SONG LYRIC SUNDAY

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SONG LYRIC SUNDAY

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 6/25/17

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Today the prompt for Song Lyric Sunday is to find songs with ‘sounds’ in the title or lyrics. To join in the challenge, just click the above link. You can also see other entries.

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I’ve chosen two songs to feature today, because why not? They are two completely different themes, yet both have sounds in their titles.

This first one is  sung by Haley Mills. You probably remember her from her roles in movies and television. I’ve always enjoyed them.

“Ching Ching and a Ding Ding Ding”, by Haley Mills, was released in 1962. It was written by Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman, and is on the Buena Vista label.

The song seems to be about about a girl having a crush on a guy, while in high school. Sounds all innocent and sweet, if a little cheesy. I like the song, though, and even have the actual 45 record!

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Ding Ding Ding

Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding

I know a fellow just as cute as can be
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
I really think that he’s the boy for me
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
He takes me to dances and he sure knows how
He’s a real humdinger and a triple wow
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding

We go together but when we are alone
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
We’re always talking on the telephone
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
We went to the cinema and as I planned
The plot got exciting and he held my hand
Ching ching

Oo-oo-oo, when we twist yeah yeah
(yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
Oo-oo-oo, it’s just the swingingest
(yeah yeah)
You’re my style, crocodile

If I had the pick of all the boys in town
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
I’d pick him up and put the others down
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
On a string I wear his high school ring
I’m his queen and he’s my everything
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
Ching ching

INTERLUDE

You’re my style, crocodile
If I had the pick of all the boys in town
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
I’d pick him up and put the others down
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding
On a string I wear his high-school ring
I’m his queen and he’s my everything
Ching ching, and a ding ding ding

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This next song is, shall we say, a bit more mature in it’s theme suggestions. I like it, too.

“(Get It On) Bang a Gong”, by T-rex, was released as a single from the album, “Electric Warrior”, in 1971. It was written by Marc Bolen, and is on the Fly (UK) and Reprise (U.S.) labels.

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Well you’re dirty and sweet, clad in black
Don’t look back and I love you
You’re dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you’re slim and you’re weak
You’ve got the teeth of a hydra upon you
You’re dirty sweet and you’re my girl

Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on

You’re built like a car,
You’ve got a hub cap diamond star halo
You’re built like a car, oh yeah
You’re an untamed youth that’s the truth
With your cloak full of eagles
You’re dirty sweet and you’re my girl

Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on

You’re windy and wild,
You’ve got the blues in your shoes and your stockings
You’re windy and wild, oh yeah
You’re built like a car,
You’ve got a hub cap diamond star halo
You’re dirty sweet and you’re my girl

Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on

You’re dirty and sweet,
Clad in black, don’t look back and I love you
You’re dirty and sweet, oh yeah
You dance when you walk so let’s dance,
Take a chance, understand me
You’re dirty sweet and you’re my girl

Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on

Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on

Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on

Get it on, bang the gong, get it on
Get it on, bang the gong, get it on

Take me
For a meanwhile I’m still thinking

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© 2017 BS

PRAIRIE DOG CORNER

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PRAIRIE DOG CORNER

Prairie Dog Corner Sign

Maynard

A Prairie Dog (not the one in the story)

Have I told y’all about Prairie Dog Corner?

Here’s what happened.

One afternoon I was dog-sitting my daughter’s dog while she and her husband went out for awhile. That’s the dog in the photo. His name is Maynard. He’s a big, friendly, part Husky, part Labrador. He was out in the back yard. It’s a pretty big yard, fenced in.

I was in the house, when I heard some kind of noise out there, so I went to look. I see Maynard running around and around the yard, really fast. He was carrying something in his mouth, and it was squeaking. Okay, I figured it was his squeaky dog toy, which was brown and furry. But, as I looked closer, as he came running by, I saw it wasn’t a toy. It was a prairie dog, and it was doing the squeaking, for real!

What to do…what to do? I knew I couldn’t catch Maynard, he’s so fast, and also big enough to knock me down. So, I kept hollering at him to drop it…drop it!

After a few more laps around the yard, he did drop the prairie dog. The little critter wasn’t hurt at all, but was probably wondering how he got into such a predicament in the first place. We do have prairie dogs living close by the house, in the empty fields, so I suppose he somehow was taking a little tour of our yard, when to his surprise, he met up with Maynard.

Anyway, after being released from Maynard’s mouth, the prairie dog ran off, scampering under the fence, most likely to tell his friends of his escapades.

Now, you’d think this is the end of the story. It isn’t.

I refused to let Maynard back in the house, for the time being. I didn’t want to take any chances that the prairie dog might have been carrying rabies. You never know. So, I made the dog stay out. Meanwhile, I made a sign to hang on our door. It was to my daughter, who was expecting at the time, and SIL, saying ‘don’t come in until I tell you what’s happened’. I just wanted them to know, just to be on the safe side, so they wouldn’t get Maynard slobber on them.

They came home, read the note, and weren’t concerned about it at all! So we let Maynard back in, and all was good. No problems ever appeared since his encounter with the prairie dog. Thank goodness.

Later on, I painted the sign you see in the photo. I put it in the corner where Maynard had caught the little varmint. It’s forever known as Prairie Dog Corner, at our house. We laugh about it all, now. 🙂

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STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY – SOCS – RAIN/REIN/REIGN

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STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY – SOCS – RAIN/REIN/REIGN

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 24/17

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Today, we are to use the words ‘rain/rein/reign’ for our prompt. If you’re thinking you’d like to join in, just click the above link to find out details. You can see other entries, too! It’s fun! 🙂

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Rain…rein…reign

Rain…rein…reign

— What’s that?

— Oh, it’s my new rain-tone on my phone.

— That doesn’t make any sense. You mean it’s a ‘ring-tone’?

— Ring Tony? Rigatoni? ha-ha-ha!

— Okay, why is it raining? Make it stop.

— No, it’s my rain dance notice. Every time I hear it, I have to dance around. You know, it’s to call down the rain.

**commences dancing**

— You’re weird.

— You’ll see…pretty soon I’ll rein in the rain, and it will reign supreme!

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TWO SOULS: INTO the FIRE … # 173

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TWO SOULS: INTO the FIRE … # 173

Warning…adult content

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 173

warning…adult content

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Morning came, and Ghost was still bothered about the dream he’d had. As he and Steve were having their coffee, he did tell him what it was about. He asked, “Steve, who is Linda? I’ve heard that name before, but why?”

Steve was stunned. “Ghost…that’s my sister’s name…my oldest sister. She ran away from home when it got too bad, a long time ago. I was probably ten, that year. No one ever heard from her again. Not long after that, my mother took my next oldest sister, and left. I never saw any of them again.” He stopped, a pained look on his face at the memory.

“It was just me and my dad, and he was getting worse every day…so, when you asked me to come stay at your house, well…I never went home again. But, why would she be in a dream with Kinsey and Terry? It don’t make any sense.” He looked at Ghost, in confusion.

“I don’t know, Steve, that’s just how it came in my head,” Ghost said shrugging.

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They went about their day, but the conversation kept nagging at them. Later Ghost asked Steve if they could go do something. “I’m bored,” he complained.

“Well, where ya wanna go?” Steve asked.

“Anywhere but here. The snow’s all melted, so we can get on the road again.”

“Ok, why don’t we go into town, and we can check on the club and the record shop. You know, go in and look around.”

“Ok, I’ll get ready,” Ghost said.

They drove first to the record shop. Letting themselves in with the key, Steve turned on the lights.

“It’s weird in here, with Terry gone,” Ghost said.

“I know…too quiet…let’s check the club,” Steve said.

They drove over to the back parking lot of the Yew. Everything was dim and quiet over here, too. Steve went through the whole place, while Ghost wrote an entry onto the writing wall. As Steve came back downstairs, his phone rang. It was Kinsey.

“Hey, Kinsey,” Steve said, “we’re over here right now, checking on things. Everything looks good, and tell Terry the shop is ok, too.”

“That’s great, Steve,” Kinsey said.

“Where are y’all, now?”

“We just got back to our hotel…spent all day at Disneyland. Man, Terry was having a ball, and I took a lot of pictures,” Kinsey said.

“Cool, can’t wait to see them,” Steve said. “Oh, yeah…Ghost had a weird dream about y’all last night…”

Kinsey interrupted him, “Steve, there’s something I need to ask you.”

“Ok, what?”

Kinsey paused a moment, “Well, I don’t know how to put it, but did you ever hear anything about your sister, Linda? I know she left home, shortly before your mother and your other sister left. I hate to bring this up, Steve, but…”

“Kinsey, it’s ok…” Steve said. “What’s weird is that’s what Ghost had a dream about… you, and Terry, and Linda, and Disneyland…and no, I never heard anything from any of them after they left. It was just me and my dad, and well…you know that whole situation.”

“Yeah, I always felt bad for you…about all of that, but listen…this is the really weird part,” Kinsey said, “I thought I saw someone that I’d swear was Linda, today. This woman looked a lot like you, and of course it’s been so many years, I couldn’t be sure…”

“You saw her?” Steve asked.

“Well, I thought it could be her, but see, I don’t know,” Kinsey explained. “This lady was waiting for a ride, with two kids…looked about six or seven years old, I don’t know. Anyway, I went up and said hi, and asked if she was Linda. Well, she acted funny. At first she smiled, when I said her name, then I have a feeling she recognized me…maybe. But, then she looked like she was just going to run away from me, but said her name wasn’t Linda, and I must be mistaken. I asked did she have a brother named Steve…and she looked straight at me and said no. Then she took the kids, and walked away real fast.

Now, Steve, I don’t know what to make of it, and I probably shouldn’t have, but I took her picture with my phone, as the three of them walked away,” Kinsey said. “They’re not great photos, but if you want, I’ll send them to your phone. This may not mean anything at all, ya know…just a weird encounter.”

Kinsey waited a few seconds, thinking his phone had disconnected. “Ya there, Steve? Can ya hear me?”

Steve had not said a word while Kinsey had been talking, trying to take it all in. “Yeah, I’m here,” he finally said. “Go ahead and send the pictures, Kinsey. I don’t know what to think, it’s so random, ya know. But, then that dream Ghost had last night…could be something to it.”

“Ok, it’ll take a few minutes. There’s three pictures I’m sending. Anyway, that’s all the news from us. We’re heading back east, tomorrow. Call me back if you want to talk,” Kinsey said.

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Steve was agitated, and paced around, there in Kinsey’s office. Ghost was sitting on the couch. He’d heard Steve’s part of the conversation. “It’s her, Steve…it has to be.” he said.

“I don’t know, Ghost. It’s strange, but what if it is? What should I do about it? From what Kinsey said, she doesn’t want to be found.” He sighed, trying to calm himself. “Oh, here’s the pictures, now.”

He stared closely at the photos as he searched the woman’s features. They were not ideal, being at a distance, and only one full facing the camera. “Look, what do you think?” He gave Ghost the phone.

“That’s her, Steve. That’s her…and those little kids…they’re the same ones as in my dream. And yeah, she does kinda look like you, with the same kind of hair. I can’t see her eye color, but they are dark like yours. I’m gonna say yes. Of course, I never seen your sister before, so I can’t really know, but that’s for sure the ones I seen in my dream.” Ghost handed the phone back to Steve.

“But, what am I supposed to do about it?” Steve asked. “I mean, she said she wasn’t, and we don’t know where she lives or anything…”

“Call Kinsey back.”

Steve did call back…”Hey we looked at those pictures. It’s hard to tell, but we both see the resemblance. So, what do you think we should do? We don’t know where she went after talking to you.”

“I know, Steve, but listen…I did give her my business card, and also wrote your phone number on the back, too. Maybe she’ll contact one of us. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see. If not, well, probably wasn’t meant to be, or it really wasn’t her at all,” Kinsey said.

“Yeah, guess that’s all, just wait and see. Anyway, thanks Kinsey,” Steve said, ending the call.

He looked at Ghost, and shrugged. “We’ll have to just wait and see if she calls. If we get contacted, then I’ll deal with it. Now, though, it’s business as usual around here.”

“You don’t seem very excited…or upset about it,” Ghost said. “Why not?”

“I don’t know, guess because it’s not for sure. And truthfully, I don’t even half way remember her. I was just a little kid when she left, and so much was going on at the time…all the bad stuff, and then my mom and my other sister, Lisa, left…” he closed his eyes, as he rubbed his face.

“Ghost…it was bad. I know you’ve heard me say how it was, but that’s just something that gets deep inside ya…and, it’s all I could do to make it through. Well, I know you understand…then, I finally left to go to your house that day. I look at it like you and your grandmother pretty much saved me.” He stopped for a minute.

“Steve…” Ghost asked. “whatever happened to your dad?”

Steve sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t think you remember, ’cause it happened when you were out at the graveyard, messing around in the woods one day. I’d come in the house for something. I think your grandmother was getting us something to eat and drink. I was going to bring it back outside for us. Anyway, my dad came to the house, and Ghost…he started yelling and threatening your grandmother…about stealing me away from him. I hid in the bedroom, but I could hear him. Your grandmother was a strong, feisty lady. She let him have it right back. She told him she’d turn him in for child abuse, if he ever came back.”

Steve looked into Ghost’s eyes. “She meant it, too. Anyway, he left. That was the first time in probably five years I’d even seen him. Well, I was about sixteen then, I already had the T-bird. That was the last time I ever saw him…well, ya know…hear him. Why he pretended to care that day, I don’t know. Anyway, I was embarrassed to face your grandmother, but she came in the bedroom and saw me…a big ‘ol teenager, crying like a baby. But, she said not to worry, she’d always stick up for what was right. She gave me the biggest hug…I loved your grandmother, Ghost…”

He took a deep breath. “Anyway, some time later, maybe a year, I don’t know, she told me he’d killed himself…over in Georgia. She’d heard it from someone. I don’t know the details, but I didn’t even care. I was glad, and that was the end of it.”

Ghost was frowning. “How come I never knew any of this, Steve? You didn’t say anything about it, and neither did my grandmother. I wish I would’a known…I maybe could have helped ya feel better.”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know…I was still embarrassed that my family was so messed up, and it was over anyway. I asked your grandmother not to say anything to you. I’m sorry, Ghost. I knew even then that it would really bother you.”

“Ok, Steve, I get it. So, now what? What are you gonna do if that lady is your long, lost sister?”

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Next part coming soon!

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© 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, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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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.

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FRIENDLY FILL-INS

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FRIENDLY FILL-INS

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https://mcguffysreader.blogspot.com/

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Here are the fill-ins:

  1. A recurring dream I have is _____________________.
  2. Turn ______________ into ________________________.
  3. _____________________________ is driving me crazy!
  4. Lately, I have been _____________________________.

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  1. It seems my recurring dreams are always on the creepy and scary side. There are lots I have had several times over the years. They are always the same. I have no idea why, what they mean, or what causes them to be replayed.  So many to choose from! … In this one I’m driving on a busy freeway, and I’m so nervous, because I know what will happen. I know the way I want to go, and all will be good, but taking a different road, that leads up and over the main road, will get me in trouble, lost, and scared to death. I only have a few seconds to decide which way to go. I try my best to go the safe way, but somehow I always end up on the scary road…every single time. (this may have to do with my bridge phobia)
  2. Turn straw into gold. Naw…that’s a fairy tale. It would be nice, but it’s just wishful thinking.
  3. Itching is driving me crazy! It’s so dry here, it makes us all itchy, no matter how much lotion we use.
  4. Lately, I have been planting some seeds in little pots. They have mostly already sprouted, within a couple of days.

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CEE’S ODD-BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE

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CEE’S ODD-BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: June 18, 2017

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This is where we can post any odd or unusual photos…anything goes! It’s fun, so why not join in the challenge? Just click on the above link to find out details, and to see other entries. 🙂

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  • Blue trucks, real and reflected
  • Cheese fries
  • Spider in saucepan
  • Spiderman painted rock

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LOOK! I FOUND SPIDERMAN!

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LOOK! I FOUND SPIDERMAN!

So, a couple of days ago we went out to lunch with my daughter and grand-daughter. It was at a hamburger place called, “Buns Over Texas”, where you order your burger, then choose your own fixin’s to put on it at the little salad bar. When your burger is cooked, they holler out, for instance, “Barbara, your buns are up!” haha … Anyway, before we went inside to order, we were standing around outside by some trees and such.

We happened to notice a rock, placed upon a tree stump. It was painted! I squealed, of course, because I love all kinds of rocks, and especially painted rocks. You’ve probably seen some of mine on other posts here.

Here’s some photos I took of the rock that looks like Spiderman!

    

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I turned the rock over and there was a little sticker on it. It seems it was a rock, placed there by a member of a Facebook Group, called, “Tex New Mex Rocks”. The sticker asks that we take a photo, then post it to the group FB page, and then re-hide the rock, for someone else to find. What a great idea! Pass on the fun for others.

So, that’s what I did. I joined the group page, and posted my photos. Now I just need to find a good place to hide the rock. They say it should be pretty much in plain sight, for finding. Also, we are encouraged to paint our own rocks, stick their label on the back, and continue the fun all around. I plan on doing this, as I’ve painted rocks for years. I just never thought of hiding them around places. Now, I did do this with handmade bookmarks, with art I drew on them, asking for them to be passed along. It is lots of fun to spread some happiness and fun along to those who find them.

Anyway, that’s my story of finding Spiderman! It sure made my day brighter. 🙂

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CEE’S BLACK & WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE – TWO of ANYTHING

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CEE’S BLACK & WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE – TWO of ANYTHING

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Couples, Twins, Two of Anything

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This week we are to find photos that include anything that consists of twos. To join in the challenge, and also see other entries, just click the above link.

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  • 2 Fortune Cookies (Pandas)
  • 2 Sun Flowers
  • 2 Birds on a Fence
  • 2 Bottles of Wine
  • 2 Feet/shoes
  • 2 Dogs in Costume

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51 WEEKS/51 SONGS FROM the PAST

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51 WEEKS/51 SONGS FROM the PAST

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51 Weeks: 51 Songs From The Past: Week 25: Elbow – One Day Like This

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Thanks, Hugh, for another great prompt for this challenge!

Time for another look back at a song from the past. We were asked what song would we like as a wake up tune in the mornings.

One song I love to hear any time, morning, evening, day, or night, is this one you can see in the video below. It is a fun song, and easy to sing along to. I have to sing it, out loud, any time or place I hear it. This song always puts me in a good mood. It helps that I know all the words without looking. Not saying I can carry a tune at all, but I’ve sang it at home, in grocery stores, and restaurants…wherever I hear it playing.

You remember the song from last week, “The Way”, by Fastball? I heard it on the speakers at the grocery store just yesterday. Yes, I sang that one out loud, too. 🙂

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“Take It Easy”, by the Eagles, was released as a single, from the album, “Eagles”, in 1972. It is on the Asylum label, and was written by Jackson Browne, and Glenn Frey.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 172

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 172

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

# 172

warning…adult content

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“Guess I better get him home,” Steve said. “Thanks for having us over for dinner, Zach, it was really good.”

“Yeah, man, glad you could make it,” Zach said. “Is he going to be ok?”

Steve nodded, and looked down the hallway. Ghost was coming back from the bathroom.

“Hey, Steve, guess what? They got a big old fashioned bathtub in there…big enough for both of us. Hey, Trevor, can we get in there, now?” Ghost was yelling over the music to be heard. He swayed as he stood there by the table, still holding his mostly empty wine bottle.

“Ghost,” Steve said, “it’s time to go home. Dinner is over and we have to go, now. Tell Zach and Trevor thank you for inviting us.”

“Home? Why? We’re having fun, Steve.” Ghost tried to focus on Steve’s face.

“C’mon, let’s get in the car,” Steve said, getting up from the table.

“Fine, Steve…bye, y’all…I liked your food,” Ghost slurred, and tried to head for the door, but started leaning, as he walked, and ran right into a wall, falling backward onto his butt. He started laughing.

Steve hauled him up, and out the door toward the car. “Thanks, again, Zach…talk to y’all later.”

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“Where we going?” Ghost asked. He peered out the windshield, as they drove down the highway.

“We’re going home,” Steve said.

“Oh, well…I don’t know how to get there, do you?”

“Yeah, I know how…don’t worry about it.”

“Why we going…why we going?” Ghost kept saying over and over.

Steve just let him babble on. It had been a long afternoon, and he was tired. It didn’t help his nerves any, that the road was now snow packed. He had to concentrate hard on his driving, which made his shoulders ache, and his eyes hurt.

Ghost had been quiet for a few minutes. Steve glanced over at him, seeing that he’d already passed out. Finally pulling into their driveway, he shook Ghost awake. “We’re home, wake up.”

Ghost yawned real big, but didn’t wake up.

“Dude, I’m not gonna carry you in. It’s slippery and I don’t want to fall again, now…wake up.” He shook Ghost harder.

“What?” Ghost said.

Steve opened the car door, letting in a blast of cold air. He hoped it would wake Ghost up long enough to get into the house.  Leaning on Steve, Ghost did manage to walk up the steps. They kept going to the bedroom, where he fell onto the bed. Steve put a blanket over him, then went into his own bedroom and collapsed into his own bed. Sometime in the night, he heard Ghost in the bathroom, throwing up. In a few minutes, he came into Steve’s room.

“Can I sleep with you? I think I might die, and I don’t want to be alone,” Ghost said.

“Sure, c’mon,” Steve said, scooting over. He snuggled the blankets around them both.

The next time he woke up, it was morning. The sun was out, and was melting the snow. Ghost was still asleep, so Steve went to make the coffee. He’d let Ghost sleep as long as he wanted. After pouring himself a mug of the strong coffee, he opened the front door, to see about three inches of snow still on the ground. The porch was fairly clear, though. Spirit came out, and tentatively sniffed at the snow. He touched it with his paw, then jerked it back, shaking it.

Steve laughed. “Go on and jump in, Spirit,” he said. The cat gave him a look, and meowed. “I know…it’s cold, Dude.”

Ghost had woken up, and was now wrapped in a blanket, holding his own cup of coffee, as he came outside. “Morning…” he said.

“Damn, you look rough,” Steve said. “Did you have a wild night, or what?”

“Shut up…I feel like crap. Why’d ya let me drink so much?”

“Like I could stop ya,” Steve said. “Suffering now, aren’t ya?”

“Yeah,” Ghost said. He wrapped the blanket tighter, then sat on the swing. Closing his eyes, he asked, “Did I do stupid stuff?”

“Oh, yeah,” Steve laughed. “That’s what drunk people do…stupid stuff.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, like dancing all over the place, and running into walls, and falling down…oh, and laughing like a hyena…that’s all. You were quite fun to watch.”

“Oh, God…they won’t ever want me to come over, again,” Ghost said.

“It’s fine…they were having a good time, too.”

Ghost sat there moaning a little more, as he rocked back and forth. Spirit came to sit on his lap. “Spirit says he wants to make a snowman,” Ghost said.

“Spirit says? A cat wants to make a snowman?” Steve asked.

“Well, he can’t really make one by himself, so he wants us to do it for him,” Ghost said. He scratched the cat under the chin. “Isn’t that right, Spirit?”

Steve shrugged. “Well, why not. We better hurry, though, the sun’s melting it already.” He went out into the yard. Gathering up some snow into a fairly good sized base, he noticed Ghost and Spirit were still on the porch, just watching him. He made a snowball and threw it at them. “C’mon, help me out here, you two.”

“I’m too cold…I’ll freeze.”

“Fine, then go get something for his face and arms, then,” Steve said, actually enjoying the snowman making.

Ghost went inside to put on a jacket and boots. Finding a scarf and hat for the snowman, and some charcoal briquettes for the eyes, he came back outside. He found a couple of dried tree branches for the arms. “Here put these on,” he said.

When they were finished, they stood back to look at their creation. Spirit crept up to it, hissed, then ran away.  This made them laugh so hard, they fell down in the snow. Ghost made some snowballs, and threw them at Steve, who returned fire. Eventually they called it a draw, and went back inside.

“I’m making hot chocolate,” Steve said, as they both tried to get warmed up. Ghost turned on the tv to see what was on. It was the news, reporting about all the black Friday sales going on.

“Hey, Steve, what ‘cha want for Christmas?” Ghost asked.

“I don’t know…haven’t thought about it.”

“Well, what ‘cha gonna get me?”

“I don’t know yet…why are you asking all these questions?” He looked over at Ghost, who was grinning.

“”Cause I gotta make plans.”

“Oh, plans…”

“Yeah, secret plans, ya know.”

Steve nodded, “I see…well, guess I better make some secret plans, too.” He laughed. He tried hard to blank his mind from what he was thinking. He knew already what he was getting Ghost. He’d known for a long time.

“You know, one of these days I’ll probably have to do some secret shopping, and you can’t come,” Steve said, easing into the subject.

“Uh-huh, guess that would make sense, being it’s secret,” Ghost said. “Guess I have to do that, too…by myself, ya know.”

Steve nodded. “I know,” he said. They both had sneaky looks on their faces.

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They stayed home, though, the rest of the day. Steve played his guitar, while Ghost made a pot of potato soup. He wanted something easy on his stomach, after the night before. He continued to think of something to get Steve for Christmas. He had a lot of ideas, but rejected them all, as too childish, too boring, or just plain dumb. He did write them down, though, so he’d remember what he’d considered. At last the soup was ready.

“Steve,” Ghost said, as they sat at the kitchen table, “this here notebook is secret stuff, so you can’t look at it, ok?” He had the notebook on the table, beside him.

Steve eyed it. “That one there…that blue one? Where ya gonna hide it?” He figured Ghost would absentmindedly tell him, and he almost did.

“It’s gonna be…oh, wait…you’re trying to trick me, Steve. I’m not telling, just please don’t look, ok?”

“Oh, ok, but don’t leave it laying around, or I might be tempted.”

After supper, Ghost wrote more plans in the notebook. Steve came into the bedroom, after locking up the house for the night. “You gonna write all night?” he asked.

“No, I’m just about done,” Ghost said.

“Suit yourself, I’m going to bed,” Steve said.

Ghost wrote a little longer, then put the notebook under the mattress for safekeeping, and turned out the light. He slept most of the night dream free, but then, close to dawn he was jolted awake by a name he heard in a weird dream. It wasn’t scary, but unsettling. It had Kinsey and Terry in it, and a lady named Linda. Steve was in it too. He saw two little kids hiding behind the woman, and Steve was laughing and crying at the same time. He didn’t understand it at all. He planned on telling it to Steve in the morning.

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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.

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No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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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.

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