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Bird Weekly – Green Feathers

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Bird Weekly – Green Feathers

Bird Weekly – Photo Challenge – Birds with Green Feathers

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These are some Lorikeets we saw at the Kansas City Missouri zoo. They were sure friendly and cute. They have feathers of green, and also blue, yellow, and orange.  🙂

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© 2020 BS

 

Action – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – tion

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Action – Stream of Consciousness Saturday – tion 

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Sept. 19/2020

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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “-tion.” Find a word that ends with “tion.” Bonus points if you start your post with it. Have fun!

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Action – Where It Is!

Paul Revere and the Raiders. This band was my favorite back in the 60s, and I liked all their songs. They were featured on Dick Clark’s television show, “Where the Action Is”, which came on every afternoon. Then, when they took the show on tour, they came to our town. My best friend and I got tickets to go see them, and all the other bands that were traveling along. That might have been the first concert I ever went to, and it was a dream come true for me and my friend.

It was the early spring of 1966, a beautiful sunny day, and we were both 15 years old. The concert was amazing. Afterwards, we made our way out to the back of the venue to see the band as they got on their tour bus to leave. I was waving and hollering, and I know for a fact that one of the guys saw me, smiled, and waved back to me.

Such good memories of that day, and hearing this song and all their other ones bring me right back to that day.

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© 2020 BS

Flower of the Day – Prickly Pear Cactus

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Flower of the Day – Prickly Pear Cactus

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Prickly Pear Cactus has flat leaves with those prickly spines all over them. There are deep purple fruit seed pods scattered here and there also on the spiny leaves.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

FOTD – September 16 – Dahlia with raindrops

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© 2020 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 47

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 47

Warning … adult content

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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.

Fibbing Friday – Calling All Cooks

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  1. What exactly is Yorkshire pudding? … From what I’ve heard, it’s a British term meaning quicksand.

 

  1. What is treacle, and why do people make tarts out of it? … Well, I’ve seen a train treacle, which is a kind of railroad track bridge. Maybe they serve popover tarts in the dining car?

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  1. What is the key ingredient of haggis? … I’ve never eaten haggis, as I’m allergic to scrambled brains and eggs.

 

  1. How is toffee made? .. Yummy! Toffee is made just like coffee by pouring hot water over tree bark. But be sure to use only the sweet kind of bark.

 

  1. How did pound cake get its name? … It’s no secret, so I’ll tell you … Make a pound cake by hitting and pounding a red hot horse shoe with a hammer until it is flat as a pancake.

 

  1. Why is candy corn so named?  … Candy corn is called that because in the old days peddlers would sell corn on the cob on the street corners.

 

  1. What is marzipan?  … Marzipan is a tiny island country off the coast of Japan.

 

  1. Why is a baker’s dozen so named? … Baker’s dozen was the much decorated troop of soldiers who persevered under very difficult combat situations in WWII.

 

  1. What is meant by the idiom, “Too many cooks spoil the pot”?  … This means you shouldn’t cook dinner in the potty – that’s just nasty.

 

  1. What is meant by the idiom, “What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander”?  … This means it’s not a good idea to feed sausage to geese, or you’ll get a ‘loosey goosey’ pretty fast.

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Flower of the Day – Tree Flowers

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Flower of the Day – Tree Flowers

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I like seeing flowers on trees. Some are pink, some are yellow, and some have thousands of white blossoms.

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For Cee’s Flower of the Day:

FOTD – September 16 – Dahlia with raindrops

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© 2020 BS

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Autumn Leaves

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Autumn Leaves

 

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Autumn Leaves” September 14, 2020

 

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HOW TO MIND PAINT AUTUMN

Early Autumn, sunshiny day, not hot, not cold, just right. Go outdoors, sit on the porch or in a lawn chair. Or just open a window to sit by. A soft, gentle breeze teases your face. You smile. Close your eyes…you’ve already started your painting. Take a breath…breathe in the atmosphere. Internalize the sensations you feel and hear. Let your soul soar. Leaves in the trees are softly rus-rus-rustling. Some have put on their fall finery of yellows, reds, and oranges, while greens are growing impatient, waiting their turn. Behind your eyelids, you see their dappled colors, like flickering mosaics. Little strobes of glorious fireworks in the dark. Now listen…what do you hear? A dog, not near, bark-ark-arking his existence in this world, just for thejoy of being alive. The musical tink-tink-tinkling of your wind-chimes provides a background for you to layer into your mind painting. Such uplifting, happy notes. A wafting of wood-smoke drifts by on the breeze. Someone is firing up their grill, one more time, before winter’s chill. A bird is squawk-awk-awking for attention. You take a peek, just to see who has fluttered down close by. You see big, black grackles, and doleful doves, rat-tat-tattling for morsels of munchies the cats have left behind in their tin bowl. The cats don’t mind. They are silently snoozing together in a pile, up on the lawn swing, the breeze gently rocking them. Dozing, you want to live in this relaxing place, mind painting forever, but it’s done. Your painting is finished…for now. It is perfectly preserved in your memory, to be cherished, as are many other masterpieces you’ve created. It is good..It is right…It is mind painting

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Autumn Leaves Painted Rock

Autumn Leaves Painted Rock

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 46

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 46

Warning … adult content

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“Hey, Kinsey,” Terry yelled, as he barged into the Sacred Yew. He looked for Kinsey in his office. Kinsey looked up, surprised to see Terry here. “You’ll never guess what kind of drama just happened over at the shop.”

Before Kinsey could reply, Terry blurted out the whole story. “Dude, I almost shot Ghost!”

“What?” Kinsey looked alarmed.

“Yeah, Steve and I were working, and Ghost comes slamming in the door, looking like a psycho, crazy person, yelling about something or other. Man, I thought we were being robbed! So, I grab my pistol and start shooting…”

“Wait…wait…did you shoot him, really?”

“Naw, Steve hollered at me that it was Ghost, but for sure, he scared the shit outta me!”

“Where are they now?”

“Took off down the road to their house, I guess. You should’a seen it, Kinsey. The first time I see Ghost since he’s back in town, and I swear, I’m not lying, he’s all sweaty and red faced…and his hair’s flying in all directions, and…hahaha…” Terry starts laughing. “He was all raggedy clothes, and didn’t even have shoes on. Ran all the way here…and no shoes on. Now that I’m not scared, it’s pretty funny.”

“Well, it sounds like something’s going on out there with those two,” Kinsey said.

“Yeah, let’s go see what’s up.”

Kinsey shook his head, no. “Let ’em be, Terry. If they want us to know, they’ll tell us. Let them handle it. It’s none of our business…yet.”

“I think it kinda is my business, since it happened in my shop, and I had to go shoot my gun!”

Kinsey gave Terry a look, then said, “You do whatever you want, then…leave me out of it.” He gave Terry a cold beer, to help him see he should just stay here at the bar. Of course that worked. Terry still talked on and on about what had happened, as Kinsey got back to work.

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Ghost and Steve finally got home. At their door, however, Ghost hesitated.

“Well, show me, Ghost.” Steve held open the screen.

“Uh…uh…I don’t really want to see it again. You just go look in there first,” Ghost said.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll go look, but you’re going to have to do more than just stand out here.”

Steve went in, not wanting to admit he was nervous. After the voices and moving boxes, he was reluctant to see what was in there.

Ghost yelled in after him, “Don’t let the boogy man get ya!”

“Oh, crap,” thought Steve, “just what I needed.”

“Shut up, Ghost!” he yelled back. He went down the hallway to the bathroom door and looked in. “Yep, it’s a big ‘ol mess in here,” he said.

Broken glass, and contents from the medicine cabinet were scattered all over the floor. He looked at the wall…and, there were the words. “That’s funny that Miz Deliverance would hide the journal in a place so hard to find. When did she remove the medicine cabinet without us knowing about it, anyway, and how did she do it? She was just a little old lady,” Steve thought. “Then, she had to put it back up there. This is very strange.”

“Ghost, get in here! This is your house, and your grandmother’s doing. You’re supposed to find it, not me,” Steve yelled.

After a minute, Ghost peeked around the bathroom door. His eyes were wide, the pupils dilated from being scared.

“Don’t go freaking out now, Ghost…we have to finish this. I guess we’ll have to tear out the boards first. I’ll go find a hammer or something,” Steve said. “But, you’re gonna take the first whack!”

They never did figure out how the journal got behind the wall…how Miz Deliverance could have done it without leaving a sign that the boards had ever been disturbed.

Steve handed the hammer to Ghost, who hauled back and bashed the wall hard. That put a small hole in the old wood. So he did it again, then again, making the hole larger every time. Steve had never seen Ghost be so aggressive. It was like he was beating out demons or something. Steve didn’t even have to take a swing.

“I…I…can’t…I can’t reach in there, Steve,” Ghost panted. “You do it.”

Steve nodded, then reached in…into the dark hollow between the walls, and felt around. He was sure something was going to grab him, or maybe a mousetrap would spring shut on his fingers, like a booby trap..or maybe even a mouse, or worse, would bite him. But, he did it anyway. Then he felt something. It was book shaped, but soft, like suede leather. He slowly pulled it out.

They both just stared at it. Ghost shuddered and whispered, “It’s not good, Steve…whatever it says, it’s not good. I just think we should not open it, and take it out and burn it up!”

“Ghost, we can’t do that. If it wasn’t so bad that your grandmother could write it, then it isn’t so bad you can’t read it…and besides, she told you to.”

“Well, I don’t want to! You can read it if you have to, then you can just tell me any good parts.”

“No, Ghost, we’re going to read it together.” Steve was firm about that.

“Maybe someday, then…”

“No, today,” Steve insisted, and he grabbed Ghost by the wrist and led him out to the old couch.

Steve held the leather covered pages…Ghost wouldn’t touch it. It was a nice looking journal, soft brown suede, with a long string to bind it, and quite a few pages to it. He undid the string. Ghost was breathing hard.

Don’t go flaking out on me, Ghost. It’ll be okay,” Steve said. “It’s just words on paper. You like words. You write words all the time. Nothing bad about that.”

“But…words have meanings, Steve! Words put together in different ways are powerful! They can make you do things…like laugh, or cry, or get mad…or, well they make you feel things!”

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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.

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 pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.