tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257000944148321592024-03-06T14:07:24.177-06:00teleporting*WeenaWandering through life in my time machine...past, present, future..always a surprise...ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.comBlogger379125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-21529313897147740252024-03-06T14:03:00.002-06:002024-03-06T14:03:32.133-06:00Song I like<p> Song I like;</p><p>Hypothermic by Goodnight Texas</p><p> https://youtu.be/gVvAmOdVL3k?si=-IyttcXTUalCGBF0</p><p>***<br /></p>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-73582891926497599102023-09-25T15:06:00.001-05:002023-09-25T15:06:11.369-05:00<p> </p><p>One large dark pink flower with fuzzy looking yellow center, and a few green leaves.</p>
<p><a href="https://teleportingweena.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/img_0855.jpg"><img alt="" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-39031" data-attachment-id="39031" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-caption="" data-image-description="" data-image-meta="{"aperture":"1.8","credit":"","camera":"iPhone 7","caption":"","created_timestamp":"1580644050","copyright":"","focal_length":"3.99","iso":"100","shutter_speed":"0.076923076923077","title":"","orientation":"1"}" data-image-title="img_0855" data-large-file="https://teleportingweena.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/img_0855.jpg?w=652" data-medium-file="https://teleportingweena.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/img_0855.jpg?w=225" data-orig-file="https://teleportingweena.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/img_0855.jpg" data-orig-size="1368,1824" data-permalink="https://teleportingweena.wordpress.com/2020/02/09/flower-of-the-day-pink-daisy/img_0855/" height="300" src="https://teleportingweena.files.wordpress.com/2020/02/img_0855.jpg?w=225&h=300" width="225" /></a></p>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-54573473269575934162023-01-03T15:10:00.003-06:002023-01-03T15:10:58.269-06:00Flower of the Day - Sunflower<p>Flower of the Day - Sunflower
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<p>This is another challenge from Cee, that I’ve seen people take part
in, so I thought I’d post some flowers, too. Why not? I have lots of
flower photos, though I’m not sure of the name of them, most of the
time. Anyway…here goes…and I’ll not bombard you with tons of flower
photos…just one a day! </p>
<p>This one I know! It is a sunflower. I grew it myself last summer. </p>
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<p>Thanks for visiting! Peace☮️</p>
<p>© 2017 & 2023 BS</p>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-17567842922845755712016-05-08T19:08:00.002-05:002016-05-08T19:09:51.727-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE - UPDATE<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE - UPDATE</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">I have begun the process of posting each installment/episode of "Two Souls: Into the Fire" onto my Word Press Blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">I posted the very first one from the beginning of my story today, and it can be found here:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"># 310</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Back inside the house, Ghost poured himself another cup of coffee, got his meds out, and swallowed them all with his first big gulp of the hot liquid. He massaged his left temple, and Steve could see that his eye was twitching, already. He knew Ghost was more upset than he was letting on, and didn't want to upset him further by continuing the conversation. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Come here, babe, I'm not mad at you," he said, wrapping his arms around Ghost. "I get what you're saying. Terry's our friend, and we're not cutting him off just because he went off the deep end." He kissed the top of Ghost's head. "Ok? You going back to bed for awhile?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Ghost sniffled and nodded. "Yeah."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Steve watched him, as he slowly went down the hall. He still didn't want to see Terry anytime soon, or anybody, for that matter. He began cleaning up the kitchen. Afterwards, he went out to sit on the couch. He tried to watch TV for a little while, but couldn't work up any enthusiasm for it. Picking up a paperback, he tried to read, but after a page or two, closed the book. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"I'm so bored," he said aloud. He wanted to talk to Ghost...he needed to talk to Ghost...and not have all these serious discussions. He just wanted everything to be normal, again. He missed the jokes and laughs they used to have, but he knew Ghost had not been happy for a long time...even before their trip to L. A. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Sure, they'd had some good times along the way, but only for that short time, then Ghost would get quiet, again. That was one reason he'd had it in his head, that to make Ghost happy, it would be best if they went their separate ways. Maybe not forever, just for awhile, to find out what made them happy, and feel alive again. But, it had backfired, and now Ghost was blaming the <em>omen </em>for their dissatisfaction. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">He scrubbed his hands over his face, and clawed at his scalp, scratching it, and tousling his hair. The thoughts in his head didn't go away, though. He sent up a random prayer to whoever might hear it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Please help us get right, again. I'm so tired of never knowing if we're up or down, anymore."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Getting off the couch, Steve walked down the hallway, just to peek in at Ghost. He wouldn't wake him. Opening the door a crack, he was surprised to see that Ghost was awake, sitting in bed, writing in his journal. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"You're still awake?" Steve asked, then felt stupid. Of course he could see that Ghost was awake. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Ghost nodded. "Come on in. I'm just writing stuff."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Steve sat down on the bed. "What kinda stuff?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Just stuff that happened lately, and trying to find some lyrics of some sort. I haven't in awhile, and now, it's like I forgot how to write a song," Ghost said. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Yeah, I should play my guitar more often, too," Steve said. He went to get it, then strummed a few chords, getting the feel of it again. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Ghost wrote a few words, as they came to him, and hummed a sequence of tones, off and on, that Steve would replicate on the fret board. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"How did we get here?" Steve asked. "How are we changed now?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"I feel it in my bones, in my head, in my heart," Ghost said, writing down the words. He then looked up, meeting Steve's eyes. They smiled, knowing this would be "Lost Souls" newest song. Steve kept picking out notes, and Ghost wrote more words, and then they were done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">This...this was normal. This was what was missing...their lost souls back in harmony, again. They had been tested...been through the fire. They had been broken apart, but now were forged together even stronger, because of it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">They were Lost no longer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">~</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This fan fiction story has come to an end. I appreciate everyone who has followed along, visited, read, and commented on it. Hope you've enjoyed it. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">I am going to be setting up a Word Press Blog for this story only. I'll be posting it over from the very first. I will leave a notice on this blog, when it is up and running. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">I would like to invite you to follow on the new blog. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Here's a few songs that I feel goes along with the story of Steve and Ghost. Enjoy!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 309</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">After Ghost had slammed out the back door, Melody went to look out. "He's going out to the old cemetery."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"He'll be back," Steve said. He reached for more bacon, and continued eating breakfast. "This sure is good. Y'all better dig in." And, so they did, but no one felt like making small talk, now. The only sounds were the clinking of their forks. Steve finished first, chugging his glass of milk last.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Very nice breakfast. Are y'all leaving now?" He looked back and forth between Linda and Melody. "You can see we're not dead or anything."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda shrugged. "I should be getting back to the kids," Linda said. "You want to come, or stay here?" she asked Melody. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I'm going with you."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well, we're gonna just chill out here for a couple of days, lay low ya know. We'll let Terry cool off, or whatever. I don't really want to run into him anytime soon," Steve said. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, me either," said Linda, "but, I'm sure we will, and I may just let him have it. In fact, I know I will. He can't go pulling his gun out, threatening y'all, or anyone else like that. I don't care who he is." She went to get her purse and car keys. "Ready?" she asked Melody.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody nodded. "Yep, and Steve, tell Ghost I love him, and well...go out there and see about him. I don't like leaving like this, when he is so upset, but y'all need some alone time."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I will," Steve said. He walked with them out to the car. "Don't worry about us. We'll be ok, and we'll see y'all in a few days." He watched them drive away, then got his jacket. He poured some hot coffee, with cream and sugar, into a thermos, then went out to find Ghost. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Crunching through the dried pine needles on his way to the cemetery, Steve made his way to his and Ghost's usual sitting spot. Sighing, he slowed, as he saw Ghost leaning against the old gravestone. It pained him to see the bruises on Ghost's face, knowing why he'd gotten them. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost didn't look up, as Steve approached, but Steve knew Ghost heard him. He sat beside Ghost, poured a cupful of coffee into the thermos lid, and handed it to Ghost. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Here...brought ya some coffee," he said. Ghost took it, taking a large swallow. Steve leaned back, waiting for Ghost to say something first, but he took a few more gulps of his coffee. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Why do you do that?" Ghost asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve glanced over at him. "Huh? Do what?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"You know, tell me how I should feel, how I should act. I'm capable of knowing that on my own. Maybe it don't match up with yours, but I do have feelings, Steve...good one, bad ones, or sad or mad ones...all the time, on my own. You keep telling me which one I <em>should </em>be feeling."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I know you do," Steve said. "I don't get it, though, how you could be ready to kill Terry one day, and the next you're making excuses for what he did, like it was no big deal."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost shrugged. "'Cause it's over. It's already done, and that won't change. We can hold onto what it was and be mad forever, or we can try to understand why it happened, and then move on...it's done." He paused for a minute. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Nothing good comes from thinking about it over and over...and, Steve, Terry is our friend. Something was making him crazy, and we'd be wrong to end it, when nothing actually happened."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve frowned. "What the hell, Ghost? Nothing happened? Were you off in la-la land when all this <em>nothing </em>happened? Look at yourself Look at me...even Terry...nothing happened? You gotta be shittin' me." He shook his head. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What I meant was...we're not dead," Ghost said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"You're right, we're not dead, so let's all just go get an ice cream sundae to celebrate," Steve said. "Every single one of us...a toast to not being dead...just beat up and being confused, and hating on everyone, and maybe even possessed by the boogyman. Hell yeah, let's go round 'em up. I'm paying." Steve took a breath. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost stared hard at Steve. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What? What are you doing?" Steve asked. "Stop staring at me."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Shh...be quiet...I'm trying to hear what you're thinking, why you're being mad at me," Ghost said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Fuck off...leave my thoughts alone. If you want to know something, just ask," Steve said, as he backed away a bit from Ghost. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost shrugged. "Ok..." He broke off his gaze.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well?" asked Steve. "You gonna ask me something? Huh? Oh, you wanna know why I'm mad at you? It's 'cause you are acting like it was all a big, fat nothing last night. So what if it was this <em>omen </em>thing, whatever that means. It don't change the fact that Terry was off his rocker. I know he wasn't really wanting to kill us. Something went wrong and he snapped. But, damn, he could have done it...for real...then woke up to reality again. But, then it would have been too late...for <em>us</em>." He sighed. "Don't you see that?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, sure, of course I do, but it <em>didn't happen.</em>" Ghost said. He stood up, brushing off the pine needles. "I'm done talking about it, now. I'm getting a headache. I'm going in. You can be mad at me some more, just keep it to yourself, ok?" He picked up his backpack, heading for the house. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve muttered, "Yeah, well quit reading my mind, then." He followed Ghost into the house. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-52675899262375353472016-04-17T19:36:00.000-05:002016-04-17T19:36:28.702-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 308<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 308</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">As Steve and Ghost refreshed themselves under the warm spray from the showerhead, they could feel the tension and pain from the night before leaving them. Gently lathering up with shampoo and soap, they cleansed their wounds. Their hands gliding through the slick bubbles on their bodies, they were overcome with the need to bring some happiness and pleasure to each other. Loud in their abandonment of lovemaking, they cried out in pleasure and pain. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">In the kitchen, Melody smiled, hearing them. She was happy they were together again, and was dying to know what happened. Terry had scared them so bad with his words this morning. Surely, it wasn't as bad as he'd said. She finished the large breakfast she'd been making, then went to join Linda out on the front porch. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well, it's ready to eat," she said, as she sat down on the swing beside Linda. Sipping her fresh cup of coffee, she gazed out over the clearing in the yard. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Any sign they're up, yet?" Linda asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Um-hmm, they're up and in the shower, and are having loud...fun...in there." Melody laughed. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda grinned. "You don't say?" She laughed, too. "That business Terry was talking about, well, that scared the shit outta me. I was afraid to even come out here, ya know?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody nodded. "Me, too, but I still want to know what really happened."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">They sat there a few more minutes, listening for any more sounds coming from inside. "I hear them. Let's go in...it's time to eat," Linda said.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Back in the kitchen, they found Steve looking a little confused. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Hey, you're up," Linda said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve whirled around, looking startled. "What the hell? Y'all are here? God, you scared me. I was just trying to figure out how this food got cooked."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, Steve, you hurt yourself," Linda said, seeing his bruised face. "What happened?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"It's nothing, Sis. I just fell down is all, but you're gonna freak when you see Ghost's face," he said. They could hear Ghost coming down the hallway.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">As Ghost walked into the kitchen, the girls gasped, not at the cuts on his face, but because he was completely naked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, shit," he said, frozen for a second, before running back down the hall. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody and Linda looked at each other, then burst out laughing. "Oh, my God...Did you see that?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"It's ok, Ghost, come back," Linda said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve hollered, "Put some clothes on, Dude." But, he was grinning, too." He looked at the breakfast food that was ready. "Well who's hungry?" he asked, and began filling his plate with eggs, bacon, and biscuits.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda and Melody busied themselves with filling glasses with milk, and trying to keep from giggling. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost re-appeared, and tried making a joke about it, but the girls could tell he was still a bit embarrassed. "Here, sit down and eat," Melody said, handing him a full plate. She whispered in his ear, "Don't worry about it; we're all family here."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He shrugged. "I know, but I sure didn't know y'all were here."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I didn't either," Steve said, coming to the table with his plate. "They scared me, too. Anyway, why <em>are </em>y'all here? I mean, you can be here any time ya want, but...why are you here?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda and Melody took chairs at the table. "We came to see if y'all were ok," Linda said. "Terry told us what happened, and we were afraid he'd killed y'all."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"That fucking asshole, he pulled a gun on us, for real...and shot the damn thing," Steve said. "Lucky for us he's terrible at shooting a gun. I don't know what he was going on about, but I'm done with him. You don't go threatening your so called friends with death, and then go back to normal after that...uh-uh, no way."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"We can't not see him, though," Ghost said. "He lives in town."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well, we sure as hell don't have to have anything else to do with him," Steve said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What if that was part of the omen, too...then, what?" Ghost asked. "If he was being made to do that, we can't just leave him alone to deal with it." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve frowned. "Ghost, I know that, but damn, can't you be angry at what he did...at least for a day or two...teach him a lesson...don't mess with us. I mean, we could be dead now, for real dead, omen or no omen."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I can be mad," Ghost said. I have <em>this</em> to show for how fucking mad I was at him last night." He pointed to his face. "And, I hated him...I <em>hated</em> him, and I tried to <em>kill </em>him...to kill him when he was driving over here to kill <em>you." </em>He was breathing hard, now. "I tried to wreck the car. I...I would have died before I'd let him kill you. Steve. So, don't tell me I don't get mad." He glared at them all. Pushing back his plate, he got up from the table. "I can't eat, not now. My mouth hurts." He left the kitchen, heading down the hallway. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">They were all shocked at Ghost's outburst. "I'll go see about him..." Melody began.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No, wait," Steve said. "I started it, and I'm glad he did get mad. We all should be. Just let him be for awhile."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost came back through the kitchen, then, with his backpack and jacket. He grabbed a biscuit off the table, then stomped out the back door, letting the screen slam behind him. He'd not said another word to them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-78040492590755132032016-04-15T22:11:00.000-05:002016-04-15T22:11:08.609-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 307<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"># 307</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "georgia";">warning...adult content </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Steve breathed a sigh of relief that Ghost was back home, and alive. He snuggled closer to Ghost, hugging him from behind. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Ghost, are you awake?" he asked, and pushed Ghost's hair back a bit, and kissed his neck. "Ghost?" he whispered, again. Ghost stirred, making moaning sounds.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Can you hear me?" Steve asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Mmm, Steve? I don't feel good," Ghost mumbled.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"I know, I don't either," Steve said. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry for last night, Ghost. I didn't mean it. I don't know why I said those things; I...it wasn't normal...like something just took over me. I can't explain it. It wasn't what I wanted to say at all." He paused a moment. "Do you hear me? Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Ghost nodded. "I know..it was the omen that did it. It was making you say those things...see those things." He turned over toward Steve. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Oh, my God, you're hurt," Steve said, seeing how Ghost's face was this morning, after Terry had hit him. "He reached up to cradle his face in his hands. "Oh no...did I do this to you...please, please don't let me have done this."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"No," Ghost whispered. "I...I couldn't help you, Steve, back there at the beach. I knew something was happening. You <em>were </em>saying things you didn't want to say, and seeing things. I felt it too, but there wasn't anything I could do to stop it." He choked back a sob. "It hurt so bad to hear you say those things, Steve, and then you wouldn't even look at me."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Steve hugged him. "Oh, babe, I'm so sorry." He gently rocked them back and forth. After a few minutes, he asked. "Why did it happen, and who made it happen? I don't ever want that again...ever."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"I don't know why, or who," Ghost said. "but, I think maybe it was some kind of test...to show us what it would be like if it <em>was</em> real...if we were apart someday." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"But, who? And, how did <em>they </em>control us like that? Was it some bad, evil thing that wanted to torture us...like one of those demons?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Steve, I don't know, and now I'm scared. What if it <em>is </em>one? What if there's more...and...and...how can we know if it's really <em>us </em>doing it, or this...this entity making us say mean things?" Ghost's voice rose higher, the more upset he became. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Steve could tell he was on the verge of a panic attack, and he had to try to calm him, or he feared a seizure would happen. "Ghost, listen to me. Let's not think of all the 'what ifs', ok? That is making it worse, before anything even does happen. C'mon, let's forget about it for now. We need to get up and get some coffee, and eat. We'll feel better, ok?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">He'd been rubbing Ghost's back the last few minutes. Ghost nodded, and his breathing was returning to normal. "Ok, first we have to get in the shower," Steve said. "You have to wash your face. Have you seen it?" Ghost shook his head.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Who did this to you, and why?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Ghost shrugged. "It was Terry."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Terry? Oh, now I remember. He brought you back here and, was there a fight?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Steve, he was gonna kill us. He was gonna kill you, and I was trying to stop him. Then he hit me, 'cause I was crazy, Steve. I couldn't, wouldn't let him kill you. And he was gonna kill me too, cause I wouldn't let him. He had his gun...don't you remember? He shot at me, but missed." Ghost took a deep breath.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Oh, yeah, how could I have forgotten all that?" Steve said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"And, you fell off the porch, too. That's why <em>your </em>face is hurt. You were trying to save me." He sighed. "Well, we saved each other, I guess."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">"Yeah, we did, Ghost, and I'm glad we did." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">They eased out of bed then, and hobbled across the hall to the bathroom, to take their shower.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">~</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia";">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-59358727332025431472016-04-13T16:30:00.000-05:002016-04-13T16:30:14.744-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 306<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 306</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">warning...adult content </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">As Linda and Melody looked into Ghost's bedroom, they could tell they were both asleep in the bed. Nothing looked wrong, and both of them were breathing, at least. Melody caught sight of Ghost's face, though, and sucked in her breath. There was blood around his swollen mouth, and the dark shadows around his eyes were turning purple and black. She could see scrapes on Steve's face, too, all down his cheek and chin. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, my God, should we wake them up?" Melody asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No," Linda said. "We'll just wait here until they wake up on their own. C'mon..." she motioned for Melody to follow her into the kitchen. "I'm calling Kinsey. He needs to know how things are here. See if you can fix us something cold to drink. I'll be outside." She made the phone call, as Melody was looking in the refrigerator for ice.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">""Kinsey, it's Linda. They're ok...still asleep."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Thank God," Kinsey said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yes, but they look just as bad as Terry did...all beat up."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Damn, what a mess," Kinsey said. "I'll tell you what, Linda, I just don't know what to say or do any more. I'm about ready to wash my hand of the whole thing...the club, this town, and everybody in it. I want to retire and enjoy a few years, ya know." He cleared his throat. "I've seriously considered handing over this place to Steve and Ghost, but when they keep getting into crap like this, well, I don't think they can, or would be able to take on the responsibility. I mean, look at them, Linda. They can barely take care of their own selves." He sighed. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I had no idea, Kinsey," Linda said. "I do see what you mean. I hate to say it, but you're right to be worrying about it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Aw, well...I'll see how it goes for awhile longer. I'm not quite done with this place, yet," Kinsey said. "Y'all gonna stay over there for awhile?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yes, I thought we would, at least until they are up and moving around. Do you mind keeping the kids awhile longer? Are <em>they </em>at least getting along with each other?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, they're fine. I just looked in on them," Kinsey said. "If they get bored, I'll put 'em to work." He laughed. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Sure, Kinsey, and thanks again," Linda said. Going back inside, she joined Melody in the kitchen. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Hey, where's my cold drink?" she asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, right here. I thought you'd be right back in, sorry...I should have brought it to you," Melody said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda took a long drink of the iced tea. "Ahh, no problem. What are you doing?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I'm making coffee and some breakfast for them. I think they'll be getting up soon, and will be hungry," Melody said. "I think I heard them rustling around in there."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Good idea. Make enough for us, too, ok?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody continued cracking eggs, and buttering toast. Linda didn't know quite what to do with herself. She didn't want to wake them up, and Melody had everything under control in the kitchen. Pacing around, for a few minutes, she looked at the books in the book case, the shabby furniture, and the old wood floor, with years of use showing a path between rooms. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Parts of the house had been rebuilt, after the hurricane, and it showed. She looked out the living room window, pushing aside the yellowed lace curtain. <em>These haven't been changed since Miz Deliverance was alive... </em>Shaking her head, she sighed. She knew her brother had had it pretty hard all these years, living here in Missing Mile with their father. Then, here in this house with Ghost...well...he'd done the best he could, she thought. Still, she wished things could have been different.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">She went out the front door to sit in the porch swing. It was so beautiful this time of year, the beginning of summer. She breathed in the afternoon's sun warmed air. There was a hint of wood smoke coming from somewhere. The solitude out here was intoxicating. Having lived many years in the big city of L. A., she relished this quietness. The old porch swing squeaked, as she swang slowly back and forth. The rattle of dishes, and the smell of bacon frying, were the perfect background for peaceful living. She closed her eyes and dozed off. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve had been tossing and turning in the bed for a few minutes. He tried not to wake up, because he could feel a headache coming on, but the throbbing behind his eyes was getting worse. As he surfaced a bit closer to being fully awake, his thoughts kept intruding... <em>why is my head hurting...why is my face so sore...what happened here last night? </em>As bits and pieces of the nightmare that was the night before came back to him, he opened his eyes, trying to re-orient himself. He saw the glow-in-the-dark stars up on the ceiling. <em>Ghost's bedroom...Ghost! </em>"Ghost," he said aloud, and his heart lurched in his chest. He began to remember...the beach, the break-up, the frantic call to Terry, and the gun. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">His heart skipped a beat. Reaching over to Ghost, he pulled off some of the piled up blankets. <em>There...there he is, and he's breathing, thank God... </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-82729483245325476872016-04-10T19:10:00.000-05:002016-04-10T19:10:06.904-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 305<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 305</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">warning...adult content</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">When Kinsey asked Terry to tell him exactly what had happened the night before, Terry took a few moments to gather his thoughts. Frowning, he looked down at the tabletop. He'd been going over everything in his head all night long, but now, to say it all aloud to Kinsey, he wanted to get it right. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Let's see...I got a call from Steve. I was sound asleep, and it took me a bit to figure out what he was going on about. I mean, he was raving about Ghost, and then he must have fell down, or something, and he started crying and begging..." Terry shook his head. "He was a mess. I finally got a few words in, and I asked him what was wrong, and why wasn't Ghost at home with him. He told me they had a fight. Well, that put me on alert, Kinsey." He looked Kinsey in the eye. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I came right out and asked him, did he hurt Ghost, and he admitted it to me. He said he broke up with him, was all. Then I said ok, I'd come over here to get Ghost. Well, when I got here, I found out Ghost's wrist was broken, or sprained, or something. Anyway, he hollered when I woke him up, so I knew something wasn't right. Did you even know about that, Kinsey?" Terry asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kinsey shook his head. "Terry, I didn't even know Ghost stayed the night, and I didn't hear a thing. I just found out when Linda told me this morning."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well, you must have missed the thunderstorm, too." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, the power was off, I think," Kinsey said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"It was when I was here," Terry said. "Anyway, I told Ghost that Steve had hurt him for the last time, because I was going to kill him. That's when Ghost went off on me. I sure as hell wasn't going to bring Ghost out there to Steve, now, for God's sake, to be with him again, no way. So, I left here, got my car, and started out, but Ghost followed me, and I almost ran over him out in my driveway...knocked him down with the car, but he got back up, and wouldn't move from in front of the car, so I hauled him in, and all hell broke loose." He stopped, looking at Kinsey. "And that is the honest truth, right there, that and what I already told y'all happened." He rubbed his face. "I'm done, Kinsey, for real. I've had enough of those two, and all the damn drama."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kinsey leaned back in his chair. "The girls...what are they gonna find, when they get out there? You sure they both were alive when you left? Maybe you just <em>forgot </em>you killed them?" He stared Terry down. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, I'm sure...at least when I left they were. Both of them laying in a heap at the bottom of the porch steps."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ok, but damn it, Terry...you lost your mind taking a gun out there."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, I know, but I swear I was gonna kill them both, I was so fucking mad." He shook his head. "I've been up all night going over it, and over it. I gotta crash, Kinsey." He stood up to leave. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"You know," Kinsey said, "if you'd have hurt either one of them, I'd have no problem taking you out, believe me on that. I'm dead serious, Terry."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I know," Terry said, then headed out the back door and to his house.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kinsey went up to check on the kids. All was fine, and they were watching cartoons on the TV. He brought Stevie and Mandy each a juice box, and banana muffins, then left them to it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Down in his office, he tried to concentrate on work, but couldn't focus on anything. He hoped Linda would call soon, and let him know something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">On the way out to Burnt Church Road, Linda and Melody were frantic. "Why is this happening?" Melody wailed. "Please let them be ok. Linda, are they ok? Is what Terry said true?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"We're about to find out," Linda said. "Let's hope for the best...and the truth. Melody, I hate to say this, but steel yourself. I mean, I think they are fine...I did talk to Steve, but just in case...oh, God, just in case...ok?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">They were driving down the long dirt road going up to the house, now. Then, pulling up in the gravel drive, Linda shut off the car's engine. Everything seemed quiet, and normal. There was no one on the porch, and no obvious signs of a fight. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ok, let's go in," Linda said. They started to walk up the steps, when Melody stopped, grabbing Linda's arm. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Wait...look there, it's blood." She pointed to some red smears and blotches still visible, in spite of being rained on. Their eyes growing big with concern, they clasped hands to go up to the door. The screen was closed, but the main wooden door was wide open, which seemed odd. Stepping cautiously inside, they felt the hot, stagnant air in the house. Humidity was high, this afternoon, and there was no fan or air conditioning in the house. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">They didn't see Ghost or Steve in the living room or the kitchen, so they walked slowly down the hallway, past Steve's closed bedroom door. They saw that the door to Ghost's room was open. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Hearts beating fast, they looked in.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-82351800089401608982016-04-08T20:45:00.002-05:002016-04-08T20:45:54.768-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 304<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 304</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, in here, Terry," Kinsey hollered, as he heard Terry come in through the back door of the club. Terry came into the kitchen, going directly to the coffee pot, for a mug of coffee. He then pulled up a chair, to sit with Kinsey, Linda, and Melody. He'd had cup after cup of coffee at home, staying awake all night, and now felt jittery on top of being exhausted.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kinsey eyed him, seeing how rough he looked this morning. "What happened to you? Did ya pull an all-nighter? You look like something the cat dragged in." He chuckled. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">With bleary eyes, Terry looked at all of them, there at the table. "Yeah, something like that," he said. He lit a cigarette, blew smoke up into the air, then shaking his head, he said, "I want to tell you two gals something. Both of your brothers are psycho. I've suspected it for a long time, and last night...well, it's official. They are the most messed up mother fuckers I've ever known, and I've known plenty." He stopped, as Linda and Melody both began defending Steve and Ghost. He let them run on for a few minutes, then held up his hand to stop them. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ok, you've said your piece, done the sisterly thing, now I'm saying mine." He paused a second, pointing to his arms and face. "You see these scratches here? You see this bite mark? You want to see the bruises? That's all from Ghost." He heard them all gasp.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What...what are you talking about?" Melody asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"He attacked me," Terry said, as he stubbed out his cigarette. "Yeah, I came over here in the middle of the night, because <em>your </em>psycho brother," he looked at Linda, "called me, yelling and blubbering that he was gonna kill himself if I didn't bring Ghost home to him. He was drunk as a skunk, let me tell ya. Anyways, I come over here to get him, and he goes and freaks out. I'm telling ya, he was possessed by the devil. I swear it." He stopped, as Melody yelled.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Liar! You're making this up. Ghost would never..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Hold on lady," Terry said. "I don't lie about something like that. I was there. I was attacked. And, guess what? I knocked the shit outta him. He was trying to wreck us in the ditch, then he kept coming at me. Then, when we got out, the other one, Steve, came after me. Shit, all the trouble I get for doing them a favor." He lit another cigarette, and gulped some coffee.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Another thing...ya might as well hear it from me...I came <em>this </em>close to killing both of them. I had my gun right up side Ghost's face, and he just growled...yep...growled at me, and tried to bite me again." He took another drink of coffee, sloshing some of the hot liquid out onto the table, as his hands shook. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well, the gun went off, but missed him. Then Steve came at me, and I was about to pull the trigger on him too, but the bastard was so drunk, he tripped over Ghost and face planted down the steps. I figure they deserve all the misery they can give each other, so I left it at that. They got lucky this time." He shook his head. He was done talking.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kinsey, Linda, and Melody were stunned. No one spoke for a few seconds. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Where's the gun, Terry?" Kinsey asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I locked it in the safe," Terry said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"We have to go out there," Linda said, getting up from the table. "Kinsey, keep an eye on the kids. We're leaving." She and Melody took off out the back door. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Narrowing his eyes, Kinsey asked, "You making that shit up?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Swear to God, just like I said, Kinsey," Terry said. "Ghost just freaked out on me." He got up to get more coffee. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Something doesn't add up," Kinsey said. "Ghost was settled in on the couch in there, then you come in and he goes berserk. There's something you're not saying, Terry. Spill it..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-860191605519254692016-04-06T20:52:00.000-05:002016-04-06T20:52:35.840-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 303<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 303</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The next morning, Kinsey came down stairs to start the coffee brewing in the kitchen. As he got to the hallway, he was surprised to see the back door standing open, and the floor sopping wet from the rain. Frowning, he looked around the parking lot, then seeing nothing unusual, closed the door. He'd get the coffee going, then mop up the hallway. In the kitchen, though, he saw the little light on the coffee maker was blinking, and the microwave clock was blinking, too, 12:00, over and over. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Hmm, electricity must have gone out last night," he said. He re-set everything, then went to get the mop from the storage closet. As he came back by his office, he noticed the door was open. That was odd, he thought. He always closed it at night. Going in, he saw the flashlight laying on the floor, still on, but the batteries were almost used up. Nothing else seemed out of place. He checked his petty cash box, just in case, and it was fine, still locked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Taking the mop toward the back door, he began the clean-up. He had no idea of the things that had gone on the night before. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Just then, Linda came down stairs, hoping for some coffee. Seeing Kinsey, she hollered, "Good morning."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Hey, morning Linda," Kinsey said, looking up. "Coffee should be about ready in there. I'll join you in a few."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">She poured herself a cup, then, taking it into the office, where she turned on the little TV to watch the morning news. She made herself comfortable on the couch. A few minutes later, Kinsey came in with his own cup of coffee, and they chatted about this and that, the beach trip, and how the kids were now watching cartoons upstairs. Melody came in, then, still in her robe and fuzzy slippers. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Is Ghost up yet?" she asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No, haven't seen him," Linda said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kinsey looked back and forth between the two girls, confused. "What...did Ghost stay over last night?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda and Melody told him what had happened, and that Ghost and Steve had gotten into a bad fight, so Ghost had stayed here.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, in the back room, behind the stage," Melody said. "I'll go check on him." She came back a few minutes later, to report him missing. "He wasn't in there, and I'm getting a bad feeling that something happened." She looked at Kinsey and Linda for answers, but neither of them had any ideas. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Did y'all hear any noise down here last night?" she asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kinsey shook his head. "No, I didn't even hear the thunderstorm. The electricity must have gone out, though, because all the clocks were blinking this morning. I did find a flashlight left on, here in the office."</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well, maybe Ghost got up in the night, and came in here?" Linda asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Aw, crap...the door was left open, too. I'll bet he went out," Kinsey said. "I hope he wasn't sleepwalking...no telling where he'd be by now."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody jumped up, heading for the stairs. "We have to find him."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Wait, maybe he walked home," Linda said. "I'll call over there, just in case." She followed Melody upstairs. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody had thrown on some clothes, and was about to go looking for Ghost. "Wait, hang on a minute," Linda said. Let me call over there first." Punching in their number, she heard it ring, and ring. "Come on...come on...answer the damn phone." Finally, Steve answered. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Hello?" he mumbled, having just been woken up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Steve, this is your sister. Is Ghost out there with you?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, he's here...why?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, thank God. We thought he went sleepwalking or something. We couldn't find him." She paused for a second. "Everything ok?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Mm-hmm, guess so. We were asleep. I'm going back to sleep," Steve said, and he hung up the phone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda stared at the phone. "Well, he's ok; he's at home, and Ghost is there. He said all is ok, and they were sleeping."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, good," Melody said. "Do you think they really are ok, now...I mean after that fight and all last night."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda shrugged. "I don't know. Guess we'll have to wait until we see them," she said. "Go down and tell Kinsey, while I check on the kids. I'll be down in a few minutes."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody did tell Kinsey, then poured herself another cup of coffee. She sat the table, there in the kitchen, drumming her fingers. "Something still don't feel right, Kinsey," she said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kinsey nodded. "I know. I don't know what we're missing, but there's bound to be more to this."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">They heard the back door slam open, then heard Terry holler, "Hey, anybody up?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-50520355089819591502016-04-03T18:02:00.000-05:002016-04-03T18:02:28.881-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 302<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 302</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost grabbed Terry's arm, trying to make him stop driving. The car fish-tailed, almost going off in the ditch. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"God dammit," Terry yelled, turning the steering wheel, bringing the car back under control. Shaking and pulling his arm away from Ghost's grip, he finally broke free. But, Ghost came at him again, grabbing his hair, and hitting him hard. Terry had one hand on the wheel, but managed to reach up, yanking on Ghost's hair, pulling him off of him, once more. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">It didn't last long, as Ghost continued scrabbling at him, so Terry elbowed him away, this time, hitting Ghost 's face, splitting his lip open against his sharp, broken tooth. Blood splattered out of his mouth, as he shouted, right up in Terry's face. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Stop...stop the car, Terry." He sprayed drops of blood on Terry's face and shirt. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"You fucking maniac," Terry hollered. "</span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">No wonder Steve has had enough of you...get the hell off me."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No...I'll kill you before you ever kill Steve," Ghost said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">By this time, they were on the long dirt road leading to the house. It was soaked and muddy, and the car almost got stuck, spinning the wheels, and sliding sideways, just before gaining traction again, there on the gravel driveway. Terry managed to brake, and cut the engine, even as Ghost kept hitting him, wherever he could. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">As Terry reached for the door handle, Ghost shoved him hard into it. He felt his pistol fall to the floor-board, but managed to grab it in his left hand. Pointing it right in Ghost's face, he yelled, "Back off, or I'll pull the trigger, Ghost...I swear I will."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost stopped for only a second, his blood splotched face, and hair mere inches from Terry's. He was breathing hard, his hot breath fogging the windows. Then, he growled, low in his throat, as he tried to bite Terry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><em>"He's possessed by the devil..." </em>Terry thought, as he dodged Ghost's teeth, and managed to open the car door, and falling sideways out onto the gravel. As he fell, the gun went off, the noise shattering the night, the bullet going up into the air. Stunned, they both gasped. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Then, scrabbling up, Terry jerked Ghost out of the car, dragging him up onto the porch steps, where he shoved Ghost down. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Steve," he yelled. "Steve...here's your fucking boyfriend. Ya hear me in there?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Frowning at the noise, Steve opened the door. "What the hell, Terry?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I came here to kill you for hurting Ghost, but I changed my mind. I'm killing this psycho instead," Terry yelled. "If ya got something to say, better do it quick." He pointed the gun down at Ghost, who tried to crawl away, but Terry stomped on his back, laying him flat. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve charged, but stumbled over Ghost, falling face first down the steps. Terry jumped out of the way. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"God help ya, you both deserve each other," Terry said, shaking his head. He turned, went back to the car, and sprayed gravel and mud, as he careened down the muddy road. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve, still reeling from the alcohol, pulled himself up. Ghost lay there trying to catch his breath, staring up at the sky. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ghost?" Steve asked. "You ok?" When Ghost didn't answer, Steve reached down, pulling Ghost up. "Let's go in...it's raining again." Leaning on each other, they went slowly up the steps, letting the screen door slam behind them. They made their way down the hallway to Ghost's bedroom, where they both collapsed onto the bed. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">They remained there in each other's arms the rest of the night. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Terry made it back to town, driving up to his apartment in back of the Whirling Disc record store. He shut off the engine, and just sat there, staring out at his front door. He was shaking all over. Glancing over to the passenger seat, he saw his gun lying there. He didn't want to touch it. Breathing deep, to calm himself, he couldn't stop his racing mind. What had happened tonight kept playing over and over, ending with his pointing the gun in Ghost's face...not once, but twice. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"God help me...I was this close...this close to pulling the trigger and killing Ghost," he said aloud. "And Steve, too. What the hell happened out there...what started it all?" The scenes began to replay again. Finally he reached for the gun, and slid out of the car. His knees feeling rubbery, he made it to his front door, and went inside. He didn't sleep at all that night. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-26022041641386537192016-04-01T21:08:00.000-05:002016-04-01T21:08:22.560-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 301<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 301</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Hey," Terry hollered into his phone. "Is that you, Steve? Hello?" He was still half asleep, and confused, but kept on yelling, as he could hear Steve making noises. Finally, Steve heard him, but he'd dropped his own phone, when he fell. He could hear Terry, somewhere in front of him, so he felt around in the dark, until his hand brushed against the phone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Terry," Steve croaked out, then coughed, as his stomach roiled, almost making him sick. "Terry, find him. Tell him I didn't mean to hurt him again. Make him come back."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Frowning, Terry asked, "What the hell, Steve...what's wrong? I don't know what you're talking about...slow down."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ghost...I need him...and I'm drunk...and you have to go get him," Steve said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Where is he? Are you at home?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, and he's at Kinsey's, unless he's gone. Please don't let him be gone."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Then, it registered what Steve had said...that he'd hurt Ghost again. Terry immediately remembered that other time when Steve had hurt Ghost. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"God damn you, Steve, if you went and hurt Ghost again, you're a dead man. I will personally do it myself," Terry vowed. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Just go find him," Steve said. "Tell him I'm sorry, and bring him back here, please."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, I'm gonna find him, but I sure as hell ain't bringing him back to you, you bastard," Terry yelled. He then hung up the phone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No...no...wait," Steve cried into the phone, but it did no good. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Terry scrabbled some jeans and boots on, threw on a jacket, and ran out the door, immediately getting soaked from the rain. He didn't really notice much, as he ran down the block to Kinsey's place. He'd remembered to take his keys to the back door, and unlocked it as fast as he could. Standing just inside the hallway, he thought it odd that there was no noise, no lights, no sign of anything wrong. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He wondered where Ghost could be, if he was actually here in the club. First, he looked into the office, and then the bar area, but nothing was out of the ordinary. Looking up to the apartments upstairs, he didn't want to wake everyone, if he didn't have to. Then, he remembered the back room where there was a big couch. He'd slept there many times, himself. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He opened the door slowly, not knowing what condition he'd find Ghost in, if he was even there at all. The room was totally dark, as there were no windows, and the electricity was still out. He strained his eyes, peering into the depths of the room, toward where he knew the couch was located. Taking small, shuffling steps, he worked his way over, hands out, feeling for anything he might bump into. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Then, as his knees touched the couch, he whispered, "Ghost? Are you here?" Feeling around lower, his hands touched something soft...a blanket he figured. Poking some more, he felt an arm. "Ghost..." he said aloud. He gripped Ghost's arm, and shook him. Ghost screamed in pain and shock.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"It's just me...Terry...it's ok...wake up, dude."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost sat up, holding his arm to his chest. He could feel his wrist throbbing now.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Dammit, we need some light in here," Terry said. "You awake...you ok...are you hurt?" Terry asked in Ghost's direction, as he still couldn't see him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I'm awake," Ghost said through gritted teeth. "My wrist hurts, that's all, and you scared me."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Come on, let's go out to the bar. At least there's a window. Do you have any idea where a flashlight or candles are around here?" Terry asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"In the office, I seen some," Ghost said. He reached out until he found the edge of Terry's jacket, and pulled himself up. They carefully walked out into the main room, then down the hall. The thunder and lightning were still crashing outside, and they could see where they were in the bright flashes. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">In the office, Terry rummaged around in the desk drawers, finally finding a flashlight. He flicked it on. Ghost sat on the office couch, watching Terry. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ok, here's the deal," Terry said. He sat in Kinsey's swivel chair, behind the desk. "Steve called me. That's why I'm here. You wanna tell me what's going on?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost shook his head, and looked down at the floor.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Why are you here, instead of at home?" Terry asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost shrugged. "'Cause Steve hates me. He told me to go away. He wouldn't even look at me no more." He began sobbing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Terry narrowed his eyes. "Did he hurt you?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost didn't answer. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"DID HE HURT YOU? ... GOD DAMMIT, ANSWER ME."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost nodded. "Yeah, but he didn't mean to. It was the omen that did it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Terry stood up, pushing the chair back hard against the wall. "He's dead. I'm getting my gun. I'll tell you when it's over," Terry said, and stomped out the door of the office.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
Ghost was too shocked to say anything. It had happened too fast. He heard the back door open and then slam shut. "Wait...wait..." he screamed. Stumbling as he ran down the hall, he yanked open the door, but Terry was gone.<br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Thunder crashed again, and lightning lit up the parking lot. Ghost flinched as the cold rain stung his skin, but he splashed through ankle deep water, as best he could, down to Terry's house. <em>"Oh God, oh God...I have to stop him..."</em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Just as he came to the corner of the building, he saw Terry getting into his car, and backing out. "Stop..." Ghost yelled, as he closed the gap, reaching the driveway right in front of Terry's car. As the car rolled forward, Ghost slammed his hands down on the hood, feeling pain shoot up his wrist and arm. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What the hell?" Terry yelled, as he braked hard, throwing Ghost off, and onto the pavement. He jumped out, pulling Ghost up. "Get in the fucking car," he yelled, pushing Ghost ahead of him. "</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Don't shoot Steve...don't kill him," Ghost screamed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Shut the fuck up," Terry yelled back. He kept driving down the rain slicked highway. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span><br />
ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-51451510421455639342016-03-30T21:03:00.000-05:002016-03-30T21:03:11.416-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 300<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 300</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">warning...adult content</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve opened another can of beer, as he drove the five miles home. Pulling up on the graveled driveway, he cut the engine of his T-bird, and just sat there a few minutes. Dew was already forming on the grassy areas by the house, with a slight fog twining around the base of the pine trees. They'd left no lights on in the house, when they'd left earlier that afternoon, so that now, looking at the darkened little cabin, seemed a bit eerie. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Only unseen crickets and frogs could be heard, somewhere out in the woods. Steve had the feeling that something was watching him. <em>"I've been around Ghost too long, thinking spooks are everywhere, watching us while we sleep...we'd never know..." </em>He shivered, as a sudden chill overtook him. It seemed way too quiet...even the air felt heavy with foreboding. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Shaking his head of this line of thought, he got out of the car, slamming the door, hoping maybe the noise would scare away any lurkers out there among the trees. Stepping on the sagging porch steps, he pulled open the old screen door, hearing it's familiar squeak. Inside he flicked on the table lamp, chasing away the gloom, in the house. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Spirit came out of the bedroom, to rub against his legs. Bending down, Steve patted the cat's head. "Hey, cat...you hungry?" Spirit walked to the front door, sniffing the night air. He looked back and meowed. Steve knew immediately what the cat was asking...'where's Ghost?'.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Aww, kitty, Ghost didn't come home tonight. He'll be back later on, though." He went into the kitchen to get food for Spirit. "Here ya go," he said, setting the dish down in the living room by the couch. He hefted the 30-pack of beer up onto the coffee table, and proceeded to crack open one after the other. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">After a while, he headed off down the hall to the bathroom, only staggering a little bit, but bumping into the little hall table, he knocked off one of Ghost's geodes. It rolled a bit back and forth, as he tried to focus on it. "Shit," Steve said aloud. From the corner of his eye, though, he thought he saw a shadowy form slither into Ghost's bedroom. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What the hell? Ghost?" He frowned, at the image he thought he saw, but couldn't wait to use the bathroom any longer. He was getting jumpy, now, all alone here in the house, hallucinating things. He finished up, then peeped into Ghost's room, just to check things out. He admitted to himself, that he was a bit scared of what he'd find. Standing at the threshold, he took note of the glowing stars on the ceiling, and the faint smell of dried roses, but saw no weird shadows. Shaking his head, he went back to the couch. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The voices in his head had been quieted somewhat, but now they returned, worse than before. Closing his eyes, he muttered, "What have I done...what have I done?" And then, he cried. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">After a while, he scraped his arm across his face, wiping away his tears. He tried to get his thoughts in order, trying to make sense of all that had happened. A hand reached out for another can of beer, and in a moment of clarity, he was surprised to find it was his own, bringing beer after beer to his mouth to guzzle down, one by one. It seemed unattached to him. He could now feel a darkness creeping into his field of vision, as his head swam with dizziness. Falling to his side, on the couch, he lay there, letting the darkness take over. Then the dreams began. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Just as before, he could see images flashing one after another. Images of his life, of Ghost, of everything good and everything bad, stopping only for a bit longer look at certain times. He felt again, the deep depression of the years without Ghost, and how he'd been on the verge of ending it all, when Ghost came back that night. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He startled awake, a bright flash of lightning struck close by, it's silvered electricity, splitting a nearby tree. The following crash of thunder, shook the house...but he didn't care anymore. He only felt the same crushing despair as on that night so long ago. Abruptly sitting up, he shouted, "No! It can't happen again."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He rolled himself off the couch, and onto all fours. Then, bracing his hands on the coffee table, heaved himself up. He almost blacked out again, but the lightning flashed just then, jump starting his heart to a pounding rhythm.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Why are you tormenting me?" he shouted at the thunder. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Spirit hissed, and ran for cover under the bed in Ghost's room. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"God, if you're punishing me, go ahead. I don't care...I deserve it. I'm a horrible person. I took a vow that I'd never hurt Ghost, again, but I have. I know it, you know it...so strike me with your lightning. Do it now...just do it. Just bring Ghost back to me one more time. I have to tell him I didn't mean it. I don't want him to go away." He was sobbing now, staring up toward the ceiling. "I love him. Is that so wrong...is it? It can't be. You put our souls together before, so many times; there has to be a reason why. Don't let this be the last time...please," he begged. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He'd been pacing as best he could around the living room. The electricity had been knocked out with the storm, leaving the house in darkness, again. He tripped over the empty beer cans on the floor where he'd tossed them, falling to his knees, getting back up. Hail now began hitting the roof, and rain was being blown inside through the screen door. Another crack of thunder and lightning resulted in another pine tree across the way to be struck, with sparks flying through the wind. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><em>"This is Armageddon...or hell...I think I'm in hell..."</em></span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></em><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">A sudden thought hit him. "Where is Ghost? Is he ok? Is he here in hell with him?" He had to find him, and then remembered his phone. Patting hs jeans pockets, he felt it, and scrabbled it out. Trying to focus on the back-lit numbers, he punched the speed-dial for Terry. Then, just as Terry answered, he stumbled again, over a beer can, falling hard. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ow," he yelled, then he couldn't help it...he began crying...loud, heart-wrenching wails."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
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Peace, Love, & Writingghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-8869851633612163342016-03-27T21:11:00.001-05:002016-03-27T21:11:55.393-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 299<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 299</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">warning...adult content</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda led Steve back over to where Ghost and Melody were sitting, there on the sandy beach. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"We're going home, now," Linda said. "Melody, you'll ride back with Steve, and Ghost, you'll ride with me and the kids. We are all too tired to be arguing out here, tonight, but in the morning, we'll try and work this all out, together. Let's go." She marched back to the van, followed by the others. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve wouldn't even look at Ghost, and kept his distance. As he got into his car, he slammed the door, waiting for Melody to get in, then sped off. They never said a word the whole way back. Linda followed him down the highway toward Missing Mile. They made it back to Kinsey's bar, where Steve dropped Melody off at the back door, then spun gravel, as he left toward his and Ghost's house. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda and Melody woke the kids up, to go inside to their beds. Ghost just sat on the back porch of the club, looking down at the pavement. When the kids were settled, Linda took Melody aside. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"He's still down there, isn't he?" she asked. Melody nodded. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Go see if you can talk to him. Tell him he should come in, now."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody frowned. "But, what do I even say to him. I mean, Steve is being ridiculous. He's your brother and all, but damn, he's so mean."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda gritted her teeth at that remark, then let it go. This time she agreed with Melody. "I know, and he's not usually like this. Something must have made him snap this time. We'll try to sort it all out tomorrow. Just right now, go talk to Ghost, please." She heaved a sigh. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ok, and I'm sorry I said that," Melody said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"It's ok," Linda said. "We have to hang in there, and keep it together, for them."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody went downstairs to find Ghost. Coming out the back door, she then sat down by him, just to be there for him. For a few minutes she watched, as he piled up little pieces of gravel, then knocked them down. She could tell that his wrist was still hurting, though. Every now and then, she could hear him sniffle. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Why don't you come on inside?" she asked. "There's plenty of places to sleep tonight."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He shook his head, then took a handful of the little rocks, throwing them, watching them ping off the front of the van, as they hit. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"It's the omen," Ghost said. "I told him it was a bad one, but he never believes me. It took us by surprise out there, coming on real sudden like that. He has to deal with it, and it might take awhile. He'll be ok...it will go away."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Will <em>you </em>be ok," Melody asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost sighed. "Yeah...I ain't going no where. It just hurts when he says things like that to me. But, Melody...I didn't mind control him. I didn't..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">She nodded. "I believe you. I don't understand it, but I've come to know that you don't lie. Steve knows that, too, deep down."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I know," Ghost said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">They sat there a few more minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Then Melody asked, "So, how do you fix it...this omen thing?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, well...I could try some stuff, but he'd have to let me, and right now he won't even look at me. He mostly don't even believe in any of this, anyway, like I do. Well, except for the vampires and demons...he knows they're real, but all the things our grandmother taught me...the spells, and potions, and magic charms...he don't like to even think about them."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody thought for a minute. "So what you're saying is, until he is ready to listen to you, he'll be...well, mean to everybody?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost shrugged. "I guess so. He never had to really think about omens and signs very much before."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ok, well, we're all talking it out in the morning. He said he'd be here, so we'll just wait until then," Melody said. "You ready to come in?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Nodding, Ghost got up off the porch, and Melody opened the door, waiting for him. He paused for a moment, staring up into the night sky. Melody's heart lurched, as she saw how sad he looked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Come on, let's get you a blanket. You want to stay in my room?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Naw, I'll be in the back room; it'll be fine, there's a big couch in there," Ghost said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ok, try to get some rest," Melody said, as she gave him a hug. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">As Steve had sped off, his mind was in turmoil. His thoughts and emotions were spinning out of control, and he knew it, but was unable to get a handle on it. He drove farther down the main street, noticing the convenience store was still open. It felt like the middle of the night already, but checking his watch, he noticed it wasn't even midnight, yet. On impulse, he pulled into the little store's parking lot. He went in, directly to the back wall of cooler shelves. Grabbing a 30-pack of beer, he then paid for it and left. Out on the highway, he cracked open a can, wanting at this point, only to drown out the voices in his head, telling him he was being an asshole. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Shut the hell up," he yelled, as he chucked the now empty can out the window. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-40712802195657226262016-03-25T18:50:00.000-05:002016-03-25T18:50:26.467-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 298<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 298</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">warning...adult content</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve felt himself scooting backwards on the sand, away from Ghost, but didn't know how he was doing it. He didn't know how he could move at all. How could he be afraid of Ghost? Why was Ghost doing this to him?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He heard a muffled scream...<em>where was that coming from? </em></span><br />
<br />
"Steve, Steve...wake up," Ghost said. He pinched Steve's arm, hard. It made Steve scream. "Wake up," Ghost yelled, right up in Steve's face. Steve felt Ghost's hot breath on him, and dared to open his eyes, again. Ghost's long hair was hanging in his face, tickling his cheeks. He blinked, trying to clear his eyes.<br />
<br />
"Ghost?"<br />
<br />
"Wake up...you fainted," Ghost yelled, and shook Steve's shoulders. <br />
<br />
"What? Wait...you did something to me...stay away," Steve said, cringing. <br />
<br />
Ghost sat back, "Huh? What are you talking about?"<br />
<br />
Steve pushed himself up on his elbows. Looking closer at Ghost, he saw that he looked normal now, not with the weird eyes from before. "You made me see things," he said. "Nothing was normal, and you were mean and scary."<br />
<br />
"Why would I..." Ghost began, but Steve interrupted him. <br />
<br />
"You mind controlled me. You gave me a nightmare of every bad thing I ever did, and you were laughing about it. I can't explain it, just don't do it again, please Ghost, don't do it again."<br />
~<br />
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By this time Linda and Melody had ran over to see why Steve was screaming. Out of breath, Linda said, "What's the matter? Are you hurt?"<br />
<br />
Ghost looked at her, then back to Steve. "Yeah, we're ok. I think Steve fainted, and he had a nightmare, or something."<br />
<br />
Steve tried sitting up, but was still groggy. "That was no nightmare. That was you...you were doing things in my head."<br />
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"Calm down, Steve," Linda said. "We don't know what you're talking about. Ghost said you fainted, and we heard you scream. What were you dreaming about?"<br />
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Steve pointed to Ghost. "Ask him, he did it. He made me see things...bad thing."<br />
<br />
Ghost reached over to touch Steve's arm, to reassure him, to let him know he didn't manipulate his mind.<br />
<br />
"Stay away from me," Steve said, as he dodged Ghost's hand. "You're the craziest son-of-a-bitch I ever knew. I don't know why I ever saved you in the first place. I had a feeling, way back then, that nothing good would come of it. Now, it's finally here," Steve was breathing hard, and now narrowed his eyes. "You've held me prisoner of your damn fantasy world long enough. I'm done with it. I'm done with you. Go away...go away...I'm commanding you, devil's spawn...be gone."<br />
<br />
"Steve...Steve..." Linda tried to get his attention, to break his train of thought. "Come here. Come over here with me," she said. Grabbing Steve's hands, she pulled him up, and led him away down the beach. <br />
<br />
"I mean it, Linda. I'm done. I've had enough. Get him away from me...from me...from me..." He was sobbing now. Linda held onto him, letting him cry it out. <br />
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Melody sat down in the sand, next to Ghost. "What the hell was he going on about?" she asked. "Why was he saying those mean things?"<br />
<br />
Ghost was stunned speechless, at Steve's outburst. <br />
<br />
"Ghost, answer me," Melody said.<br />
<br />
He looked up in confusion. "I...uh...I don't know. He thinks I controlled his dream? He thinks I put bad things in his head? I don't know why. I didn't do any of that," Ghost said. After a few seconds, he looked Melody in the eyes, "I didn't do that to Steve, but <em>something </em>did. Something had ahold of him...something bad. That must be the omen, you remember, from before? Maybe...now, Steve thinks he hates me. I know he doesn't, but right now, he does." He took Melody's hands. "We have to get it off of him."<br />
<br />
"Shut up over there. Quit talking about me," Steve yelled. <br />
<br />
"What can we do, Ghost?" Melody asked. "It's so late, and we're not even home, and Steve has to drive us back." She thought for a minute. "I guess I could drive his car back. I don't know what to think, what to do. Besides, he really <em>does </em>hate me, and he wouldn't let me drive his car, anyway."<br />
~<br />
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"What happened out here, Steve?" Linda asked. "What were y'all talking about right before all this yelling started? Do you remember?"<br />
<br />
Steve nodded. "Hell, yeah I remember. I told Ghost it was over with us...for real...for good. Then he started doing something to my head. He didn't want to hear what I said, and he made it worse, and he knew it, and wouldn't stop. It wasn't a dream, Linda, it wasn't."<br />
<br />
"Ok, so why on Earth would you break up with Ghost?" Linda asked. "You love him, Steve. It's not right." She stopped to take a deep breath. "You didn't mean it, did you?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, 'cause I know I'm no good for him. I make things worse. He could have been happy all these years, but I kept him for myself, and I did bad things, and I just now figured it out. So yeah, it's for the best." He rubbed his face. "But, now he's gone all crazy about it. It's all messed up. I think it's the other way around, now. He made <em>me </em> stay with his mind powers," Steve said. <br />
<br />
Linda was so confused. he knew they all were, at this point. "Ok, so we all need to calm down, and talk it out...like now. You need to quit being..." she stopped. She didn't want to say what she was thinking, which was that Steve was being ridiculous about the whole thing. <br />
<br />
"Steve, you've done the best you can. I know you never meant for Ghost to be hurt, or you either, but you both have been. Now, it's time to put it right. But, listen to me...we are exhausted. We are away from home, and we have to get back. The kids might wake up, with all this noise. We have to call a truce, or something. Do you understand?"<br />
<br />
"I'm not taking him home with me, Linda...no way...not yet," he said, shaking his head.<br />
<br />
"Fine, then he can ride with me, but we are not just leaving him here. He can stay with us at Kinsey's, but in the morning, it has to be dealt with."<br />
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"Yeah, sure, whatever..." Steve said.<br />
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"Ok, then, let me go tell them how it's going to be, and then let's go home," Linda said. <br />
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Next part coming soon!<br />
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ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-10059594862840009032016-03-23T21:16:00.000-05:002016-03-23T21:16:05.410-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 297TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE <br />
# 297<br />
<span style="color: red;">warning...adult content</span><br />
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Steve led Ghost down to the water's edge. They walked a few minutes, moving back as the tide brought the waves farther up onto the sand. Sighing, Steve stopped to sit awhile, and they both watched the moon rise above the horizon, making the darkness of the water sparkle. <br />
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Sighing again, Steve asked, "Are you afraid of me?"<br />
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Ghost hesitated for just a second, then slowly shook his head. "No..." he whispered. <br />
<br />
Steve barely heard the word over the rhythmic sounds of the waves, but his heart skipped a beat. He knew Ghost was lying. Putting his fingers to his forehead, he closed his eyes. "Look at what I've done. I've hurt you more times than I can count, and now you are having to lie to me, and yourself, and I know that is something you just don't do. It's my fault, I know that. I'm to blame for everything. Me, and my god damn temper...and God knows, I've tried. I've tried, Ghost. I'll never stop trying to get it under control, to make things better."<br />
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Shaking his head, and swallowing hard, he continued. "I'm not making any excuses, and I don't want you to make any for me, either. There is nothing good about what I've done. I'm sorry, so sorry for all of the pain I've caused you."<br />
<br />
Ghost started to say something, but Steve stopped him. "No...wait...I wish you <em>would </em>get angry at me...hate me...tell me to fuck off, and mean it...but, that's not you. I'm no good for you, Ghost. I've messed up your life too many times. I should have never tried to keep you...like a caged up bird or something, making it seem like you're a prisoner, only doing what I wanted for you to do. I'm ashamed at how many times I've begged you to love me, when you could have gone anywhere, done anything, and had the kind of life you deserved...not full of pain."<br />
<br />
Ghost could feel Steve's anguish. He knew Steve was hurting inside, as much as he himself was. Reaching for Steve, he brought him close, sobbing into his hair. <em>...the truth hurts, it hurts so bad... </em><br />
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"Don't, Ghost. Don't try to make me feel better. I don't want to feel better, when I've made you miserable all this time. I know that now. I tried to stop hurting you...I tried to stop thinking it, hoping it would go away, but it hasn't, and I haven't. Look at what I did, just tonight."<br />
<br />
Ghost raised up his head. "Steve, stop hating yourself. It doesn't matter, I told you before."<br />
<br />
"It <em>does </em>matter. It has to stop. I have to stop, and I know you won't...so I have to be the one...to call it off...to stop myself from hurting you...by hurting you this one last time. It has to be over...we have to be over. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I feel I won't ever change enough before something even worse happens."<br />
<br />
Ghost looked into Steve's eyes, really looked. There was just enough moonlight to see the tears on Steve's face, his dark eyes full of pain. Brushing away the tears with his fingers, putting the drops into his mouth, he said, "You are part of me, Steve, you always have been. I would have no life, no reason to live, without you...even then, even now, forever more." <br />
<br />
Ghost continued to stare into Steve's eyes, holding his gaze steady. "You won't ever be rid of me, Steve. I've seen to that, a long, long, time ago. You can try, you can hurt me, you can kill me again, <em>it does not matter. </em>We are bonded, we are blood, we are...<em>we are..."</em><br />
<em></em><br />
Steve was getting a strange vibe from Ghost. His thoughts of leaving were being pushed right out of his mind. The thoughts were fading away. While he was trying to recapture them, because he'd said them out loud, and they were important, he was also thinking, <em>"Ghost is in a trance...he's acting weird...he's controlling my mind, right now..."</em><br />
<em></em><br />
It was such a strange feeling, and he was powerless to stop it. "<em>Maybe Ghost put a spell on me, or a curse. Maybe that curse from long ago, or maybe a new one. He's not afraid of me...uh-uh...but, I'm afraid of him..." </em>He'd never thought about it like that, before. It was totally opposite...he'd never had any control over Ghost, but he was, and had been controlled <em>by </em>Ghost...to be Ghost's puppet, his whimsy, to be manipulated...even the bad stuff. Ghost was making a fantasy of his dreams come to be real life. This was too much to think about. He didn't understand it at all. He just wanted to make it stop. <br />
<br />
His heart pounding, he came to this crazy conclusion. <em>"This is the most unreal thought I've ever had...this is not my thinking at all, it is Ghost's. Why is he making me think crazy things?" </em>He shook his head, trying to clear it of the whirling thoughts. Images were flashing non-stop, faster and faster, one after the other...and still, Ghost stared into his eyes. <br />
<br />
<em>"How can I have thoughts about my thoughts, at the same time... and his, too. What the hell is happening?" </em>He closed his eyes; he had to break away from Ghost's intense gaze. "I'm the crazy one," he said. "I have been all along, just like Melody said. She knew...she knew..." He took a shuddery breath. "Ghost?" he breathed out. "Am I dying? Is this what if feels like...everything I ever did keeps flashing in my head, like a fast forward movie, or something." <br />
<br />
He opened his eyes, just for a second, to see if Ghost was still staring at him. He was...and he was grinning his crooked grin. "Make it stop, please, Ghost, make it stop." Steve's teeth were chattering, now, but he felt waves of heat rushing into his face, at the same time. <br />
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Next part coming soon!<br />
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Peace, Love, & Writingghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-85910617935519222532016-03-20T21:31:00.000-05:002016-03-20T21:31:37.546-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 296<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 296</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"That's enough, Steve," Linda said. "Calm down. Nobody's up in y'all's business. Melody was just concerned, that's all. I asked her to find y'all, and she hasn't been around us long enough to know how you and Ghost deal with things. She didn't mean to tick you off, but you jumped on her pretty hard, there."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Bullshit..." Steve said. "She called me a liar, and she had to be put in her place. I guess she'd call what we're doing now a fight, too. Ya think? I wouldn't call this a fight, and neither was that out yonder."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well, I think you should apologize to her," Linda said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, hell no," Steve said. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve and Linda had been arguing so loud, they hadn't noticed that Ghost had gone to the van to see about Melody. She hadn't gotten in and disturbed the kids, but was standing on the far side. Ghost could see she was crying. He went to her and gave her a hug.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"How can you stand him?" Melody cried into Ghost's shoulder. "He's the crazy one around here, not you. He's so loud, and rude, and domineering." She sniffled, and wiped her eyes. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost started to say something to ease her distress, but before he could, she said, "Don't try to defend him. You know it's true. I don't know why you let him treat you bad, and then forgive him. I don't know y'all's whole story, but I can imagine it hasn't been all lovey-dovey all these years. Am I right? Huh?" She stared into Ghost's eyes, waiting for confirmation.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost nodded. "No, it hasn't been, but nobody can be perfect. Everyone has arguments and misunderstandings. It's best to talk and clear the air. That's what we do, and it's <em>not </em>having a fight."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"So what do you call it, then, when he hurts you...like now. I can see you're holding your arm funny. He hurt you, didn't he?" Melody asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost looked down at his swollen wrist. It was stiff and throbbing, now. "Yes...it hurts...it might be broken, but he didn't..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Stop...just stop making excuses for him. He's an abuser, and he's hurt you, and will again. You know that, don't you? Don't you?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost nodded. "But, I can't stop loving him," he said, as tears ran down his face. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, Ghost," Melody said, softly, as she drew him to her. "I know, I know you love him. I'm sorry I'm in such a mood tonight. I don't mean to upset you." They were quiet for a minute.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"He's had help for it...his anger...and, it's better now, a lot better," Ghost said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"That's good," Melody said. "I won't butt into y'all's business anymore...well, I'll try not to, anyway. I just can't stand a bully."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost sucked in his breath, as he looked up at Melody. "Steve's not. He saved me from them. That's why...well, not just that, but one of the reasons I love him. We've been together so many times, and this time it'll work...I know it will."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody nodded. "I hope so," she said, but really had no idea what he was talking about, as they'd not yet told her the whole story.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">There was a noise coming from the other side of the van. They looked over, to see Steve standing there. Clearing his throat, he said, "Melody, I'm sorry for yelling at you, and being mean. I didn't mean to cause trouble, ok?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody narrowed her eyes. "Ghost explained it to me. I don't want to be enemies, Steve. We both love Ghost, and our arguing puts him right in the middle. I hate that...and I don't want to just forget it, though. I have to say it. I know you hurt Ghost out there...his wrist may be broken. That's not acceptable, Steve He said you've been getting help, and that's good. But, do you ever apologize to Ghost, after you hurt him? Or does he just forgive you, and that's the end of it?" She stared hard at Steve.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ghost knows I don't mean it...right, Ghost?" He looked over at him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost shrugged. "You do mean it when you're doing it. Then you don't."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve was using all the restraint he could, not to lash out at Melody again, for starting this whole thing. He was clenching his fists, and wanted so bad to tell her again to stay out of it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ghost, I'm sorry for hurting you. I know it sounds lame, at this point, but I do mean it." He reached out for Ghost's hand. "Come here, I need to talk to you." Ghost took his hand, and they walked away from the van.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody shook her head, as she watched them walk away. "Bite your tongue, girl," she told herself. "It does no good to point out the obvious to those two." She went back to find Linda. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Get anything settled over there?" Linda asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Not really. I plan on keeping my mouth shut from now on, though. I hate what I'm seeing happen." She bit at her bottom lip. "I don't know if you see it, or not, but I'm done trying to bring it up," Melody said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-42936957936811607622016-03-18T18:58:00.000-05:002016-03-18T18:58:30.140-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 295<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 295</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">warning...adult content </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Breathing hard, Steve glared down at Ghost. He was as angry as he'd ever been at him, now, thinking he'd been tricked, been played. He continued yelling, even as a rational thought zinged through his mind...<em>this is actually working...Ghost is rallying...he's coming around... </em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He reached down, grabbed Ghost's wrist again, and yanked him upright, but as he did, they both heard a crack. Ghost cried out from the pain.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Fuck, now look what you made me do. You gonna cry about that, too? Stand up here...don't you dare flake out on me." Steve said. For some reason, he felt himself wanting Ghost in the worst way. He realized how sick that made him, but he didn't care. He'd gone too far to turn back. Entwining his fingers into Ghost's long hair, he pulled him close into his chest, then yanked hard, so Ghost's head was thrown back, exposing his throat. He was surprised that Ghost didn't struggle from his grip, so he kissed him, with passion fueled by his anger. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost met him with his own love/hate of this kind of arousal. He felt it too, and ignoring the pain in his right hand, he latched onto Steve's hair, pulling him in for more. His lust for Steve was all he could think of, now. He had to have him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">They again sank down into the soft sand, panting each other's name, as they tore off their clothes. The sky had now grown dark, concealing them from any prying eyes. Only the stars above watched them consummate their love for each other that night. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody kept walking slowly down the beach, looking for any sign of Steve and Ghost. The sun had already disappeared behind the dunes to the west, leaving only a few streaks of pink reflecting on the high clouds. Her eyes were adjusting to the growing darkness, little by little. The sound of the lapping waves, washing rhythmically ashore, was the only sound.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I'm definitely a beach person," she thought. "Ghost may be from the mountains, but give me the ocean, any time."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Getting back to what she was supposed to be doing, she continued walking down the shore. She wasn't afraid of getting lost, in the dark; she knew she could just turn around, follow the shore in the other direction back to their camping spot. Still looking ahead, she figured she should be getting close to finding them, and after another few minutes, she stopped, listening.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Wait a minute...was that them?" she muttered. She walked faster toward the sound. "Yes, I can hear Steve...wait...he's yelling about something..." She went closer. "No, he fighting with Ghost," she said, when she heard Ghost cry out. "Oh, my God, what should I do?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">She ran forward a little ways, then turned back the other way, thinking she had to go get Linda. "No, I have to make them stop," she said, turning around again. She felt crazy, going back and forth, so finally began running back to get Linda, or at least tell her what was going on. She didn't hear any more yelling from Steve, at least.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Coming upon the campsite, she was out of breath, so just motioned for Linda to wait a second. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What is it?" Linda asked. "Did you find them?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, they're way off down the beach, and they were fighting," she managed to say. "Steve was yelling, and then I heard Ghost holler like he was hurt, then I didn't hear any more." Melody said, then took a second to get her breath. "I still didn't see them, I just heard them, so I ran back here. What should we do?" She sat on the sand then, her legs shaking, and her heart still pounding </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Here," Linda said, handing her a bottle of water. "It was quiet when you left?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, is that a good sign? Should I have tried to make them stop?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No, better that you came back. We'll just wait for them," Linda said, looking out toward the water. "They know where we are, and it probably wasn't anything serious, at least I hope not. I swear...those two...it's not the first time they've gotten into it with each other, and I doubt it'll be the last. They're loud, but make up pretty fast, when it's over." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ok, but it scared me," Melody said. She looked around. "Where's Stevie and Mandy?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"They're already asleep over in the van. They were tired out, but I think they had fun today," Linda said. "Did you?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, yeah, I love it here. I'd live right on the beach if I could." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda laughed. "Well, I'm sure we'll be back; it's really not that far from town. I wish they'd hurry back here, though. I'm tired, and it's getting late. We still have to drive home."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody grinned. "Oh, I don't know, we could stay overnight."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Not me, I'm all gritty, and now I'm hungry. We didn't bring any more food, anyway."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, yeah, that could be a problem," Melody said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">After a few more minutes talking about the day they'd had, they heard Steve talking. He and Ghost were almost back to the campsite. It was really too dark to tell, but Linda looked for any sign of anger between the two of them. She didn't sense any, and they were now laughing about something. That, at least, made her feel better.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"You sure took your time getting back here," Linda said, as they flopped down on the sand, beside her and Melody.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"So...did ya miss us?" Steve asked, teasing his sister. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No, but we were ready to leave, then y'all disappeared. Melody went looking for you...she heard yelling. What was that about?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve looked over at Ghost, who just shrugged, and drew shapes in the sand. "Yelling? No, we were just discussing some things. We got it sorted out," he said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Hmm, ok, whatever..." Linda said, but wasn't convinced. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Frowning, Melody gave Steve a look. "I heard you yelling, Steve...loud. I ran all the way back here. Don't deny it." she said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve gave her a look, back. "Just drop it, Melody. It's none of your business, anyway," he said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost looked up, startled at Steve's tone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well," Melody said, "I think it kinda is my business, when it's my brother you're yelling at." She stood up, brushing sand off her shorts, then walked to the van.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve hollered after her, as he watched her walk away, "Don't get all high and mighty, honey...not with me...we barely know you, so stay out of it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Fuck you," Melody said, but didn't look back. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">There was a shocked silence between the three of them left there on the sand. "What?" Steve asked. "She asked for it. I don't care who she is, it's not for her to say anything about me and Ghost." He saw Linda's expression. "And, you can stop looking at me like that, Linda; same goes for you, too. You're my sister, and I love you, and she's Ghost's sister, and I guess they love each other...I don't know...but, dammit, y'all both stay out of it. If we want y'all's opinion, we'll ask for it," Steve said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
Next part coming soon!<br />
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Peace, Love, & Writing <br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-58864498906963766682016-03-16T21:08:00.000-05:002016-03-16T21:08:12.975-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 294<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 294</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">warning...adult content </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost and Steve had walked quite a ways down the beach. They were in no hurry, just talking, and letting the waves lap at their feet. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Remember the time we drove the car into the ocean?" Ghost asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve frowned. "Um, no...why would we do that? It would ruin my car."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost stopped walking to gaze out at the ocean, now turning dark. "We did it in a dream, and it turned out to be the sky instead. The glowing fish were the stars, and everything was upside down." He nodded, as if this were a fact. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, one of your cool stories?" Steve asked, not really remembering.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Looking at Steve, now, Ghost's heart ached. "You never believe me, Steve," he said. I tell you my dreams every time." He paused a few seconds, then shrugged. "It's ok. You don't have to care."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve didn't know what Ghost was getting at, what he was trying to say. "I like hearing your dreams, but that's all they are...fun stories," he said, knowing that sounded lame. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Whatever..." Ghost said, and continued walking in the sand. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve hadn't moved, and just watched, as Ghost kept walking farther away from him. Something was really bothering him, and he knew for sure, when he saw Ghost's shoulders shaking, and saw him reach up to swipe at his face. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He ran to catch up with Ghost. Clutching Ghost's wrist, he jerked him around to face him. Ghost didn't resist, nor did he look up at him. He just stood there, swaying slightly, letting the tears fall to the sand below. Steve's heart lurched, to see Ghost in such distress, so pulled him into an embrace. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Come here, Babe, what is it? Why are you so sad?" He kissed the top of Ghost's head, smelling the fresh sea breezes infused strands of hair. He could feel Ghost's heart beating so fast, feel him breaking down, losing strength. Easing them both down, sitting side by side in the cooling sand, Steve tried again. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Tell me what's the matter...please. Did I say something to upset you, make you mad? I'm sorry if I did."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost shook his head, and sighed. "No, I'm just tired...so tired, Steve." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I know, and we're going home, as soon as we get back to..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No, that's not it," Ghost said. "My insides are tired."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Your insides? Are you sick, do you hurt somewhere?" Steve asked, as he felt Ghost's forehead, to see if he had a fever. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Shaking his head, Ghost said, "No...myself, my whole being. I don't know what it's about, but I feel it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve's mind was racing, trying to come up with a word, or anything to unlock what Ghost was talking about. Then, latching onto a word that flitted through his mind, he asked, "Your...soul?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost looked into Steve's eyes. "That's it," he whispered. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What...what do you mean?" Steve asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost lay his head on Steve's shoulder, and took his hand in his. "My...soul...is tired. It's ready to go...back. I've felt it being called back for awhile now, but I don't...didn't want to listen to it. Now I can't stop it, anymore. Steve, I'm scared...so scared." He began sobbing again. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve's heart was skipping beats; he thought he might pass out. <em>No...no...I can't...not now... </em>But, his eyes and ears started acting weird, and a buzzing was coming from somewhere far away. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision of sparkly dots. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost squeezed Steve's hand, hard, bringing him back from a near faint. "Steve? Can you hear me?" he asked, right up in Steve's ear. "Steve?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve nodded, but slowly, as it was making him dizzy. His nightmare was almost coming true. His fear of Ghost willing himself into another state of being, of actually becoming a ghost, had plagued him all these years he'd known Ghost. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Don't say that," Steve managed to say. "Don't ever say that."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"But, it won't stop. I can't make it stop. It's the way it's supposed to be, the way it's been every time, before, the way it will always be. It will happen again and again." Ghost said. He pushed back Steve's hair from his forehead, feeling how cold, and clammy he felt, yet he was drenched in sweat. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"We'll find each other again...you know we will, but this time is over. I have no control over it, anymore...and I'm so tired of trying to make it not happen." Ghost hitched a sobbing breath. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve took hold of Ghost's shoulders ...<em> God, he's so thin... </em>gripping hard. "Don't let yourself give in, Ghost. You are strong. Fight for your life, fight with all you have. Don't just give in to it, the feelings you're having. You're just sinking into depression, that's all. You've been there before, where everything seems hopeless, and you know it doesn't last long. You <em>know </em>this. There is help...your therapist, medicines...do all you can for yourself, and let me help you. Please, please don't give up on life, on yourself...on us...<em>Don't leave me alone...Don't leave me alone...DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE... I'm begging you, please, please, God, do something. You can't have him, yet No way...NO WAY... </em>Steve was shouting in his head. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost heard it all. All of Steve's thoughts, and he knew Steve was frantic, could snap at any second. He wanted to calm him down, but how? Now that he'd started the whole thing...how? A quick thought formed in his head...<em>Wow, I'm feeling energized, again. This rant of Steve's is making me feel alive, again. Why? Why, when Steve's angry with me, does it get me going, get me turned on?... </em>He grinned, in spite of himself. He didn't even realize that he was doing that, but Steve saw it...and he snapped. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What the hell, Ghost? You think it's funny, now? Is this some sort of test of my loyalty to you...of my love for you?" He stood up, looking down at Ghost, now. "That's the shittiest thing you've ever done, and you've done plenty. I can start naming them...is that what you want? Huh?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-60582069243366703532016-03-13T21:35:00.000-05:002016-03-13T21:35:55.336-05:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 293<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 293</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost and Melody turned, walking back to the others. Stevie and Mandy were back to digging in the sand, after splashing around in the waves. Linda and Steve were sitting on the blanket, drinking sodas, while they talked, and kept an eye on the kids. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Back now, Melody fished out a couple of sodas for her and Ghost. She began emptying her pockets of the shells. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What did you find?" Linda asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Shells, see," Melody said, laying them out on the blanket. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, those are nice ones," Linda said, and she picked some up to look closer. They began talking about the crafts they could make with them. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost stretched out on the blanket, putting his head in Steve's lap, and closing his eyes. Steve smoothed the blond strands around Ghost's face, knowing he and Melody had had some sort of weird connection out there. He told himself he wasn't jealous. There was no need to be. Ghost and Melody were meant to find each other, if not now, then at another time, and they needed time to get to know each other, to find their connection as brother and sister. He knew this was how it should be. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He remembered all the worries Ghost had had when Linda came back into his own life. He'd been so afraid that things would change between them, that it would be different...and it had been, and still was changing. It was mostly for good...no, definitely for good, and it hadn't changed how he and Ghost felt about each other. They were still strong, still in love. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So, why was he feeling like he'd lost his best friend? Not his lover, as that would never change, but the closeness, the fun, and having their own secrets that only they could talk about. Now, he had to share Ghost. That's what it was. He didn't want to share. He felt left out, when Ghost and Melody were laughing together. It was unsettling to have Ghost's attention drawn away from himself. Steve shook his head, trying to clear away these kinds of thoughts. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost wasn't his possession. He didn't dictate what Ghost could or couldn't do. He didn't own him. <em>But I want to. I have to. Ghost is mine, always, only mine. No one else can have him, love him, be friends with him... </em>"Where the hell are these thoughts coming from," Steve asked himself. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"This is out of control," he muttered, running his hands over his face. He was jolted out of his wayward thoughts, when Ghost opened his eyes, staring straight up at him, and said,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"You don't have to worry. Everything will be all right."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve knew Ghost had heard every word, every jealous thought. Sucking in his breath, he said, "I'm sorry...I can't help it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost pulled Steve's face down to his, and kissed him. Then he whispered, "I love you...nothing will ever change that." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve nodded, too overcome with love and relief to say anything. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">They all continued relaxing and playing with the kids, as the sunny afternoon turned to early evening. Behind them, the setting sun turned the sky into shades of pink streaks, as they looked east, toward the ocean. Ghost stood, holding out his hand to Steve. "Let's go walk by the waves," he said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">As they left, hand in hand, Linda was beginning to gather up their belongings. "I'm about ready to head home. How 'bout you?" she asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Me, too. It's been so nice out here," Melody said. "Maybe next time we can have a campfire, and bring the tents." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda laughed. "You really like to camp out, don't you?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody laughed. "Yeah, and I never even knew it. Not until I met y'all."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Shaking her head, Linda said, "I've never done much myself. I'm not so sure I'm a fan of camping out. It was ok when we were on our trip home, and this today is nice, but I'm all sunburned, and sticky with sand...like everywhere, if you know what I mean. I need a shower."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"That does sound good," Melody said. "I need my jammies on, and a cold drink, and I want to watch TV awhile...you know, just chill out." They high-fived, and burst out laughing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda looked over at the kids. "Ok, you two, did you find all your toys? We'll be leaving soon." She could see that they were tired, and knew they'd probably fall asleep on the drive home. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody was scanning the beach. It was now twilight, and hard to make out anything in the ever darkening day. "Where did Steve and Ghost go? I don't see them."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda looked up and down the area. The sand was still light enough to see if there was anybody out there. The beach was quiet and empty...no sign of them. "Hmm, I don't know," She said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I'll go out a ways, then," Melody said. "I'll see if I can find them." She began walking toward the shoreline, looking in both directions. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda finished packing up, then tried to keep Stevie and Mandy occupied, while they waited. "Is Melody gonna get lost, too?" Stevie asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No, of course not," Linda said, but thought to herself, 'I hope not'. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-27500283139126009312016-03-11T21:04:00.000-06:002016-03-11T21:04:22.786-06:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 292<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 292</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">warning...adult content</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda was really confused, now. "There was a deer?" she asked Ghost. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Uh-huh...we almost hit it, driving back home from Raleigh. And, Steve was acting weird all day. I could sense something was going to happen, and it did," Ghost said. "I told him, but he don't listen to me, much." He watched the passing scenery, as it changed from woods, to more open spaces. "We're almost there. It's a nice beach we're going to." He was finished talking about the omen for now, but he could hear Linda going over it, in her head.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">He looked over at her. "You don't have to worry...it's not like a disaster omen, this time. It's just a revolution one."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"A revolution?" Linda asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, where something gets resolved, or revolved, or something like that," Ghost said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda repeated those words out loud. "Oh, you mean a resolution," she said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, that's it," Ghost said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ok, when is it going to be resolved, and what is it about?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost shrugged. "Whenever it happens, and we won't know until after, but we already had signs for it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Linda wasn't sure she understood, even now. "Well, that cleared that up...sort of." She smiled, and Ghost nodded, and smiled back. She saw Steve up ahead in the T-bird, make a turn off the highway. In a few more minutes, she caught her breath at the sight. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">There it was, the Atlantic Ocean. This brought back a memory from her childhood, she'd forgotten. She had been here before, with her whole family, back when everything was good.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">They found a parking area, not far from the beach, and they all got out. Stevie and Mandy were used to being at a sandy beach, having lived very near the Pacific Ocean all their lives, so they were tugging at Linda and Ghost to go play in the sand. They had their sand buckets and shovels all ready to go, and knew just what they wanted to do. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody was transfixed, staring out at the vast expanse of water. The sea breeze ruffled her hair, as she took in breaths of the salty air. "This sure is different from the Gulf," she said. "I thought that was huge, but this...wow...I can't believe I'm here."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
Ghost was enjoying watching his sister's reactions, while Steve stood beside Linda, elbowing her side. "Remember this?" he asked.<br />
<br />
"Yeah, it's all coming back to me," Linda said. <br />
<br />
"Let's go, let's go..." Stevie hollered, and Ghost followed them down to the sandy shore. Steve, Linda, and Melody unloaded the cooler, and grabbed a couple of blankets from the trunk of Steve's car. Melody took her purse, and Ghost's backpack, too, as they made their way closer to the water.<br />
<br />
The beach wasn't crowded, as only a few groups were scattered around, so they had lots of room to set up their spot. Linda and Steve spread out the blanket, and set the cooler on it. They watched the kids, who were already digging holes. Melody had taken her shoes off, and was walking along the wave line, picking up shells she found. <br />
<br />
"You going in?" Steve asked Linda. <br />
<br />
"Oh, I'll stick my feet in. I didn't wear a bathing suit this time."<br />
<br />
"Ok, how about I take the kids in the water? I'll hang onto them, if they want to wade," he said. <br />
<br />
"Sure, let's both go," Linda said. "Who wants to get their feet wet?" she asked the kids. <br />
<br />
"Me, me," Mandy and Stevie yelled.<br />
<br />
Steve laughed. "Well, come on, I'll race ya." He began running toward the water, with the kids running as fast as they could behind him. <br />
<br />
Ghost followed, walking more toward Melody, who'd gone farther down the way. When he caught up with her, she showed him the shells. "These are so pretty. I'm going to try and make something with them, when we get home," she said. <br />
<br />
Ghost kneeled, picking up another one, feeling the smooth surface. He closed his eyes, as he rubbed his fingers over and around the spiral shape. Melody could see his lips moving, saying some silent words to himself. She tried to sense what he was thinking, and feeling. <br />
<br />
The swishing sound of the waves were soothing, hypnotizing. With her own eyes closed<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">, she reached out for Ghost's hand, the shell trapped between their palms. She tried to make her mind a blank slate, for any impressions to appear. Soon, she heard Ghost's voice, from inside her own head; it was such a strange feeling. Realizing he was chanting...a soft prayer-like poem, of repeating words. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"You are beautiful, you have traveled from faraway places. We thank you for revealing your secrets of the sea to us." As the words repeated, she began to imagine another beach, different from the one she was standing on. A tiny shell began to form over a tiny creature, now growing larger, making a spiral. As it did so, the little creature was carried by the currents in the ocean, finally coming to the end of it's cycle. It washed ashore here, many, many miles from it's beginning...to be found by Ghost. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Melody knew in her heart that it was meant to be exactly this way. Her brother would be the only one to revere and praise the tiny creature's life journey. She felt her own salty tears fall down her cheeks. She wiped them away, as she looked into Ghost's eyes, and knew she'd experienced something profound. They smiled. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"That was beautiful," Melody said. Ghost nodded, still too emotional to speak. He felt the same kind of connection with his sister, as with the shell...it was meant to be...they both had to be found. The beautiful shell would join his blue bird feather, and his Jesus Rock, to be kept forever. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Peace, Love, & Writing</span>ghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-41312629382500060862016-03-09T18:23:00.000-06:002016-03-09T18:23:17.916-06:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 291<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 291</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">warning...adult content </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve slammed down the hood of his T-bird. "You want to cancel this whole going to the ocean thing? We can, ya know...right now." He gave Ghost a look.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost slowly walked to the car and got in. "No, I don't want to cancel it, but I need you to be careful driving, Steve. The omen..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve sighed. "Ok, I'll be careful," he said, putting the car into gear. He spun gravel though, as he sped off down the driveway and onto the dirt road toward the highway. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Steve!" Ghost yelled.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Put your seat belt on...we're gonna go fast." Steve said, then laughed, as he saw Ghost clenching the arm rest tight, preparing for a crash.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Whoo-whee," Steve hollered, getting the feel of the T-bird, again. "This here is driving. Sure beats that old U-Haul, any day."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The wind from the open windows, was blowing their hair back. By the time they got to the Yew, Ghost felt like he'd been holding his breath the whole way. When Steve pulled to a stop, in back of the club, he took a deep breath. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What a ride," Steve said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I'm riding with Linda, next," Ghost said. He got out of the car, his legs shaking. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What...you scared? You don't like my driving?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost shot him the finger, as he went inside the back door of the club. Steve kept laughing. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Down the hallway, they found Kinsey at his desk, going over invoices. "Hey, guys," he said, looking up as they came into his office. "What's up?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost had plopped down on the old couch. "We're going to see the ocean. Linda and Melody and the kids are going, too. You can come, Kinsey, only I'm not riding with Steve. He scares me."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"How's that?" Kinsey asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve shook his head. "Aw, he thinks I drive too fast, that's all."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kinsey raised an eyebrow at Steve. "I'm not going to say it, but I'm thinking it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve shrugged. "I know, and I'll be careful."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
"Where's Linda and Melody?" Ghost asked. <br />
<br />
"I guess upstairs," Kinsey said. "Go on up."<br />
<br />
Ghost brushed past Steve, as he went out of the office to go see Linda. He didn't say anything. <br />
<br />
"Guess he's upset with me," Steve said. He sat down on the couch, and stared at Kinsey, who'd gone back to his paperwork. "Did your phone quit working?"<br />
<br />
"Huh?" Kinsey asked, looking up. "My phone?"<br />
<br />
"Yeah, when we had the eclipse earlier. Ours quit, and we couldn't even get it to turn back on." He pulled out his phone to check again. "Hmm...it's working fine, now."<br />
<br />
"What on Earth are you going on about? What eclipse?"<br />
<br />
"You didn't see it? It was about...oh, a couple of hours ago, it got totally dark out, and lasted a few minutes," Steve said.<br />
<br />
Kinsey looked confused. "Steve, there wasn't an eclipse, at least not over here."<br />
<br />
"Well, that's weird, 'cause we sure had one. Ask Ghost, he'll tell ya." He looked toward the door, as they heard the kids clomping down the stairs, on the way to the office. The girls and Ghost were right behind them. <br />
<br />
"Kinsey, Kinsey, we're going to the beach," Stevie hollered, as he burst into the office. <br />
<br />
"Hey, kiddo, I heard. That'll be fun." Kinsey said. He smiled at the kid's excitement.<br />
<br />
"We'll be gone all afternoon, I think, so you'll have some peace and quiet around here," Linda said.<br />
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"I don't mind the noise. Y'all just have a good time," Kinsey said.<br />
<br />
"We will. Come on kids, let's get in the car." She ushered the kids out.<br />
<br />
"Later, Kinsey..." Steve said, as he left, too. <br />
<br />
Ghost and Melody were already on their way out to the parking lot. They had already discussed the riding arrangements. Ghost got in the van with Linda and the kids, while Melody stood by the T-bird.<br />
<br />
"Guess I'm with you, Steve. I never rode in a T-bird before," Melody said. <br />
<br />
"Well, get in. I hope Ghost didn't scare you off of my driving." <br />
<br />
She shrugged. "He just said you were crazy, and I should buckle up." She laughed. <br />
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"Yeah? Well, I'll be careful, don't worry." Steve turned to Linda. "You can follow me out there."<br />
<br />
"Will do, brother. Let's do this."<br />
<br />
It was only a thirty minute drive to the coast. Linda had packed a cooler with snacks for everyone. The kids had dug out some toys to play in the sand with, and were now talking about what they should do first. Linda concentrated on her driving, trying to keep up with Steve. She did notice that Ghost was quiet. <br />
<br />
"You ok over there? You haven't said two words since we left."<br />
<br />
"I'm ok," he said, but his sigh said otherwise. <br />
<br />
"Don't you like going to the beach?" Linda asked.<br />
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"Oh, I love the beach. We go a lot," he said, "but, not today. At first it sounded like fun, but after I heard what Kinsey said, I'm, well...I don't know...not scared, but worried? Kinda like that."<br />
<br />
"Worried about what?"<br />
<br />
"About today, when it was night."<br />
<br />
Linda was confused. "You mean last night?"<br />
<br />
Ghost shook his head. "No...it was after breakfast. It got dark like night, for a little while...the eclipse. Did you see it?"<br />
<br />
"I didn't notice that it got dark," Linda said. "We were busy inside, getting things ready, so maybe I forgot to look outside."<br />
<br />
"See...Kinsey said it didn't happen at all, but me and Steve saw it. Terry didn't 'cause he was asleep, but it <em>did </em>happen. I told Steve it might be part of his omen."<br />
<br />
"His what...omen?" Linda asked, frowning. What are you talking about?"<br />
<br />
"Steve's omen He got it on the way back from Raleigh. Melody didn't say anything to you?"<br />
<br />
"No, what's it about...this omen?"<br />
<br />
Ghost shrugged. "I don't know, but the deer and the eclipse were part of it."<br />
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~<br />
Next part coming soon!<br />
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Peace, Love, & Writingghostmmnchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16463509569970002409noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-525700094414832159.post-20592152484983721362016-03-06T20:52:00.000-06:002016-03-06T20:52:44.020-06:00TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE ... # 290<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"># 290</span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia;">warning...adult content</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">As Steve and Ghost came into the house again, Steve asked, "Hey, did Terry leave?" He looked around the living room.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost gave him a look. "Man, you must be weirded out. Terry's truck is right out there in the driveway. He didn't go home yet."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, oh yeah, well, where is he then? I swear, Ghost, you creep me out sometimes. No wonder I get rattled."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Shrugging, Ghost went down the hall to check the bedrooms. "Here he is, in your room," he yelled back to Steve. "He's asleep. You want me to wake him up?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No, just leave him there. I'm fixing us a sandwich, then we'll go pick up the girls," Steve said. "You want mayo or mustard?" he hollered. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Mustard," Ghost yelled back. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What the hell are y'all yelling about?" Terry asked, as he came into the kitchen. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Sandwiches...you want one?" Steve asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, sure...mayo." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Your hangover better?" Steve asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Terry frowned, "Hmmph, not much, but guess I'll live."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well, here, have some of this hot coffee and your lunch. Eating might help," Steve said, as he handed Terry his sandwich on a paper plate. He continued making the other sandwiches. "You want to go to the coast with us, today?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Why? I've seen it before," Terry said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well, we have too, but Linda, and Melody, and the kids haven't. They want to go."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Oh, well...naw, I'm going back home. Y'all have fun."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Ghost," Steve yelled. "Come and get it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Terry gritted his teeth. "Damn you're loud."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost came into the kitchen, holding the phone. "It still don't work," he said. "I was talking to Linda, when it quit."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"You sure it's charged up?" Steve asked. "Let me see it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost traded the phone for his lunch, while Steve fiddled with the phone. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, nothing but a blank screen. Who knows, maybe that sun thing messed it up."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What sun thing?" Terry asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"The sun did an eclipse just a few minutes ago," Ghost said, then choked on his food. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Dammit, Ghost, settle down...you ok?" Steve asked.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost nodded, his eyes watering. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Where's my phone...let me check it," Terry said. He found it in the living room. "Hey, it's not working, either."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"It was the sun thing," Ghost said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve shook his head and sighed. "You ready to go?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No, I'm eating, duh..." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well, hurry up. Let's get going before I get in a bad mood," Steve said. "I'm gonna check out the car. It hasn't even been turned on in weeks."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost looked at Terry, and snickered. Terry got the inference, and laughed. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Guess I better get my stuff and get out there," Ghost said. He took one more huge swallow of his coffee, dribbling some down his shirt, then headed to his bedroom for his backpack and camera.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Terry joined Steve out by the T-bird. "How's she lookin'?" he asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve had the hood up, and was bent over, looking at the engine. "Ok, I think. Let me start it, and I'll check the oil." Slipping inside the familiar seat, he turned the key, then revved the engine a couple of times, before getting out to wait for it to warm up. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost came running out. "Hey...oh, I thought you'd ran off and left me here."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Not yet," Steve said. "You got your shit?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Yeah, right here."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Well, guys, I'm outta here," Terry said, opening his truck's door. "See y'all when ya get back, I guess."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"We'll stop back in, later," Steve said.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Terry pulled out of the driveway, leaving a trail of exhaust smoke in his wake. Steve watched him, as he went down the dirt road toward the highway. "Needs an oil change on that clunker," he said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ghost was sitting on the porch steps, waiting. He was eager to go, but for some reason there was a nagging sound he kept hearing in his head...no words, just a light buzzing. He tried yawning, to clear his ears, then turning his head different ways. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"What the hell are you doing over there?" Steve asked. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Nothing...just trying to make it stop."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I'm not even gonna ask," Steve said, but sure enough, Ghost told him anyway.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"It's a warning buzzer," Ghost said. "You know...in here." He pointed to his head. "You want to know what it's about?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Steve pretended not to hear.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"Hey, you wanna know?" Ghost said, louder.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"No..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"It's about your omen, Steve. Maybe you should know about it."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">"I don't want to know," Steve said. "If something's gonna happen, then bring it on. I'll deal with it then. Now, get in the car, and let's go."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">~</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Next part coming soon!</span><br />
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