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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 80

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 80

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Out at the car, Steve did yank Ghost’s hair to turn him around. He saw himself as he did it, and it felt like he was watching someone else’s  hand do it. Ghost yelped at the sudden pain, and reached up to knock Steve’s hand away. Steve grabbed hold of Ghost and shoved him up against the side of the car.

“Ow, Steve! What’s the matter with you? Let me go.”

“I saw you flirting with that guy in there,” Steve said. “You know how that makes me feel, Ghost…huh? It makes me feel like shit, that’s what’s the matter. What’cha got to say about it?” Steve kept pushing hard, up against Ghost.

“I got nothing to say…I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Ghost said.

“I saw you, you little whore…making eyes, and smiling, and saying stuff…and…and…forgetting the words you were supposed to be singing. That proves it. You were so much into that guy, that you couldn’t even keep your mind on the songs.”

Ghost was getting scared, now…Steve was going ballistic on him, for no reason. He had to calm him down, but how?

“Steve, stop! You got it all wrong.”

“Oh, I do, do I?” Steve was getting louder. “So, you didn’t see that blond guy right in front of you…the one you said something to? Don’t you dare lie to me, Ghost.”

“You mean that guy that…”

“Yeah, that one. What’d you say to him?”

“Uh, uh…I think he asked me if I wanted to go somewhere with him after the show. I said no! That’s it. I can’t help it if people stare at me and ask me to do stuff. I don’t control their thoughts.”

“Yeah? But, I bet you’re thinking it’d be fun to go off with some of them…like this guy. I swear, Ghost, I’d kill him before he could take you anywhere.”

“Steve, that’s never gonna happen,” Ghost said. “Never! Now stop being mean to me and let me go, ok?” Ghost begged.

“Fine, Ghost, this time…and I don’t want to see another time – got it?”

“Yeah, I got it, Steve,” Ghost said as he rubbed his wrist’s where Steve had been crushing them. “Can we get out of here?”

“Get in the car,” Steve ordered, shoving Ghost in, and slamming the door. He got in the driver’s side, and sped out of the parking lot.

Steve drove fast, out of the town, and down the highway…no idea where he was going. He just wanted to drive away from the ugliness, that he’d brought upon them, back there. He needed to calm down, needed to apologize to Ghost, needed to get his temper under control, before he really hurt Ghost again.

Ghost just sat there looking out at the stars, as they drove off into the night. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, right now. Tears welled up in his eyes and fell silently down his face. He didn’t want Steve to see or hear him sobbing. But, eventually he couldn’t stop, and Steve did hear.

Steve could not apologize right now, though. The hurt he felt, was still too raw. He hated that he’d hurt Ghost, even a little. This would blow over, he knew, but it would take time.

As the miles put distance from the argument, Steve slowly calmed down. Ghost had stopped crying, but was still awake. Neither had said a word, and both felt an awkwardness in their silence. Finally, Steve pulled over at a rest stop, there on the side of the road. It was a dark and lonely looking place…just the tall trees shrouded in the fog that was forming.

“We need to talk,” Steve said, and sighed.

Ghost didn’t say anything, or look at Steve.

“Did ya hear me, Ghost?”

When Ghost still wouldn’t say anything, Steve leaned over and yelled, “Answer me, damn it!”

At that, Ghost got out of the car, and walked away. Steve narrowed his eyes, and yelled, “Fine, go over there and pout like a baby…see if I care.” He regretted it as soon as he said it, though. He got out and walked toward Ghost, who was sitting at the small table, with his arms crossed on top, and his head down.

Steve came up beside him and knelt down. “I’m sorry, Ghost. I didn’t mean anything I said, or did tonight. I do care. I don’t mean to hurt you, hurt your feelings, say awful things. I don’t know why I do it. Just please talk to me.”

Tell me how horrible I am, tell me to go fuck myself, kick me to the curb, hit me, knock me out…whatever…just don’t hate me…don’t give up on me…please, Ghost?”

Ghost sighed, then said, “Did you ever wonder about layers, Steve? That’s a word that has a lot of meanings, lots of layers…layers.” He stopped then, and looked at Steve, like he was searching for something in Steve’s face, his eyes, his expression, even his mind…his inner self.

Steve felt uncomfortable with this close scrutiny. He didn’t know what Ghost was getting at. Maybe he’d finally gone bonkers. But, he kept his mouth shut for once, and let Ghost continue.

“Lots of things have layers, Steve. Like an onion, or a cake, the Earth…even people. You see on the outside, one layer. Then you look closer, and you find another layer.” He sighed again, and said, “I can see your layers, Steve. Some of them, but not all, yet. I want to see all your layers, but you hide them from me. Why? Why do you hide them from me?” He hung his head and cried.

Steve still had no idea what Ghost was talking about, but if he said that, it would be the wrong thing to say. But, what was the right thing?  “Ghost, what is making you so sad? I said I was sorry. I know I say it all the time, because I keep doing stupid stuff, saying stupid stuff…” he trailed off, at a loss of words.

“You don’t get it, do ya Steve?” Ghost asked.

Steve shrugged.

“Do you see me?” asked Ghost.

“Yeah,” Steve said.

“Do I keep secrets from you? Do you know all about me? Am I hiding who I am from you?”

“No, I think I know you, Ghost. I see you, and I’ve known you a long time.”

Ghost looked at Steve, knowing he still didn’t understand.

“Oh, my God, Steve, how can I explain it to you?”  

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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.

Countdown to Christmas – Day # 4 – Movie

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Countdown to Christmas – Day # 4 – Movie

Tourmaline .’s Countdown to Christmas – Movie

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I like a lot of Christmas themed movies, and this is one of my favorites. It’s called, “Desk Set”, and was released in 1957. It stars Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn.

It is a romantic comedy set mainly in an office, where a cutting edge, newfangled machine has been introduced to the office workers. It’s a computer that in it’s early days takes up half a wall, it is so big.

It is also time for the office’s Christmas party, where everyone takes part in all the drama, the gossip, and the fun and laughter.

This is a fun movie to watch.

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I’ve posted this one before, but it’s still one I like a lot. 🙂

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© 2018 & 2020 BS

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/2020/12/04/fibbing-friday-4th-december/

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1. What is a shoe horn?  … I’m tempted to say it’s a coastal bird, but really it’s a tiny device hidden inside fuzzy house slippers that makes a beeping noise when you walk.

2. Where will you find a grommet? … The only grommet I know is from a cartoon movie. I think he was a dog.

3. We may say ‘the tables have turned’, but what is a turntable? … A kitchen table that revolves like a lazy-susan.

4. How do you make a tea cosy? … A tea will get cosy if you set it by a fireplace.

5. What is a quaver? … The quaver is a ‘trick’ arrow, that when shot from the bow, it kind of wiggles back and forth to confuse the target.

6. Where will you find a plimsoll line? … Oh, the plimsoll line will always be found in a garden, as it keeps the rows straight.

7. What colour was The King’s New Clothes? … Tartan green & red for the holidays.

8. Why was Ethelred called The Unready? … It was a catchphrase used to promote the TV show, “I Love Lucy”. Even though Ethel was a blonde, and Lucy was a red-head, the producers decided to go a different way, because Ethelred never caught on as a popular name.

9. 007 has a licence to kill, but what would an 005 have a licence for? … 005 would have a license for cooking gourmet meals because he invented 5 spice powder.

10. What is a winklepicker? … I really do know what this is, but for my ‘lie’ I will say it is a make-up product used to erase wrinkles on the face.

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© 2020 BS

 

Countdown to Christmas – Day # 3 – Tradition

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Countdown to Christmas – Day # 3 – Tradition

Tourmaline .’s Countdown to Christmas – Tradition

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A favorite memory was when I was already grown up. Everyone came to my Mom & Dad’s house for Christmas snacks and fun. We all decided it would be fun to sing all the Christmas songs we could think of. So, several days before the get-together I typed up the words to the songs – enough for everyone to have a page. I used carbon paper to get all those copies! We sure enjoyed the singing that year.

Brown toy piano, sheet music, holly leaf, round ornament

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🎄🎄🎄

Eat some festive snacks

Family traditions are fun

Sing some Christmas songs

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© 2020 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire # 79

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 79

Warning … adult content

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Steve sat on the bench seat of the picnic table, looking up at Ghost, who’d perched up on top of the table.

“Talk to me. Just say it; is it something bad?” Steve asked.

“Uh, no…I don’t think so – not bad…just…I’m scared to tell you, and you’ll probably like it, but I might not, and I might not can really do it for real, but don’t get mad, if I can’t, okay?” Ghost said.

“What am I not supposed to get mad about, Ghost? That you’re never gonna get to the point?”

“No, not that. I’ll get to the point, when I figure out how. I practiced it, but now I can’t remember what I was gonna do…I mean, say.” Ghost tried to concentrate, his mouth forming silent words.

“Ghost, you’re driving me crazy. Just spit it out, now. Hopefully, I’ll know what the hell you’re talking about, ’cause I sure don’t, right now.”

Ghost looked into Steve’s eyes. “I think I might be ready to try it now…uh…you know…shit…it’s scaring me just to think about it, but…”

Steve closed his eyes. ‘Wait for it…wait for it…” he told himself.

Ghost continued, “Maybe we could do it like you said, you know, like get on a plane and fly to the west.” He shuddered, as he’d said the words.

Steve’s eyes flew open. He was totally surprised. He saw that Ghost had his eyes squinched shut, and his hair was pulled down in front, like he was preparing himself for whatever words were going to come his way – words that he knew had to be the right ones, and he only had a second to think of them.

And in that same instant, he felt overwhelming love for this so, so special person that sat before him. Not because of his decision to try flying in a plane, but because he was so strong. To be able to try to overcome his fear – to have been through so much in his life – to survive against all odds – to still keep being brave – to be so open hearted, and still be willing to try again and again, and face whatever came along…well, it took his breath away.

He knew he himself could never do that…knew he would, at some crucial point, give up. But, it wasn’t in Ghost to ever, ever give up. He took Ghost’s face in his hands and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around Ghost’s shoulders, in a big hug, and could feel him trembling.

“Ghost, oh Ghost…” that’s all Steve could get out. But, he hoped, no…he knew, Ghost would have heard his thoughts, and understand what he was feeling.

Ghost smiled, and looked a little bit embarrassed, but relieved he’d finally made a big decision. “So, is it okay, Steve? Do you still want to try it that way?” he asked.

“I do. I think we should at least give it a try. I’ve never been on a plane, either, ya know. I’m nervous about it, too. So, guess we can both give each other courage,” Steve said, warming to the whole idea, now.

They had some new plans to talk over. They stayed at the rest stop awhile longer, hashing out where to go get a plane…where they’d go first.

“Oh, no!” Ghost said. “We totally forgot, we were supposed to sing at that place tonight.”

“Aw, man…I forgot about it, too.” Steve frowned. “Do we still want to? I mean, there’s still time. Nothing even starts until like nine o’clock.”

“Well, we said we would, and they put us on the list,” said Ghost. “I’m kinda still wanting to, but we don’t have to stay very long…just until we feel we did enough.”

“Okay then, let’s go back to town and show ’em what we can do,” said Steve, as he started for the car.

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They talked over what they would play. Being that this was a small, country town, they didn’t want to get too wild. Just some quieter tunes, of course ending with “World.”

They reached the coffee shop, and found out they’d be third on the list of performers. Everything was very informal. They joined the audience for the first act, a trio of bluegrass players. The second act was a girl, singing covers of Jewel. The audience was a mix of old and young, numbering around a hundred.

For a small town, this seemed to be the place to go to hang out with your friends. The only other place in town, was a corner bar; no entertainers there, just a jukebox. Here, there was an area just in front of the stage for dancing. The stage wasn’t much higher than the dance floor. It was pretty close quarters.

They went backstage during the girl’s numbers. Steve tuned his guitar, and Ghost just tried to remember the order of the songs they were going to do. They had about thirty minutes to fill.

Then, they were announced and they took the stage. There was no special lighting, but there was a small overstuffed couch, and a wooden stool on the stage, for whoever wanted to use them. So Steve sat on the couch, and Ghost took the stool, and the handheld mic. They began with an old standard, James Taylor’s *”You’ve Got a Friend”, then, the Eagles, *”Peaceful, Easy Feeling”. Next, they sang one of their original songs, “Southern Moon”, and went right into The Steve Miller Band song, *”Serenade”, and ended with “World”.

They sang to the audience, and to each other. Ghost took the mic, walking across the stage, from one side to the other…stopping in the middle from time to time, and joining Steve on the couch, for their original one. For “World”, they both stood at the front of the stage, and Ghost encouraged the audience to sing along on the repeating chorus, which they did.

Most of those gathered there were regulars, including the other performers, just as in most small towns – everyone knew everyone. So, Ghost and Steve were the newcomers…or as some would say…outsiders. Steve did notice one particular guy, in front of the stage…too close, in Steve’s opinion.

He kept staring at Ghost (Steve thought, hungrily), and even reached to touch Ghost a time or two. He was a nice enough looking guy, actually kind of looked like Ghost, in a weird sort of way. Steve noticed that Ghost had noticed this guy, too.

Steve had no reason to be jealous, but he was, which was weird. Lots of people stared at Ghost, but not everyone who did, gave off the sexy attitude that this guy did. Steve noticed, too, that Ghost seemed to be somehow communicating with him – because, he’d look at him and smile, then shake his head no, and say no. He’d even miss a word or two of the song they were on. At any rate, Steve certainly didn’t like it. But, they kept playing to the end.

They seemed to be well received; everyone enjoyed their set. There were a few more acts coming up, but Steve was ready to leave, as soon as they left the stage.

“Let’s go, Ghost,” Steve said, as he put his guitar in it’s case.

The manager had paid them a percentage of the door, and they were free to go.

“”C’mon, Ghost,” Steve said again, as he pulled Ghost’s arm, to head him to the back door.

“I’m coming,” Ghost said, but was not moving fast enough for Steve, who was now shoving Ghost from behind.

“What’s the matter with you, Steve? Why ya in such a hurry?”

“Just get out to the car,” Steve said, through gritted teeth. He really wanted to grab hold of Ghost’s hair that was hanging down his back, and yank Ghost along. He told himself to calm down…nothing had happened, nothing was gonna happen, and just drop it…but he was getting angrier by the minute, and it was all on him, because Ghost didn’t even know what was going on. At least he didn’t think so.

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*”You’ve Got a Friend”, sung by James Taylor, on the album “Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon”, released in 1971, on the label – Warner Bros. Written by Carole King, Producer, Peter Asher.

*”Peaceful Easy Feeling”, sung by the Eagles, on the album “Eagles”, released December 1, 1972, on the label – Asylum, written by Jack Tempchin.

*”Serenade”, sung by the Steve Miller Band, on the album “Fly Like an Eagle”, released in 1976, on the label – “Universal”, composed by Chris McCarty and Steve Miller.

*”Hole in the World”, sung by the Eagles, on the album “The Very Best Of”, released July 15, 2003, on the label – “The Eagles Recording Company. Written by Don Henley and Glenn Frey.

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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.

Countdown to Christmas – Day # 2 – Family

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Countdown to Christmas – Day # 2 – Family

Tourmaline .’s Countdown to Christmas – Family

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Little boy and girl looking at toys around the Christmas tree

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Feel the Christmas Joy

Gather family all around

Making memories

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS