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Just a Note … Sorry

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Just a Note … Sorry

Just wanted to let y’all know, I’m still having so many problems with this computer, or something. It’s taking me forever to get something posted, and also to come by y’all’s sites to like and comment. Even here, it’s almost impossible to reply to comments, as I have to do all of it several times, just to get one to go through.

I feel bad about this, but I want you to know I appreciate all your likes and comments, and I will get to yours as soon as I can.

Hope y’all have a great weekend! 🙂

Thanks so much for visiting! }i{

© 2017 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 224

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Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 224

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 224

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Zach agreed to figure out a playlist for Gumbo to play in their upcoming show at the club. “I guess we all should practice some. I’ll go over the songs and put the list together,” he said.

“Hey, Steve, when are y’all going out to California?” Terry asked.

“Pretty soon,” Steve said. “I have to call Linda and make sure it’s ok to come help her. I mean she did invite us, but you know. We plan on flying out there, for real this time.”

Terry laughed. “Hah, I’d like to see that. Didn’t  y’all try that once before?”

“Shut up, Terry. Yeah, we tried, but we had some problems. We’re up for it…I think…anyway, we’ll have to get the days booked and whatever else there is to do,” Steve said, and sighed. “Why is everything so complicated?”

“It’s not that hard,” Kinsey said. “Terry and I just called the travel agent, and they set it all up…no big deal.”

“Oh, ok…well see, I didn’t even know that part.”

“Leave it to me, then, I’ll get it set up for you. You just say when, ok?” Kinsey said.

“Don’t worry about flying,” Terry said. “it’s really kind of fun, and way faster.”

“I know, but how do we convince Ghost that we won’t die?” Steve asked. He looked over to the arcade room, where Ghost and Trevor were shooting pool.

“Hmm, that will be tricky,” Terry said. “Just keep saying positive things about it. Every time he makes an excuse, come back with something good.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah…I’ll try. Oh, by the way, when we’re gone, who wants to watch Spirit? I mean, someone could stay at our place, or I can bring him to y’all. What do y’all think?”

“Well, I would, but I just stayed over at your place for over a week. I’m going to stay home awhile,” Terry said.

“Me too, but you could bring him over here, if he don’t mind a lot of people around,” Kinsey said.

“Hey, let us keep him,” Trevor said. He’d just got back to the table, and heard the end of the conversation.  “Spirit is a cool cat.” He looked at Zach, “Ok with you?”

Zach nodded, “Sure, why not…bring him over any time.”

“Great, that’s settled then,” said Steve. He got up to go find Ghost and let him know.

“Hey, guess what? Trevor and Zach will keep Spirit at their house whle we’re gone. You ok with that?”

Ghost looked up from the shot he’d just made. “Yeah, that’s fine. He likes them, and I know they’ll take care of him.”

“Yeah, that’ll work out fine. I’m gonna go call Linda right now. I’ll be in the office,” Steve said. “We really need to get going on this.”

Ghost didn’t say anything, but was already getting anxious about the trip…and the flying part. He went back to his game though, trying to improve his shots. He’d never played very much before. Trevor joined him again, picking up his cue stick

“Did Steve tell you?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Spirit will like it I guess. He’s pretty calm, and we’ll bring his food,” Ghost said. He racked up the balls again. “You break, Trevor.”

They played a few rounds, and Ghost actually won one, but he suspected Trevor had just let him win it.

“Steve said y’all were flying out there,” Trevor said.

“Yeah, looks like it.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”

“I know, everybody says that, but that don’t make me feel any better about it,” Ghost said. He sighed, and shook his head. “I’m scared to, Trevor.”

“Is it just because it’s different, and new…or do you have a bad feeling about it?” Trevor asked.

Ghost shrugged. “Both…mostly ’cause it’s new, I guess. I’ll probably freak out…and I don’t want to. But, how do you not be scared, when you are?”

“Oh, good question. Just keep telling yourself positive things about it. You know, like it’s way faster…and Steve won’t be all tired and cranky, like after driving a long time.”

Ghost laughed. “That would definitely be a good thing.”

“Yep, and look at the other people on the plane. If they’re not looking scared, then there’s no reason for you to be.”

“Hey, yeah…that’s right. Thanks for telling me that…it helps a lot.”

Steve came back into the arcade room. “Well, everything’s all set. Linda says she’ll be ready in about a week. We’ll help load some stuff in her car, and she has a moving company to take the big stuff. She said she’ll rent a U-Haul, too, and we can drive it back here.” He smiled, happy to have got it settled. “I’m telling Kinsey to call the travel people. We’ll get our tickets, and leave next week. Ok?”

Ghost nodded. “I’m trying to not be scared.”

“Me too,” Steve said.

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The week passed pretty fast. Kinsey did book their flight, and gave Steve the printout of their itinerary. Ghost explained to Spirit that he was going on a trip, and would be back soon, and that he’d be staying with Trevor and Zach. “They’ll take real good care of you, my sweet kitty. Don’t be afraid, ok?” Spirit seemed to understand. He looked into Ghost’s eyes, and meowed. Ghost laughed. “I knew you would get it.”

“Hey, have you packed yet?” asked Steve.

“No, not yet…have you?”

“Well, I have some stuff laid out on the bed. I figure a few changes will be enough. Are the suitcases in the back room?” Steve asked.

“Uh-huh, the last I saw them they were.” He looked in his closet. “Guess I’ll pick some things to take,” he said to Spirit. He tossed a couple pair of soft, drawstring pants, his striped hoodie, and the long tie-dyed t-shirt, onto the bed. A few other shirts and socks and he was done. He’d wear his old Army jacket and jeans, on the way there. He put an extra notebook on the pile. His main one would be in his back pack with his markers.

“I got everything,” he hollered to Steve.

“Good…I put your suitcase out in the hall,” Steve yelled back. He was in his bedroom, packing his own stuff.

Ghost crammed all his clothes in his, and barely got it closed. He was sitting on the case, bouncing up and down to get it fastened, when Steve came in.

“I just thought of something,” Steve said.

“What?”

“We need to go to the bank, and get some money. We’ll need to pay for those tickets, and for eating, and all kinds of stuff, when we get there, and on the way back, too…and for gas,” Steve said. “Let’s go on up to Raleigh this afternoon, and get that done.”

“Now?”

“Yeah, why not…we have time before they close.”

So, they took off down the highway, and as usual, Steve drove fast, with the radio on loud.

“When are we going on the plane?” Ghost asked.

“Tomorrow afternoon…after lunch.”

“Ok, so why didn’t we just go to the bank in the morning?”

“Hah…I don’t know,” Steve said. “Guess I wasn’t thinking…it would have saved us a trip up here.” He started laughing, and Ghost just rolled his eyes.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 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 liscense 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.

Manic Monday – Hello, Again

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Manic Monday – Hello, Again

https://flipflopseveryday.wordpress.com/2017/10/18/manic-monday-7-challenge-hello-again/

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Welcome back, Sandi! 🙂

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Hello, again! Sandi is back with her music challenge, “Manic Monday”. If you like music and videos, this is a fun challenge. Just click on the above link to find out details. This time the prompt is ‘Hello, Again”.

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“Hello, Goodbye”, by the Beatles, was released as a single, in 1967, and written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney. It is on the Parlophone (UK), and Capitol (US) labels.

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“Hello, I Love You”, by the Doors, was released in 1968, from their album, “Waiting for the Sun”. It is on the Elektra label, and was written by Jim Morrison.

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

31 Days of Halloween – Fog

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31 Days of Halloween – Fog 

JNW’s Halloween Challenge

This Week’s Challenges: October 8 – 14 (OWPC, WW, JHC)

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Sorry, this one looks messy, but really…how do you paint fog on a rock? 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

Inspirational Blogger Award

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Inspirational Blogger Award

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http://suziland.net/2017/10/inspirational-blogger-award/

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Thanks for the nomination for this award, Suze! (you can find her blog by clicking the above link)

Here’s some rules. (do them if you want to…or not)

  1. Answer five questions posed by the person nominating you.
  2. Give one random fact about yourself.
  3. Link back to the blog of the person nomination you.
  4. Link back to the one who nominated you.
  5. Nominate 5 blogs to receive this award
  6. Pose them 5 questions of your own devising (Four personal, one stupid/fun)

These are the questions Suze asked:

My questions to you:

  1. What would your perfect blogging/writing room look like?
  2. When people come to you for help, what do they usually want help with?
  3. Who has impressed you most with what they’ve accomplished?
  4. What is the most annoying question that people ask you?
  5. As the only human left on Earth, what would you do?

My answers:

  1. It would have my computer, a bunch of shelves, and filing cabinets. I’d want a nice desk, with enough space to spread things out, and some drawers for office supplies. I’d have books, knick-knacks, and plants on the shelves. A window, no even better, a glass French type door, leading to a secluded patio space, with lots of flowers and plants, and bird feeders.
  2. I don’t think people come to me for help, that I know of. Sometimes my daughters want an old family favorite recipe, or something.
  3. My grand-daughter
  4. It’s annoying to be asked every day, ‘what do you want for breakfast, lunch, supper…it’s your decision’. I just can’t make decisions like that. I don’t care what we have. I’ll cook whatever, and eat whatever, just don’t make me decide.
  5. The last person on Earth? I don’t know how that would even happen. I’d want to have fun, going into stores and playing around with all the merchandise. Mostly though, I’d be scared. I hate to be alone, even in my own house. As clumsy as I am, I’d probably fall down first thing, and there’d be nobody to help me up! 🙂

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I guess that would be my random fact about myself…I don’t like being all by myself.

Now, the rest of the rules I don’t do. I don’t usually send out nominations for these, as I feel everyone deserves all the awards. I know how much time and effort it takes to keep up with a blog, so you all should be recognized.

If you want to grab the badge, and accept this award for yourself, please feel free to do that. Answer these same questions, and go have a look at the ones Suze answerd on her blog. There are interesting questions there, too. 🙂

Thanks again, for the nomination, Suze! 🙂

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2917 BS

Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 223

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Two Souls: Into the Fire … # 223

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 223

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“Hey, Kinsey,” Steve said. “Yeah, we’re here, still alive. In fact, we just got up a little while ago. What? Oh, we’re fine now, I think the flu, or whatever it was is gone. Anybody, still sick out there? Ok, good. Well, we’ve been busy…like last night…” he hesitated a second, not sure what to tell Kinsey about the coffin.

Ghost grabbed the phone, though, and started in telling Kinsey all about it. “Kinsey, we had to fight a war, and it was scary, and we threw holy shit at it, and rat poisoned it, and Steve shot the coffin all to pieces…but we won. We didn’t even have to use the pillows. Huh? Oh, the demon that was here. We banished it. …Oh, ok, here’s Steve.”

Steve took back the phone. “Don’t worry about us, Kinsey, we’re fine. Yeah, it was a…what did you call it, Ghost…a little demon? Oh, a lesser demon. Anyway, we got rid of it.” He listened to Kinsey for a minute. “Ok, sure, we can drive in today. See ya soon.” He shrugged.

“Kinsey want’s to see us in person, to see if we’re really ok,” he said.

“Are we going, now?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, why not. Get dressed…we’re going to town.”

“Why does he want to see us, all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know,” Steve said. “Probably ’cause we haven’t seen him in so long, you know, with everybody being sick.”

After getting ready to go, Steve revved the engine of the T-bird, to get it warmed up. “Man, we haven’t been anywhere in awhile. It’ll be good to drive and see everybody,” he said. He pulled out onto the highway, speeding as usual.

Ghost leaned back, letting the fresh air from the open window, blow his hair back. “This feels good.”

“I know, and it’ll clear our heads of being all stuffy in the house,” Steve said.

“I need to write on my wall, too. I brought my markers,” Ghost said.

The trip to the club only took them about ten minutes. “She still drives like a young’un,” Steve said, patting the dashboard, and grinning.

Ghost rolled his eyes, and got out of the car. He was happy that Steve liked his car so much. It was family, after all these years. He pushed open the heavy wooden door to the Yew. They stood there a minute, letting their eyes adjust to the dim interior.

“Hey, that was fast, guys,” Kinsey said, as he came out of his office. “C’mon in…good to see ya finally.”

“Hey, Kinsey,” Ghost said, giving him a hug. “I’m gonna write on the wall.” He headed over behind the stage.

“Turn on the lights, if you want to, Ghost,” Kinsey said. “Sit down, Steve…want a beer?”

“Sure, Kinsey,” Steve said, pulling up a chair at a table near the arcade room.

Kinsey sat down, smiling. “I gave all you guys a call…they should be here any time now.”

“Is this some kind of special meeting?” Steve asked.

“No, not really. It’s just I want to see y’all, to catch up on things, you know…well, I really just needed some company,” Kinsey said.

Steve laughed. “Oh, sure…anytime. We never hang out as much anymore, for some reason. Just so much going on, I guess.”

Kinsey nodded. “Yeah, then all of us getting sick like that. Do you think that was all it was, Steve? It was kinda funny with that other business with the other earthquake, too.”

“We had the same feeling,” Steve said.

“What were you talking about earlier…a demon…again?”

“Yep, at our house. Ghost thinks it was an underling to the big one that was over at Trevor’s, and it followed us home. It must have been hanging around all this time out in the graveyard, or something.” Steve frowned. “Then, lately it was doing weird shit, and maybe even those earthquakes…or at least made us all believe that’s what it was.” He paused a minute, taking a swig of his beer. “It got more serious, so we busted him. I think it’s gone for good now.”

“You really believe that hocus-pocus stuff, Steve?” Kinsey asked.

Steve took a breath, and let it out slow. “Kinsey, for real, I don’t know what to think. But, I know what I saw, and whether it was real or a hallucination, it was not good. It sure seemed real, to me, though…and I did see it…just once. When I turned on the flashlight…God…it was so ugly. It roared, Kinsey. I didn’t actually hear it, but I felt it…inside. Like when you hear somebody’s bass on the car radio turned up really loud, and it shakes your insides. That’s how it felt.” He shuddered. “And, that one little look at it…man, it was so freaking ugly.”

“Damn,” Kinsey said. “Nothing like that around here.”

“Be glad it isn’t. That crap scares me. Ghost was scared, too, but you should have seen him. Well, you did that other time, and this time, last night, was just as intense.”

“What all happened?”

“Oh, we gathered up all kinds of things to banish the thing.” He laughed. Some of it was kinda silly, now that I think about it. We had pillows, and TV trays, and bike helmets for protection. We poured rat poison and salt all around the yard, and Ghost mixed up some more of that oily herb stuff. He flung some of it at the thing. Hit it, too. But the best, was Ghost. The words he said, yelling how he was gonna kill the demon, and go away for good, ’cause we killed vampires, and he was nothing compared to that…well, he was totally in charge. And, by God, it worked.” He shook his head, remembering it all. “Oh, I shot holes in the coffin, too. Then it was gone for good. Kinsey, how does Ghost do that? He’s so flaky, and wouldn’t ever kill anything. He’s scared of spiders, and even his own shadow, most of the time. Then he transforms, or something, and kills vampires and demons. I see it happen, and it’s so awesome, every time.”

Kinsey shook his head. “I don’t know, Steve. That’s just how it is. Ghost has some magical power he was born with…even he don’t know how he does it, I’m sure. Just be glad he uses it for good, and not evil.”

Steve nodded. “You got that right.”

They continued to drink their beers, thinking their own thoughts for a bit. They could hear Ghost, humming to himself, over at the wall. Then the door clattered open, and Zach and Trevor came in.

“Hey, guys, grab a beer and come sit,” Kinsey said.

They did, and joined Steve and Kinsey at the table. “What’s up?” Zach asked.

“Nothing, Kinsey just needed company, so he called in his posse, ” Steve said, and laughed.

“Yeah, so what?” Kinsey asked. “I miss you guys hanging out around here.”

“Where’s Ghost?” Zach asked.

“He’s over at the wall,” Steve said.

“Ah, it’s been awhile. Guess he has to catch up.” Zach got up to go over there. “Just gonna see how he’s doing, then.”

“You and Zach feeling better, too?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Trevor said. “For awhile there I thought we’d die, and poor old Kinsey got caught, but we’re glad he helped us out.”

“Well, I couldn’t get up enough energy to leave,” Kinsey said, laughing.  “Who’s ready for another one?” he asked, walking over to the bar. They all were.

The back door banged open, and Terry and R. J. came in. They got themselves a beer, and pulled up a chair. “Hey, heard y’all had trouble with another demon, Steve,” Terry said. “What happened?”

Steve explained the story again. He didn’t mind. He felt fine being the spokesperson for “Demon Destroyers R Us”.  They all liked the name, so were taking turns making up advertising blurbs for the ‘company’…such as, “Ghost’s trump demons every time”, and “Demon Destroyer’s do it at night”. They were all laughing, as Ghost and Zach came back to the table.

“What’s so funny?” Zach asked.

They repeated some of the jokes, and Ghost and Zach came up with some of their own. After a bit, Ghost said, “This isn’t for real, is it? I don’t want to do it any more.”

“Naw, just messing around…unless you want to,” Steve said, winking.

“Uh-uh, not me,” Ghost said.

“This place sure needs some good times, again,” Kinsey said. “Are all of you so busy you can’t find time to do a show, anymore?” He looked at Terry and Zach. “The regulars come in all the time, but the jukebox just isn’t the same.”

“Ah, you know how it is, Kinsey,” Terry said.

“The last  one was before Christmas, for crying out loud,” Kinsey said. “And, I’m talking Gumbo here…Ghost and Steve are going out to California to help Linda with her move back here. So, Gumbo…get busy…I’ll give ya two weeks.”

“Sure, Kinsey, we can do that…can’t we Terry?” Zach asked.

“Yeah, guess so. You figure it out, Dude, you’re good at that. Then, let me know what to practice,” Terry said.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 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 liscense 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.