail about the past hour. He had Terry laughing, too.

After a few minutes, Steve said, “Well, what I wanted to ask you, is can we do our CD recording in your studio…like in the next few days?”

“Sure ya can. Y’all got it all planned out? Do ya want me and R. J. to sit in on it, too? I’m sure we can set it up, just let us know…no problem.” Terry said.

“Yeah, y’all can look over the music and stuff ahead of time. I made some copies, and then we’ll set up a time.”

“Sure thing, Steve. It’s about time y’all had something new. It’s been a long time since the tape came out.”

“I know, and this time I want to make more…enough to send out farther around the area. Maybe, we’ll get discovered, or something,” Steve laughed.

“We got a cat, Terry,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, Kinsey said something about that,” Terry smiled.

“We named him Spirit, and you can see him, when you come get the music,” Ghost said.

“I will real soon, Ghost.”

“You ready to go home, Ghost? We need to feed your cat, and Terry needs to get back to work,” Steve said, heading for the door.

Terry held the door open for him. “Any time you get bored, Steve, you should come put in a few hours here.”

“Okay, soon as we get this recording done, sure will, Terry.”

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Back at home, Steve did some work on the music, getting his notes and suggestions down on paper. Ghost finished putting together his layout of pictures, for the book.  “I’m done with this, Steve. When can we take it to the printer?” he asked.

Steve took the pages, looking through them. “This is really good. Maybe tomorrow we can drive over to Raleigh, and drop it off. When we get back, I think we should go on over to the studio. I’d feel better if we get started with the recording as soon as we can.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’m tired, though…I’ll be glad when it’s all done.”

“Me too,” Steve said. He yawned, and tried to scratch an itch up under his cast. “All that running around this morning, maybe was too much. My leg kinda hurts, and really I should be resting it. Dragging this cast around isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“Did Terry say for sure he was coming out here today?” Ghost asked.

“No, but I have a feeling he will,” Steve said.

“You have a ‘feeling’,” Ghost giggled.

“Yeah, so…I can get a ‘feeling’, too, ya know.”

“Uh-huh, I know…well, I have a feeling like I’m gonna go take a nap,” Ghost said.

“Good idea, me too. C’mon Spirit, let’s go to bed,” Steve said, getting up off the couch.

All three of them settled in under the blankets on Ghost’s bed. It was the middle of the afternoon, but the house was quiet and warm, and they fell asleep pretty quick. A few hours later, Spirit woke. He walked around on top of Steve and Ghost, patting their faces with his paws, and meowing in their ears, trying to wake them.

“We’re still sleeping, cat…settle down,” Ghost said.

“What’s the matter with your cat?” Steve asked, cracking open his eyes.

“He wants us to wake up; maybe he’s hungry.”

They tried to go back to sleep a little while longer, but then heard a scuffling out on the front porch, and a slight knocking on the door.

“Is that Terry, already?” Ghost asked.

“I wouldn’t think so,” Steve said. “He doesn’t usually close the shop this early.”

“Well, go see.”

“Why me?”

“You’re closer to the door, and I’m still asleep,” Ghost said.

“Fine, I’ll get up,” Steve said, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Running his fingers through his wild hair, and over his face, he sighed. No one comes out here much, uninvited… He grabbed his baseball bat from his room, as he went down the hall to the front door, just in case. Whoever it was, was still there, and kept on knocking. Guess it’s not a burgler..don’t think a burgler would knock, before stealing your stuff…

He opened the door, looking out through the screen. It was Zach and Trevor.

“Yeah?” Steve asked, looking them over. “What ‘cha want? We have a phone, ya know.”

“Uh, hey Steve,” Zach said, as he eyed the bat. “We just wanted to come out here and see you and Ghost.”

“Why?”

“Well, uh, we never really got to talk to y’all, ever, and we just wanted to…say hey, and maybe get to know y’all better, and…maybe we can start over?”

Steve was frowning, “What the hell are you trying to say? Ya wanna be ‘friends’…is that it?  I think it’s too late for that, already. Ya come into town, out of the blue, and start shit with me and Ghost. That ain’t cool, man. So…just run along…” He made a shooing motion with his hands, and started closing the door.

“Wait, Steve,” Ghost said. He’d come into the living room and was leaning on the hall doorway. His hair was all fly-away from blanket static, and he was holding the cat.

“Aw, shit, Ghost, why ya wanna give these two the time of day? We’re not enemies, Zach, but were not friends, either.”

“Let ’em in, Steve,” Ghost said.

“What…why? Fine, whatever…” Steve said, as he unlocked the screen. “Ghost seems to think I should let y’all in, but ya better keep a rein on Trevor. One wrong move, and…” he slapped the bat into his other hand.

Ghost reached out, pulling Steve away from the door. Zach and Trevor came in. They’d never been there before, so were curious as to what they’d see inside, especially since they’d snooped around outside, that time, looking for Nothing. The door knocker gargoyle, and hex sign painted on the porch, was still a little freaky, they thought.

Steve kept staring at them, not saying a word, waiting for them to speak first. Ghost was still holding Spirit, but suddenly the cat yowled. His fur standing on end, he jumped from Ghost’s arms, and ran into the bedroom under the bed.

“What the hell,” Steve yelled.

Ghost looked like he was about to do the same as the cat. He knew the cat had sensed something weird about Zach and Trevor. He hadn’t quite caught what it was about them, yet, but he was wary, now.

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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.

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 pairingsreligious themes, and fantasy horror.