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Friday, December 19, 2014


#104 content 


Ghost woke first, mid-morning. The wind was howling outside. His blankets were nice and warm, from body heat, but the room was cold. He took a blanket, wrapped around his head and shoulders, and went to make coffee. Then, he went to wake Steve.

"Hey, move over," he said, as he got into Steve's bed.

"What's the matter?" Steve mumbled.

"It's snowing, and it's cold. I made coffee."

"It's snowing?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, go look outside," Ghost said, wrapping himself around Steve's warm body, shivering.

"Maybe in a minute, I can't move 'cause you're all over me," Steve said.

"That's 'cause I'm so cold."

They snuggled a few minutes, until the warm, rich, coffee smell brought them to the kitchen. After pouring each of them a mug, Steve looked out the window. "Yep, it's snowing...seems early though, it's not even Halloween, yet."

Ghost took his coffee out to the living-room, then opened the front door. A blast of cold wind and snow blew through the screen.

"Shut the door," Steve hollered.

"Ok, guess I can't go sit on the swing, then."

"Good observation, there, Ghost," Steve teased. "Guess I can't get into town either. I was supposed to go to work, again." Steve picked up his phone to call Terry. "Hey, Terry, we're snowed in out here," Steve said, when Terry answered. "I'm not gonna get over there today. What?" he listened. "Yeah, we'll be and let us know." He hung up. "Terry said don't come in 'cause the whole town is without power. He's not opening, anyway," he told Ghost.

"Do we have power?" Ghost asked.

Steve looked at him funny. "What do you think, Ghost? For you think we have power, or not? Just...I don't know...look around...what do you think?"

Ghost looked around the room. "Hmm, guess we do, 'cause I made the coffee."

"No, guess again," Steve said.

"Well, the lights are working," Ghost said, as he flipped the switch.

"Yes, that's it. The lights are on...and anyway, the coffee pot isn't electric. It's made on the stove, and the stove runs on propane, way out here."

Ghost sneered, "I know that, that's not what I meant. I meant why do we have power, and they don't?"

"Oh," Steve said, thinking a minute. "That, I don't know. Just a fluke, I guess."

"Well, shouldn't we tell somebody?" asked Ghost.

"Tell them what...that...gee, we have power out here, maybe you should come turn it off, like everybody else?" Steve snorted.

"No, Steve...just ask why."

"You're killing me, Ghost, with all your whys, what ifs, and how comes. Just be happy we have it," Steve said, now tired of the conversation, already. He went to the kitchen to find something to eat. "Guess we'll just have to have cereal today, unless you plan on cooking?"

"Maybe later, Steve. I'll make potato soup."

"That sounds perfect, can't wait," Steve said.

They busied themselves for awhile, Ghost working on his pictures, and writing copy for the book. Steve played his guitar, and tried to make a plan for making a CD of their songs.

"What do you think we should use for the cover picture, Ghost?"

"Well, we could use one of these here pictures, I guess. They look pretty cool. Maybe this one?" Ghost handed one over to Steve.

"Yeah, both of us are in it, but so are these 'spirit' people," he said.

"I know, that's what's good about it. See, our name is 'Lost Souls?', so these spirits are some lost souls...get it?"

"Oh, yeah, now I get it. We look pretty good here, too."

"Ok, this is the one, but is it going to be in color, or should I just color them like last time? And, how many can we make?" Ghost asked.

"Well, we made a lot, last time...I think it was 100. So, maybe more than that. I need to talk to some people about all of this; people who do this kind of stuff, 'cause I don't really know. The tape we did by ourselves. This time it should be more professional," Steve said. "I liked the songs we picked. We need to record them in a studio...maybe Terry's, again?"

"Yeah, Steve, that was real fun, and we sounded good."

"Yeah, but we need to practice a lot more, first," Steve said. "How's the book layout coming along?"

"Good, and I'm still writing stuff. The pictures fit good, too. There's something I wanted to ask, though. I want it to be a book, but I want just my own writing on the know, not typed. Can they do that?"

"Well, I think so; we'll ask the printer, but if that's what you want, we'll do it somehow," Steve said.

They continued working awhile. Ghost decided to start cooking, and went into the kitchen. He got the potatoes boiling, and had just started back to the living-room, when the lights went out.

"Steeeve, the lights went out," he whined.

"Yeah, I can see they did, Ghost." He sat up from the couch, where he'd been stretched out.

It wasn't night yet, so they could still see, but it was darker because of the snowy, gray day.  "Better find some candles, and the flashlight," Steve said.

"Yeah, at least we have the stove and the heater," Ghost said.

"Your grandmother had the right idea. The heater runs on propane, too. At least we won't freeze."

"But, it's still cold in here," Ghost said.

"Well, get another blanket, then. We'll be fine."

Ghost went to find candles, and to check on his soup.

Kinsey wasn't having an easy time of it back at the Yew. The whole town was blacked out, and as evening came, his club and apartment above, grew cold without heat. And, he was losing money, because he couldn't open. Terry had made his way over earlier, to discuss the situation. 

"How long do you figure this'll last, Kinsey?" he asked.

"I don't know, but the last weather update was saying it was a freak blizzard, and might last all week. Even the electric company can't get out to repair the lines, yet. Guess we'll have to make the best of it," Kinsey said.

Yeah, look at it out there...probably three feet already, and still coming down," Terry said. He looked over at Kinsey. "What now?" he asked, seeing the worried look on Kinsey's face.

"It's Steve and Ghost. You know how it is, Terry...I always worry about them. They drive me crazy, know."

"Yeah, I know. I did talk to Steve, earlier. He said they're fine, and not to worry. I'm sure they'll be ok. We've all been through snowstorms before, and besides, Miz Deliverances's old house was made for stuff like this. And, all that work we did on the house, back in the summer, remember, the new roof, and some insulation should help. Aren't they on propane out there, too?" Terry said.

"Oh, yeah, I think they are.  They're probably better off than we are, here in town. We have that little generator, but it may not last long. If it goes out, we have no other heat, and the pipes could freeze in here," Kinsey said. 

They kept looking out at the wind-driven snow, making drifts higher. 

"Do you think they have enough food?" Kinsey asked.

""That, I don't know, but for a day or two, yeah, they'll be fine," Terry said. "What about those other two, Zach and Trevor? Ya worried about them, too?" 

"Yeah," Kinsey said, "especially out there in that creepy house. I don't even know if they ever had any lights turned on, or water. Well, they're closer to town. Guess they could walk in, if they have to. I don't think their car could make it until the streets are plowed, though," Kinsey shrugged. "Well, if they do show up here, I'll let 'em in, but this isn't any's cold in here, too. I'm going to find some can hang out here if you want to. Maybe we can get in a game of pool, before it gets too dark."

"Sure, I'll go rack them up," Terry said, happy to have something to do.

Zach and Trevor weren't worried at all. They were having fun. Zach had never seen this much snow before, being from Louisiana, so he was out in it, doing things he'd only heard about.

"Hey, Trev, look...I'm making a snow angel...hey, look, I'm making a snowman!" 

Trevor joined him for a while. "You never did any of this when you were a kid?

"No, never. New Orleans doesn't get snow, well...maybe a couple of flakes, every ten years or so. Hey let's have a snowball fight," Zach said, as he started balling up snow. 

After having fun, Trevor announced he was going in. "I'm freezing, Zach. You're gonna get frost bite. Let's go in."

"Yeah, ok, guess I'm not really dressed for this weather, anyway," Zach said. He'd never had a need for a coat, so he'd put on one of Trevor's.

"I'm making some cocoa, can you drink that?" Trevor asked.

"No, but go ahead, if you want some," Zach said. "Cocoa has caffeine in it too. Maybe I'll just have hot milk. I like it fine."

Trevor went into the kitchen to prepare the drinks. He still didn't know how or why they had running water and electricity. They'd never had them turned on. He didn't want to think on it too hard, though. The old house gave it to them, maybe it would take it away, if they questioned it.

Next part coming soon!

Peace, Love, & Writing

Wednesday, December 17, 2014


#103 content


Ghost and Steve were at home now, and had started eating their pizza. Ghost was drinking his Scuppernong wine, right from the bottle, and Steve had cracked open a beer. It was late afternoon. Outside, the wind had picked up, making the air chilly, as it swirled leaves around. Every time a gust would rattle the back door, Ghost would jump and look.

"What's got ya so jumpy, Ghost?" Steve asked.

"Nothing," Ghost answered, as he stared at the back door.

"Yeah, something is getting to you. Are you fixing to have a meltdown, or what? After earlier, I feel ok?"

"It's something,'s Nothing," Ghost said, and jumped again as the door rattled.

"That's just the wind...and, what are you talking about, anyway? Is it something, or nothing that's on your mind?" Steve was confused.

"'s something I'm bothered about, and that is Nothing. I think he wants in, and he's banging on the door...and, I'm scared, and you should go on and do something about Nothing...out there" Ghost started pacing around the living room. "He's either alive, or his spirit is alive, and it's coming after us. I can't forget about it. It's gonna keep on, and on, and on, until he's outta there...somewhere, I don't know...but, can you please do something about Nothing?" He was really frightened.

Steve was shaking his head, "No, I can't do it Ghost. I'm not gonna. I'd die if I had to go do that. I'd freaking lose it, Ghost. What if I dig down there, and it's all moldy? What if it's all gooshy and liquid...what if it stinks? Oh, God...I just can't."

"But, Steve, what if you did, and he wasn't even there. What if he came alive, and clawed his way out, and he's roaming around right now?" Ghost's eyes got wide, as he thought of it. "Oh, shit...I know why he's trying to get in here..he's looking for his head, Steve!" He shuddered, and started sobbing.

Steve's eyes had gotten huge, too as he could picture this. "Stop it, just stop it," he said. "That whole thing you just said is impossible. That'd never happen in a million years." He hoped he sounded convincing.

"You don't know," Ghost said. "It could be real."

"Yeah, and it could be just you telling one of your dream stories," Steve tried to laugh it off.

"Well, you need to go look, now, just in case," Ghost urged.

"Like hell I will," Steve said.

"So, ya wanna wait until he breaks in here tonight? Do you wanna deal with it in the dark...huh? Is that what ya wanna do, Steve?" Ghost asked.

Steve stopped for a minute. Ghost had a point. He didn't want to go out to the graveyard in the dark...not tonight, anyway. "Crap, ya got me, Ghost. Guess I'll have to go now, but you're coming with me. Oh, we're bringing our guns, too, just in case we have to kill him again."

"Fine...let's do it then," Ghost said. He got up to go get the guns, and their jackets. "Here," he said, handing Steve his gun. "It's loaded, and the safety is on."

"Where's the shovel?" Steve asked. "Did we leave it out there?"

"I think so," Ghost said, as they went out back. He looked over the yard, not seeing it anywhere. "We'll need the wheel barrow, too...but, Steve...where are we gonna move him to?"

"I think I know. You remember that old trailer house that him and the others were staying at...way across the woods? It's abandoned, still...falling, that's where we'll put him. Sorta like he'd be coming back home, ya know...and it's far away from here. Ok?"

"That's perfect, Steve," Ghost said. He began wheeling down the path.

They slowed, as they reached the spot. Peering through the trees, they kept looking for signs of any disturbance, since they'd been here the last time. It looked the same. The branches still covered the make-shift grave.

"Ok, now we dig," Steve said. "It shouldn't be as hard as last time." He jammed the shovel down into the dirt.

It did go faster, this time. After about a dozen shovelfuls each, they could see the top of the garbage bag. It still looked intact.

"You ready?" Steve asked, looking at Ghost. "We gotta pull it up, and into the wheelbarrow."

"Is it liquid, yet? It had a tear in it already, remember? I don't want none getting on me this time," Ghost said.

They grabbed hold, and began pulling. It did feel a little sloshy, and some bits of fluid seeped out the earlier rip.

"C'mon, Ghost...lift it. We almost got it in." Steve was struggling.

Suddenly, Ghost turned around and vomited.

"What tha..." Steve yelled. "Ghost, what's the matter?" Then he felt a wave of nausea overtake him, too. He let it spew. He was trying his best to block out the fetid smell of Nothing's corpse, but they were being enveloped in it, along with their partially digested pizza, and alcohol.

"Oh, God, Steve...I'm dying," Ghost sputtered, as he was between rounds of heaving. Steve was in no better shape now, either.

After a few minutes, their stomachs empty, they continued to gag, but went on with their plan.

"Well, Steve, it wasn't too didn't rip open much more."

"Yeah, that's good...but, damn...that smell nearly killed me. I thought I was going to pass out, but I was afraid I would fall in on it, ya know," Steve said. "It still stinks, but less than in that hole. We'll come back and fill it in." They took off toward the old trailer.

"Are we going in the right direction?" Ghost asked, looking around.

"Yeah, it's a little farther on."

They soon found it, and rested a minute. "Are we just setting it in there, or digging another hole?" Ghost asked.

"We better dig," Steve said. They found an out of the way spot, almost under the trailer, to start digging. Now, the ground was hard packed, so it took them awhile.

As they finished, they covered it as best they could, and left. It was almost dark, now. They still had to fill in the graveyard hole. Finally, they made it back to the house, exhausted and filthy. In the kitchen, the remains of their pizza, left on the table, was too much to handle, so Ghost chunked the leftovers out in the trash barrel.

"I'm gonna be in the shower forever, Steve. I might not ever get this nasty shit washed off," Ghost said.

"Well, I have to have some hot water, too, so I'm coming in with ya," Steve said. "We'll just have to share."

They took off their grungy clothes, throwing them out in the back room, to be washed, later. The steaming water felt good on their tired bodies. Ghost just stood there, with his eyes closed, letting the strong jets of water soothe his aching muscles. His long hair turned a darker shade of blond, and it streamed down his back. Steve was behind him. He opened the shampoo and squirted it onto Ghost's head, and began massaging it in.

As the soap ran down and off, Steve bent his own head over Ghost's shoulder and wet his hair, then turned and gave Ghost a long, watery kiss. Ghost reached for the shampoo, and washed Steve's hair.

"You've got funny hair, Steve," Ghost laughed, as he watched Steve shake his head, the curls bouncing back.

"Yeah, but you love it," Steve said, grabbing the bar of soap, using it, then handed it to Ghost. They were both slippery, and so was the tub. Ghost almost fell, but Steve caught him. They realized this could be more than just a shower, so they took full advantage of their nakedness. The hot water began to run out, and this too was refreshing, after their bodies had been heated from steam, and passion.

A little later, they made hot chocolate, and Steve tried to play a game of cards with Ghost, but as usual, Ghost had no idea what the cards meant, so Steve made up silly rules as they went along. At least it was taking their minds off the earlier events.

"I still feel guilty, Steve...I mean, being clean, playing cards, and laughing, ya know; because, he's dead, and can't do that stuff anymore."

"Yeah, but it's done, it's over, and all them vampires are not human, anyway. So, we can't keep from being ourselves...because we are human. Just try to forget about it, ok?

"But, should we still be worried about Twig, and Molochai? I haven't sensed them in awhile."

"I wouldn't worry, then," Steve said. "They probably sensed in their own way, that Nothing was gone, and they have no back-up. Probably went on to something else, like stuffing themselves with ho-ho cakes, and chartreuse," Steve reasoned.

Ghost laughed, "Yeah, they always did go for their ho-ho's"

They continued their game for a bit longer, then went to bed. Everything was peaceful, during the night, as it grew colder. As they slept, the first big snowfall of the season began to fall.


Next part coming soon!

Peace, Love, & Writing

Monday, December 15, 2014


#102 content 


When they picked up the pictures, the photo clerk looked at them funny. He'd seen the strange pictures that developed. Ghost just smiled at him, but didn't explain.

At the diner, they ordered their pizza, then sat in a booth while they waited for it to be ready. Looking through the pictures, Ghost said, "These all turned out good." He handed them over to Steve. He flipped through them all, but was frowning. He kept looking closer.

"Ghost, there's something weird about these graveyard ones. Look...what's that? These people in here, they weren't there when we were there. And, this one's got a blob of something on it. Ya sure your camera was working right?"

"Let me see." Ghost looked at them again. "I don't see anything weird. This is exactly what I took a picture of...I remember."

"This...this with the weird people and the blobs?" Steve asked again.

"Yeah, sure."

"You saw people and blobs out there? I didn't see anything at all like that," Steve said.

Ghost grinned, "Oh, those are the spirits, Steve. The ones I was talking all these places. I guess you couldn't see them? Huh, I guess the camera could, and I could, but not you? That's weird."

"No, what's weird is you can see them. Is this what you actually see, like all the time?"

Ghost shrugged. "Well, I saw these ones, and I can see others, all the time, but only if I want to. I can block it out most of the time, like now." He looked over behind Steve. "But, if I unblock it, I can see them everywhere. Like over behind you...there's two blobs, one orange and one green. They're just saying hi to me." Ghost waved at them.

Steve whirled around, hoping to catch sight of one of the bobbing spirits, but of course he couldn't. "There's nothing there, Ghost. You gotta be pulling my leg."

"Well, they're gone scared them away," Ghost said.

"How can you live like this, Ghost? Seeing spirits, hearing voices? I'd have been in the looney bin years ago, if that happened to me."

Ghost laughed. "Guess I'm used to it, and guess you already live in the looney bin, living with me."

"Yeah, guess I do," Steve laughed.

Their order was ready, and they headed home.


                                                  CHAPTER 19

Zach and Trevor were getting ready to go into town, when Zach's phone rang. He'd slowly gotten back into his obsession with electronics. He had a cell phone and computer again. Trevor had made him promise to never break into accounts and switch things around, ever again. But, he was still tempted. He did fire off a few bogus newspaper items...just for fun, and to let Eddy know he was ok. He knew she still looked for them. He knew she'd loved him, and still did. But, after all that had gone down, it just wasn't going to happen the way she'd wanted it to.

Even now, after he and Trevor had exiled themselves down in Jamaica for all that time, he was still jumpy, every time the phone rang. He knew the time had run out for the FBI to prosecute him, but he didn't know if they could somehow re-open the case.

So, he let the phone ring. "You gonna get that?" Trevor asked.

"No...they'll leave a message, I guess," Zach said.

"Ok...well, you ready to go? We could get some pizza or something, then go by and see Kinsey, and see if he's heard anything about Nothing," Trevor said.

"Yeah, let's go." Zach heard the phone beep with a voice-mail message. "See, a message," he said. He listened for a minute. "That was Kinsey. He wants us to come in on Saturday to do our show, and something about Steve and Ghost getting cancelled."

"Wonder what that's about?" Trevor asked, as he pulled into the diner's parking lot.

"Don't know," Zach shrugged, "but, we'll find out when we get over there."

They ordered their pizza, and waited at a table. "Wonder if Kinsey called Terry and R.J. and Calvin? I mean, if we're playing Saturday," Zach said. "It's weird that Nothing isn't booking it, ya know?" he thought for a minute. "I still think they're involved, somehow, don't you?"

Trevor looked up, "Hmm? What...who's involved?" He'd been drawing in his small notepad.

"Dude...Steve and Ghost. I think they're involved in Nothing's disappearance."

"Oh, that. I'm sorry, Zach. I love to hear you sing, and glad you're having fun in the band, but all this other stuff...I just don't get into it like you do."

"Yeah, I know, but don't it bother you, that a person is just gone?"

"Not really...I didn't like him much, anyway. He probably just took off with y'all's money, and will never be heard from again. You can do all that manager stuff, anyway, like you said," Trevor said.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Zach said, and dropped the subject. "What are you drawing, now?" he asked.

Trevor turned the note pad around.

"That's not birdland stuff," Zach said.

"I know. I'm trying something different. I think I've got all that least most of it. I can't keep drawing the same stuff as my dad did, over and over. It's been done too many times, already," Trevor sighed.

Zach frowned, "But, what about the house? Is it finished with it? What if it tears up this new stuff...what if it gets mad, and tries to kill us again?"

"Guess we'll just have to wait to find out. Ya up for it, Zach"

"There's just two things I'm not up for, ever and mushrooms. Anything else I can deal with...with you, if you still want me to."

Trevor smiled. "You know I do." He leaned over and kissed Zach. "

"Mmm...maybe we should just go back home?" Zach raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, but aren't you supposed to talk to Kinsey?" Trevor asked.

"Oh, yeah, well, after then? You're getting me all bothered here, ya know?"

"I know," Trevor kissed him again. "That's the idea," he grinned.

"Oh, God, Trevor....I don't think I can wait. Is there someplace...I mean..." he swallowed hard, as his eyes searched the room.

Trevor squeezed Zach's hand. "I have an idea," he said. "Come find me in a few minutes, ok?" He got up, heading down the far hallway, towards the men's room.

Zach sat there a few minutes, trying to look normal, his thoughts racing. Everyone will know, he thought, as he scanned the room. At this time in the afternoon, though, there were only a few other older man, reading a newspaper...a mother, with two small children keeping her occupied...and two teen girls, probably skipping class, trying on make-up at their table.

Zach eased out of the booth, and straightened his shirt, and tugged at his jeans. Damn, these jeans are getting tight, he thought, then noticed the bulge in front. Oh, God, I've got to walk across this room..please, nobody notice...please... He did make it to the hallway, but didn't see the older man glancing up at him...smiling, and nodding.

Zach reached the men's room, and knocked. "Trev...are you in there?" he whispered through the edge of the door frame. He heard the lock being opened, and Trevor opened the door, pulling him inside. He hugged Zach, and reached around to lock the door again.

Trevor had already stripped his clothes off. Zach ran his hands over Trevor's body, and through his long hair, letting Trevor remove his clothes. They were not aware of anything else, but each other. They were not aware that their moans and cries of pleasure were carried out into the restaurant, although muffled.


Now sweaty and relaxed, they rested a few minutes, sharing after kisses. Then, after refreshing themselves with wet paper towels, they came out of the room and into the main dining area, holding hands, not caring at all, now, who was looking.

The woman and her kids had already left. The teen girls looked up and giggled, as Trevor and Zach passed by. The older man smiled at them, saying 'good for you', as they continued to their table. They couldn't stop smiling at each other. Their pizza was waiting for them, and they dug in...they were starving, now.


Next part coming soon!

Peace, Love, & Writing

Sunday, December 14, 2014


I would like to take this time to thank Crystal Martin for nominating me for the Liebster Award! It is such an honor! Crystal is an awesome blogger herself, and you can find her blog at . Her blog is called "The Write Life"

Now, I would like to make some nominations, and pass along this wonderful award, to the following bloggers. You are under no obligation to accept this award. Just know I  really enjoy reading your blog, and feel you deserve to be recognized. In no particular order...












Congratulations on your nomination! If you choose to accept, there are a few requirements, as I've listed below. It is only to help promote your blog, along with others that you enjoy reading, and making new blogging friends!

1.  Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog onto your blog.
2.  Display the award on your blog, by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a 'widget' or 'gadget'.
3.  Answer 11 questions, that the person who nominated you, has provided.
4.  Post 11 random facts about yourself.
5.  Nominate 11 bloggers you feel deserve the Liebster Award. Provide a link to their blog. Then, after you publish your own blog, let your nominees know they've been nominated, by going to their blog and leaving a comment to them, and leave a link to your blog, for them to find out all about it.
6.  List these rules in your post about the award.
7. Answer the questions you've been asked about yourself.
8. Create 11 questions for your nominees to answer.

Here are the questions Crystal asked me...

1.  What is your favorite childhood memory? 
      Riding my bike all over our neighborhood, with friends. Then a slumber party I had in 6th became the talk of the school, for awhile.

2.  Which of your characters do relate to the most, and why?
      Ghost, in my fan fiction story...because he is psychic, an empath, and has ADHD. He is quirky and strange, and vulnerable. 

3. If you had to pick an Avenger to save the world, which one? Justify.
     I had to look these up, as I had no idea who they were. After reading about them a bit, I'd 
     pick, Havok. He has the power of the plasma blast, he can enter parallel worlds, and he   
     was recruited by Captain America for the Unity team.

4.  What does the Fox say? 
      I think he is like 'Swiper' on the kids show, "Dora the Explorer". He is a fox that gets in 
      trouble for swiping things. He says... "Awww Man!" when he gets caught.

5.  What is your favorite book, or movie...or both?
      Book = "Lost Souls" by Poppy Z. Brite (I write my fan fiction on this book)
      Movie = "Snakes on a Plane" or "That Thing You Do" 

6.  How do you combat writer's block? 
      Can't say I've ever had this, but for those in-between times, I just free-write pages of 
      whatever comes to mind. 

7.  What is your favorite writing beverage? 
      Hot coffee, and iced tea.

8.  Have you ever attempted NaNoWriMo, and if so, were you successful? 
      No, never tried it, but I did do the OctPoWriMo during this past October. I did finish this 
      and published a poem for every day of the month. (on my other blog ...

9. Do you have a writing routine?
     Not really. I write whenever and wherever. I take a spiral notebook with me when I go 
     out, and get a lot done while sitting in waiting rooms. At home, I like to write late at night.

10.  What music do you write to, if you do? If not, what background sounds fill your writing 
        I usually have it completely quiet, as having ADHD, I get too distracted with the tv on
        When I do put on music, it is always either the Eagles - the very best of, or the Steve 
        Miller Band - greatest hits 1974-78. Sometimes, I'll put one song on repeat, for hours.

11.  Pantser or Planner?


Now for the random facts about myself...

1.  My favorite color is black.

2.  I like all kinds of creepy things, including spiders.

3.  I have a tattoo... "Ghost" that I designed myself.

4.  I am afraid of fish.

5.  My spirit animal is the Tiger

6.  I burn incense every day.

7.  I can play the violin.

8.  I paint pictures with acrylics.

9.  I've won ribbons at the local fair...for my peanut butter cookies,
      and for antiques I've found.

10.  I've been doing old fashioned scrapbooking since 4th grade (I have a lot)

11.  I posted my diary entries from when I was 10 years old, every day corresponding
       to the day of every day last year.


Now for the questions for my nominee's to answer...

1. What celebrity do you most resemble?

2.  What is your favorite food type?

3.  Is a picture worth a thousand words? Tell why/why not.

4.  Do you play a musical instrument?

5. If you won the lottery, what would you do with the money?

6.  What is your favorite sound? What is your least favorite sound?

7.  Are you a morning person or a night owl?

8.  Cats or Dogs?

9.  What is one quality you admire most in others?

10.  Favorite music? Do you listen while writing?

11.  Name a book you read over and over.


Congratulations to my nominees! Thank you again, Crystal, for my nomination! 

Happy Blogging!!! :)  

Wednesday, December 10, 2014


#101 content 


Kinsey was stunned. "Ghost...what are you saying? What do you mean?"

Ghost was crying so hard, the ladder was shaking. Kinsey finally could get his feet moving, and ran over to steady the ladder, to help Ghost get down.

"Come down from there, Ghost," he ordered.

"I can't...Steve will kill me, this time. I wasn't supposed to tell."

"You get down here, now...I'll deal with Steve..." Kinsey said. "Ghost! NOW!" 

Ghost shakily began climbing down, then fell into Kinsey's arms. Kinsey stroked his hair. 

"Now, come in the office. We'll figure this out," Kinsey said. He led Ghost back down the hallway, then closed the door to his office. "Sit down...let's hear it."

Ghost wouldn't meet Kinsey's eyes. "Kinsey, we had to."

"Had to what?" Kinsey asked. He steeled himself for the answer.

"Kill Nothing," Ghost whispered.

Kinsey closed his eyes...Please, Lord, please don't let this be true," he begged. "Go on..." he said. 

"Kinsey, he was at our house. He broke in, and attacked me. He bit me on the neck, and was drinking my blood...look, you can still see it." Ghost pulled back his hair, showing Kinsey the fang marks on his neck, still visible, and now looking infected.

"And then, Steve came home, and we tried to make Nothing stop, but he wouldn't...and we had our guns...and we both shot him in the head...and...and...his head was gone. He was dead... for sure dead."

Ghost stopped talking, and looked up at Kinsey, but his eyes weren't focused on Kinsey, they were seeing the scene from a few days ago, as if it were happening all over again.

"Ghost? Ghost?" Kinsey shook him, but he was too far gone, back into reliving it. Kinsey was worried now. Steve was the only one that could ever bring Ghost out of his trances. He needed Steve over here, now, even if Ghost was afraid of him getting mad.

Ghost started talking again, in a faraway kind of voice. "Steve and I buried him in the graveyard, and later we thought we heard him coming back alive, but we were scared to look," he gulped. "And he was a vampire...he was half a vampire..." Nodding his head, Ghost continued, "He tried to kill us before, back in New Orleans, was his fault that Ann died...and me and Steve barely made it out of there alive. 

So, that was the next time...the other night, 'cause Steve warned him, and we killed him, 'cause he wasn't a real person, just like a spider...and we can't have spider webs gettin' on us no more, ya know...." 

Ghost was breaking down into what Kinsey thought was nonsense. He reached for his phone, to call Steve. He hoped Steve had his phone with him. It rang several times, before Steve answered. 

"Steve, where are you? This is Kinsey. Get over here, now...Ghost is in trouble...he needs you."

Steve hollered at Terry, as he ran out the door, "That was Kinsey...Ghost's in trouble over there."

Terry ran out, too, leaving the shop open and unlocked. They were at the club in a matter of seconds, banging through the back door of the club.

"What is it? Where's Ghost?" Steve panted, as he looked for them.

"In here, Steve," Kinsey shouted. 

Steve ran up to Ghost, who was still staring into space, wide-eyed, and talking crazy.

"So, it was me and Steve, then, and blood and brains all over...and he didn't turn into dirt, like the other ones we killed. So I don't think we're murderers, 'cause they aren't really real, except maybe he was - at least half, but that half was bad too...'cause he was going around drinking blood, and that half probably knew better, but it didn't  care, and then..." Ghost kept babbling on.

"Ghost!" Steve grabbed him, and tried to shake him back to reality. "Ghost, wake up!"

Ghost looked at Steve, but there was no recognition in his eyes. "So then, Steve had to clean it up, and then the bag leaked on me, and later, we saw them at our house, and..." 

Steve was still trying to break through to Ghost. Finally he was quiet, and seemed to be back.

"Hey, Steve...why ya shaking me?"

Kinsey and Terry were just taking it all in. Terry hadn't heard much of it, but Kinsey was trying to fill him in.

"Ghost, you must have freaked out. I had to wake you up. You were talking crazy shit, Ghost." Steve knew it wasn't crazy talk, though, but was trying to throw Kinsey off. "Are you ok, now?"

"Uh-huh," Ghost said.

"What were you doing...before?"

"I think I was drawing on the wall, then I'm here and you're shaking me," Ghost said.

"Ok, well go get some water or something. I need to talk to Kinsey for a minute."

Ghost was still a little dazed. He felt dizzy, when he got up, but Steve steadied him, and pointed him to the door. He stood in the doorway, like he was lost, looking around, not knowing which way to go. Steve turned him in the right way.

"Go get some water from the bar," Steve said, as he gave Ghost a little push in that direction. Ghost went down the hallway, and Steve turned back to face Kinsey. He shut the door.

"Uh, thanks for calling me, Kinsey," Steve started. "He hasn't done that in awhile. I think he'll be ok, now."

Kinsey wanted to ask so many things, but was having a hard time knowing where to start. Terry was first to break the awkwardness.

"Dude...scared me half to death. What set him off this time? Kinsey...?"

"Yeah, what was going on in here?" Steve asked.

Kinsey looked hard at Steve. "I got some things to say, and I want some answers...real answers."

"Uh...maybe I better go check on him, first," Steve said, backing toward the door.

"NO! You stay where you are," Kinsey said. "First of all...did y'all kill Nothing?"

Steve knew he couldn't think of a lie, fast enough.

"Answer me!" Kinsey yelled.

"Kinsey, it's not like you think. We think we did, but he might come back...they do that ya know...the vampires."

"Cut the crap, Steve," Kinsey said. "If you believe that shit, then you're as crazy as Ghost. I heard y'all's story, before, and it's ridiculous. If ya'll killed that kid, you're in a lot of trouble."

"So, it's against the law to kill vampires? What about them killing Ann, and trying to kill us?" We're just defending ourselves. They're evil...and they're really in the world, and they need to be gotten rid of, however it has to happen," Steve said, breathing hard.

"So yeah, Ghost and I shot his fucking head off. One less bloodsucker in the world." 

Terry was staring at Steve. This was the first time he'd ever heard Steve sounding like he totally believed in stuff like vampires. 

Kinsey rubbed his hands over his face. "Steve, I think you believe what you're saying...and Ghost, too, but I just can't."

"Well, what do I have to do, or say then?" Steve asked. "You gonna call the cops on us? Turn us in for killing someone you don't even believe exists?"

"Well, there you got me, Steve. I'd be a fool to go to the cops with a story like that. But, Steve...we both know Nothing was real."

"Hey, Steve," Terry said, breaking into the conversation. "Why don't we go dig him up...see if he's still there?"

Both Steve and Kinsey looked at Terry like he'd gone crazy, too.

Kinsey threw up his hands. "Ok, I'm done...y'all do whatever the hell you want. I'm out of it. I know I should report it, but I can't jeopardize my business, and I would hope for your sake, Terry, that you'd feel the same. That's all. Now, go get Ghost, and get outta here. Leave me alone...and until I figure this out for myself...y'all aren't doing the show on Saturday. Maybe in a few weeks. I just gotta have some peace around here. Now, go..."

Steve went for the door. "It's all true, Kinsey, it's all true."

He and Terry left. "I'm done for the day, Terry. I've gotta get Ghost home. I'll try and come in tomorrow, ok?"

"Yeah, go on. Make sure Ghost is ok," Terry said. He just remembered he'd left the record shop open.

Steve went to find Ghost. He looked behind the bar, but then saw him over at the wall. Walking up beside him, Steve saw the large drawing Ghost had done.

"I like it, Ghost," he said.

Ghost turned to face him. "I didn't mean to tell, Steve. It was this," he pointed to Nothing's leaf. "Kinsey saw it, and figured it out. Then, I couldn't...well, I had to..."

"I know, Ghost. It's ok."

"You're not gonna kill me for telling?"

"No, I'm not...and Kinsey isn't going to say anything, either. But our show is cancelled for this weekend. He said maybe later."

"What do we do, now?" Ghost asked.

"Well, Terry wanted to go dig him up...see if he's still there."

Ghost looked frightened, "Uh-uh, not me. But, I don't like him being there. He don't belong with the good dead people. You have to move him, Steve. It's ruining our graveyard. I'm scared he's gonna come out and get in the house."

"Damn, Ghost! Why ya wanna go saying shit like that for?"

"But, Steve..."

"But, nothing...just drop it. You got me all spooked, now," Steve shivered. "Let's get outta here. We'll go get your pictures, then go home...maybe get a pizza to go, ok?" 

"Yeah, guess so," Ghost agreed. 

They left, and did exactly that. 


Next part coming soon!

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Monday, December 8, 2014


100th installment content 


Ghost peered through the glass door of the drugstore, but it wasn't open. He decided to walk around town, for awhile, taking in the fall air, the beautiful colors of the trees, and the pumpkin decorations on people's doorsteps. No stores were open yet. He figured he could go see Kinsey, but didn't really want to wake him. Kinsey kept late hours at the club, and usually slept in. He passed by the hardware store, and saw the 'veteran's club', as they were referred to, out on the porch. 

"Hey, Ghost, where ya going? Come sit a spell," one of the men invited.

Ghost was relieved to have somewhere to go, so he greeted everyone, and sat on the porch steps. 

"Why are you up so early, anyway?" another man asked.

"I gotta get my pictures done, over at the drugstore, but they aren't open," Ghost explained

"Is that the graveyard pictures, I heard tell about?" 

"Yeah, we got some pretty good ones, I think," Ghost said.

"Steve treating you ok, these days?" the man asked, for everyone.

"Yeah, we're fine," Ghost said, not wanting to get into a discussion about it.

"Well, we're here, if you ever need us Ghost...remember that."

"I will. Guess I better go...see y'all later," Ghost said, getting up to leave. 

"Sure thing," said the man.

Ghost went back to the drugstore to wait. He could hear the men's thoughts loud and clear, though. They still didn't trust Steve.

The store finally opened, and Ghost left his memory card there, to let them print out everything on it. Now he had to wait some more. He hated waiting. He walked on down to Terry's shop. Maybe he could talk to Steve and Terry awhile. The closed sign was still on the shop's door, but Steve's car was around back. He guessed Steve was either in the back of the shop, or at Terry's house, there behind the shop. 

He just stood in the parking lot, turning in a circle, to decide which door he was going to knock on. Steve was inside Terry's house. They were talking, when Terry pointed out the window.

"There's Ghost. What's he doing?"

Steve looked, then shook his head. "Probably conjuring up spirits," he said. 

They watched Ghost a few minutes. "Guess I better go reel him in," Steve said, as he went to the door. 

"Yeah, I better get over to the shop, anyway," Terry said.

"Ghost!" Steve hollered, as he went outside. "What's going on?"

Ghost opened his eyes, and grinned. "Nothing's goin' on. I was trying to find you."

"Did you get your pictures, already?"

"Not yet. They have them, but it'll be awhile, I think...he said come back later. So, can I hang out here?" 

Steve looked over at Terry, "Ok?"

Terry nodded, then opened the shop door.


Terry began his office work, while Steve got the register ready. Ghost wandered around, looking at the CDs and old vinyls. There was a bin of old cassettes, too, and Ghost found their tape. The only one Lost Souls? had ever made. 

"Hey, look,'s us."

"Yeah, that's us, all right...right in the obsolete, bargain bin," Steve said.

"That's sad, Steve. It's still good though. Maybe we should put it on a CD, now. Hey, maybe we could make a new one, too...with more songs on it. We got a bunch more."

"Maybe you're right, Ghost. It's been a long time since that first one. I'll check into it," Steve said. 

Ghost continued to look around, starting to get bored. . "Hey, Steve...remember that time Terry almost shot me? It was right in this here shop." 

"Hey, Steve...are you listening?" 

"What is it, Ghost? I'm busy here."

"I don't know, I'm bored," Ghost said, sighing.

"Well, go find something else to do...go see if those pictures are ready."

"Guess I will. See ya later, I'm gonna go home after I get them."

"Ok, later..." Steve said, as he went back to work.

Ghost walked back down the street. Maybe Kinsey's up by now, he he tried the door. It was still locked. He went around back and looked up to Kinsey's window. There was a light on. He knocked on the back door, until Kinsey opened it.

"Ghost, what in the world? Why are you banging on my door so early? I'm just getting my first cup of coffee."

"Hey, Kinsey, can I come in? I'm bored. I've been in town forever, already."

"Why?" Kinsey asked, as he led the way inside, then poured himself and Ghost some coffee.

"Because Steve made me get up early, and the drugstore wasn't open."

"O-k..." Kinsey didn't  think this made much sense, but was hesitant to ask more, knowing if Ghost got started, he go on and on.

"Yeah," Ghost began, anyway, and told the whole morning's events, leaving out no details. "So, can I wait here?"

"I'll let you stay, Ghost, but I have work to do. You can do some chores around here, too." Kinsey said.

"Like what?" Ghost asked.

"Like sweeping or washing dishes. Either choose," Kinsey said, heading for his office.

Ghost just decided he'd write on the wall, first. He pulled out a marker and looked for a blank spot. He saw the older message from Nothing, but didn't want to write anywhere near it. Most of the areas he could reach, were filled up. He looked up...plenty of space near the ceiling. He found a ladder, back in the storage room, and set it up.

Climbing up, made him think of climbing trees, so he drew a big tree, with lots of bare branches. On each branch, he wrote the name of someone he knew, that was living. He drew falling leaves for people no longer alive, in this world. In between the branches, he drew blue birds, carrying messages to the people. The messages told how he knew everyone was connected.

He was engrossed in his project, and didn't hear Kinsey come in. Kinsey just stood there, watching. "An artist at work," he thought. It was fascinating to kind of get a peek into Ghost's brain. He'd had a small taste of that once before...Ghost's bedroom. He sighed. He loved this strange kid.

Ghost seemed to have finished, and was just sitting on top of the ladder, staring into space. Kinsey kind of got the meaning of the drawing. The falling leaves were all people that had passed on, but on the last leaf was written, 'Nothing'.

He was confused. Looking at Ghost, closer, he could see tears on his face, partially hidden by his long hair, hanging down, as he bent his head. Was this what he thought it meant? Was Nothing dead now, too? His heart began beating faster. "I don't want to know..." he thought. "I don't want to know, but I'm afraid I'm going to find out."

Kinsey couldn't look away, and the incident with Steve and Ghost came back to him. Did they actually believe Nothing was a vampire...and did they kill him?

Ghost hadn't moved, but knew Kinsey was there, and what his thoughts were. He'd figured it out. He knew he shouldn't say anything. He knew Steve would be mad. He also knew that there was no way he could keep the words in, any longer. Not from Kinsey...and not from admitting to himself, too, the horrible truth.

"We had to, Kinsey," was all he said, then sobbed. "We had to...we had to.." over and over.


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Friday, December 5, 2014

TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE...(ninety ninth installment)

99th installment content 


Steve was scrounging around in the refrigerator to find something to eat. "Guess I'll go in to help out Terry, in the shop, tomorrow. I guess I still work there...sorta. You got any plans?"

He found bologna, cheese, and bread, and put them out on the table. Ghost made himself a sandwich, too. 

"Well, if you'll drop me off in town, I'll get the pictures printed out, then I can get started on the book," Ghost said.

"Ok, you gonna hang around until I get off work, or what?" Steve asked.

"Maybe, but when are you coming back home?"

"I don't know, Ghost...whenever I get ready to."

"Ok, well, guess I'll just get the pictures, then walk back here. I don't want to run into Trevor and Zach, ya know."

"Oh, I still have some of that smoke Terry gave me...ya wanna go out back?" Steve asked. He was done eating, already.

"Yeah, just let me finish this, then I'll get my jacket. It's getting cold out."

Steve went to get his own jacket, and the weed. "Ready?" he asked as he came back to the kitchen.

"Does it look like I'm ready?" Ghost asked, through a mouthful of food. 

"Well, bring it with you, c'mon," Steve said, as he threw Ghost's jacket over the chair. 

They made their way by moonlight, down the path, to the graveyard. Leaning up against their usual headstone, Steve lit up, took a long toke, and passed it over to Ghost. 

"Ahh, I needed that," Steve said. "I've been all tensed up.

Ghost leaned his head back, to look at the moon. "It'll be a full moon in a few days...ya know, it always is at Halloween." 

"Yeah?" Steve asked, looking up, too.

A slight breeze blew some dry leaves around in a little whirlwind. 

"Listen..." Ghost said, as he sat up. 

"What is it?" Steve asked.

"'s kinda a scritching sound." Ghost turned his head back and forth to better sense where the sound was coming from. Then he grabbed Steve's arm, almost knocking the joint out of Steve's fingers. 

"Watch it, Ghost!" Steve said, frowning.

"It's Nothing!" Ghost whispered. 

They both stared at the back of the graveyard, which was in almost total darkness. Only when the breeze ruffled the tree branches, did slivers of moonlight filter through. The shadows seemed to writhe around.

"Do you still hear it?" Steve asked.

"No, but I swear I did, Steve. I don't see anything though, and I don't sense anybody trying to talk to me."

"Shit,'s probably just from smoking. You're imagining things," Steve breathed a sigh of relief, and settled back...his pounding heart, slowing down. 

"Yeah, guess so," Ghost said. 

"Well, if you hear it again, I'm outta here."

They stayed awhile longer. A fog began to form, making everything damp. 

"I gotta go in, Steve, my butt's getting wet from sitting on this grass," Ghost said. His teeth began chattering from the chill.

"Yeah, let's go in." Steve stood up, holding out his hand to help Ghost up.

Ghost kept looking out over the graveyard. "Maybe we should go check...see if he's trying to get out."

"Are you crazy? There's no way in hell we're going over there, Ghost. Not tonight, anyway." Steve picked his way through the crosses and R.I.P markers, and back to the house, Ghost close behind.

Immediately on entering the house, Ghost went to change into sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt. He grabbed a blanket, and came out to sit on the couch. Steve did the same, after fixing them both a bowl of cereal. He flipped on the tv. 

"What'cha trying to find?" Ghost asked.

"Something...anything..." Steve always complained about tv reception. They were too far out to get cable, and so they didn't often even turn on the set. He flipped through the three channels they could sometimes get, finding static on one, a horror movie, that kept fading in and out, and the local news on the third. 

"Wait...stop there!" Ghost said. The newscaster was reporting a missing person. "They're talking about Nothing!" Ghost looked at Steve.

"Crap...that Zach...he's done reported him missing, I'll bet. Well, we don't know nothing about it, ya hear me, Ghost?"

Ghost nodded, and turned the tv off. "This just gets worse and worse. What if they make us take a lie detector test, Steve?" 

Steve snorted, "That's not gonna happen. Nobody suspects us of anything, so why would they do that? I'm tired of thinking about it..I'm going to bed."

Ghost stayed up a little longer, trying to push his mind into the near future, hoping to see what was going to happen, but it wasn't working. "Too much smoke in my brain," he muttered, as he went on to bed, too.


                                              CHAPTER 18

Zach and Trevor were back at the house on Violin Road. Trevor was trying to draw in his sketchbook. Zach was practicing a song, and doing rock star poses. 

"What does this one look like, Trev?" he asked for the millionth time. 

Trevor glanced up. "It looks good, Zach. All your moves look good, 'cause you're so cute," he smiled.

"C'mon man, I'm not trying to be cute. I'm supposed to be rad, like aaggh!" He made his hands into horn shapes. 

Trevor laughed, "Well, ya got that part right, but you're still cute." 

Zach smiled, "I know." He went back to his song. 

"Hey, Zach, what do ya think happened to Nothing? He's still missing. Nobody's heard from him."

"I know, but something may turn up, now that we reported it. I kinda feel bad about saying this, but...well, I hope he gets found and all, but, he's kinda weird. I don't think we need him as our manager, anyway. I can do all that stuff, ya know."

Trevor nodded in agreement. "Well, if he shows up, you can tell him to get lost, again, how 'bout that?"

"Ok, I will," Zach said. "I still think Steve and Ghost know something about it. I plan on talking to them, next time I see them. Aren't they supposed to play at the club this Saturday night?"

"Oh, yeah, guess we better go check them out," Trevor said.

Monday morning, Steve actually got up early. "C'mon, Ghost," he said, as he went in to wake him. "Are you going with me or not?"

"I'm going...or I'm gonna be going...when are you going?" Ghost asked.

Steve rolled his eyes. "I'm going when I finish getting get up."

"I need coffee," Ghost said, as he burrowed deeper into his blankets.

"Then get up and get it. I've got a couple more things to do, then I'm leaving...with or without ya," Steve said, as he left the room.

Ghost dragged himself down the hallway, yawning. "Why ya wanna go so early, anyway?" 

"Because I don't want to be late, and you always make me late," Steve said. "You going like that?" he asked, when he saw what Ghost had slept in...just his oversize tie-dyed t-shirt and knee socks.

Ghost looked down at his clothes. "Yep, does it bother you?"

"No, but you might not want to go flashing the whole town," Steve laughed.

"Fine, I'll get ready," Ghost said, as he took his coffee back to his room.

"Hurry up!" Steve hollered.

When Ghost came back out, Steve was already in the car, revving the engine, listening to how it was running. "Gotta get a tune-up, soon, " he said, as Ghost got in the car. He had his second cup of coffee in his hand, and it sloshed over and onto his jeans. 

"You're a mess, Dude," Steve said. He drove down the gravel drive, and onto the dirt track, toward the main road. 

"Slow down, Steve," Ghost said, as more coffee spilled on him. Steve was hitting ruts, making the car jolt. 

"Just hang on, we'll be at the road in a minute. Did you get your camera?" 

"Camera?" Ghost asked, then remembered. "Oh, crap, I forgot it. You have to go back, Steve."

"You're joking, right? It's not in your backpack?"

Ghost felt around in the bag. "No, it's not here...go back."

"Dammit, Ghost," Steve said, but turned the car around to go back to the house. "Go get it, then."

Ghost set his coffee on the dash, and ran back to get his camera. Steve closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, taking deep breaths.

"Ok, I got it, we can go now," Ghost said, getting back in the car. 

"Are you sure?" Steve asked, then started the car again. This time they made it all the way into town. Steve dropped Ghost off at the drugstore, then went on over to the Whirling Disc.


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