Limerick – treat
For Esther’s challenge:
Laughing Along With A Limerick
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There once was a band with a beat
To hear them was always a treat
Your feet would be tapping
Your hands would be clapping
Soon you’d collapse in a seat from the heat
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The Numbers Game
For Judy’s challenge:
The Numbers Game #118. Come Play Along!!
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Random photos from # 240
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Red heart shaped Anthurium flower with yellow spadix spike in the center, and surrounded by dark green leaves
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My painted skull stress relief ball and a black coin purse with a flower covered skull on it.
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Bouquet of dark orange daisies with yellow centers
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At our historic Ranching Heritage Center = a wooden door and roof on an old pioneer house
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Two toy fuzzy chicks (green & yellow), some purple paint, brushes and a small painted tile (random designs). The one chick says in a speech bubble (I’m an artist)
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Two book covers of books I read. I think I remember them being good. They are … The Red Hat Club, and The Red Hat Club Rides Again by Haywood Smith
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A very large spider web up under the eaves of the house. Kind of blurry, but I’m thinking the white spot on the left middle is a spider.
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Three toy yellow fuzzy chickens sitting on a small toy plastic purple couch
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Share Your World
For Di’s challenge:
Share Your World 30th March 2026
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1. Can you speak a second language? … No, I just know a few words in a few other languages. I did take two years of French, but there are no French speakers here that I know of, so never hear it spoken. I know a few words of Spanish, German, and Japanese.
2. Can you remember any popular novelty gadget from the past that is not so widely available today? … Any of those ‘seen on TV’ commercial products would qualify for this. Mostly kitchen equipment of some sort. There were lots of ‘Ronco’ products too. There was a kitchen food chopper/slicer deal called the Veg o matic. It was plastic with metal inserts, and you could change them. You push down on the food and it goes through the blades to make the shape like slice, dice, chop, or whatever. I had one and it worked good.
Here’s a link to the article about it with photos! here
3. Can you juggle? … No. I think I tried a couple of times, and couldn’t get it.
4. What is your favourite snack food? … Too many! I like snacking better than having real meals. Peanut butter and graham crackers is a favorite, also apples. I like cheetos way too much, and Ritz crackers too. I’d eat sweets, but not supposed to any more. (I’m snacking on crunchy cheetos right now!)
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CFFC – View From Public Transportation
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Dan is now hosting Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge! Find information at the below link. Thanks so much for continuing this fun challenge each week, Dan.
For this week’s prompt we are to find photos of things viewed from public transportation.
View from Public Transportation — CFFC
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I may find some photos, hope so, but public transportation is something I don’t usually do. Here where I live we don’t really have much of this. Taxi, bus, who knows? We never see one anywhere in the city. We don’t have trains or subways either. I’ve been on all these, but in other places though. Maybe years ago I took a picture? … (airplanes will be later in the series)
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Here are a couple … at the airport, but photos aren’t taken from an airplane. Would an escalator be considered public transportation?
Escalator at DFW airport
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This is a view of the outside of the airport, as we were riding the skytrain around the perimeter to get to our next boarding gate. Mostly it just shows the track we just passed over, but there is an airplane way down below on the left.
Sky Train rails at DFW airport
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At the Kansas City Zoo one time, we took the little train that went all around. It would stop at different places for a few minutes so we could look at the animals and take pictures. The first one is of a beautiful giraffe by a tall tree, with lots of greenery and other trees in the background. He looks like he is watching us, too. 🙂
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One stop was to stop and see the elephants. Here are two, and they are looking at us, too. Next was some white birds. Large and white with long pointy orange beaks. This one was standing on a log, drinking from a water bowl. There was a smaller young one doing the same thing. I think they were storks or cranes?
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That’s all I could think of that I had photos of which might be okay for the prompt.
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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 276
Warning … adult content
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Ghost frowned, as he looked around the motel room. “No, it didn’t come back in, but I was afraid it might. And it did come back, only in my nightmare.”
Steve nodded. “I knew you weren’t awake, but man, you were all crazed. You were attacking me, Ghost, and I had to make you stop. You growled, and bit me so hard.”
“Oh God…I did this to you? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Steve,” Ghost said.
“I know you didn’t, but it hurt so bad, I tried to make you stop. I’m sorry, too, that I hit you. I didn’t know what else to do. You were coming at me like a rabid dog…all growling. I was thinking you were possessed or something.”
“I think I was,” Ghost said. “It felt like it even if it was in my nightmare.” He touched his swollen eye and lip, and sighed. “You hit me?”
“I didn’t want to…”
“You had to, Steve. It’s okay…you had to. I didn’t know I was biting you. I’m so sorry.” He wrapped his arms around Steve’s shoulders, but Steve shook him off.
“I hate myself,” Steve said. “I said…no, I promised I’d never hurt you again.” He jumped up from the bed to pace around the room. “Guess that makes me a fucking liar, don’t it?” he stared hard into Ghost’s eyes. “I don’t think I can do this any more. I can’t ever do what’s right.”
Still pacing, he ran his fingers into his hair, yanking hard. “I try…I tried. It just don’t work for me.”
Ghost was getting dizzy watching Steve go back and forth. “Stop…stop, Steve.” He got up, but swayed, and had to sit back down.
“Where’s the gun, Ghost?” Steve asked. “I’m scum, just like Kinsey always said. I don’t deserve you, or your love. I don’t even need to be here any more, hurting you over and over.” He strode to the door, yanked it open, and headed for the U-Haul.
“Steve! Steve, come back here.” Ghost stumbled to the door, holding onto the furniture, as he went, the room spinning wildly in his dizziness. Just as he reached the doorway, Steve charged back in, running into him, knocking him flat on the floor. He looked down at Ghost.
“See? See what happens? It never ends.” Reaching out with one hand, he helped Ghost up. The other hand was holding his gun.
“Put it down!” Ghost yelled. He tried to grab for the gun, but missed. As Steve twisted out of Ghost’s grip, they were both startled, as the gun went off, blasting a hole in the ceiling.
Ghost screamed, sure that Steve had shot himself. Steve dropped the gun, and rushed over to Ghost, thinking he’d shot him. They were both relieved to find out no one had been shot.
“Don’t ever kill yourself…promise me,” Ghost cried, hugging Steve.
“I can’t. I can’t keep my promises,” Steve said, as tears ran down his face. “But, I won’t kill myself, ever again, Ghost.”
Ghost nodded, as he hugged Steve tight.
Linda and Melody ran into the room just then, and they all could hear sirens approaching. “Oh my God, are y’all okay? What happened?” Linda asked. Melody was hanging back, eyes wide with shock. Before Steve could explain, two policemen, and the motel manager walked in.
“Anyone need an ambulance here?”
Steve shook his head. “No, it was an accident.”
One cop retrieved the gun from the floor, putting it in an evidence bag. He was making a call to headquarters, to check on the gun ownership. The other policeman was questioning everyone about the incident. Then they conferred.
“This gun is not registered to either one of y’all. You don’t have a license for it either. We’ll have to bring y’all in. It’s the law.”
Steve was trying to explain about the gun, but they read him his rights, and handcuffed him. Ghost said nothing, as they handcuffed him, also. As they were put into the squad car, Steve told Linda to follow them to the station. The manager was still going on about who was going to pay for the damages.
“It will be taken care of,” Linda said, as she and Melody gathered up Steve and Ghost’s belongings, and went back to their room. Linda got the kids up, and into the van, as quick as possible.
“Linda, what the hell was that all about?” Melody asked.
“I don’t know, but we’re about to find out,” Linda said.
“Did they have a fight? They were both hurt and bleeding.”
“I don’t know,” Linda shouted. She wiped at her eyes, trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall. Her hands were shaking. “Oh, Melody, I just don’t know what to do.”
After a few seconds, Melody said, “It’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out.”
“I know, I’m just so tired, and we’re so close to home. This was all we needed right now, ya know.” Linda said. They were down off the mountain, now, and Linda pulled into the small parking lot at the police station.
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Next part coming soon!
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Thanks for visiting! Peace 
© 2019 BS
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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.
All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.
No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.
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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.
One Word Sunday – Pointed
For Debbie’s challenge:
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Today’s photo is of spiky and pointy ice formations.
I used to make tea for drinking iced tea later in the day, and put it in an old Mr. Coffee glass pot. I put it in the refrigerator. Then, I notice sometimes that ice has formed on the top of the liquid. It looked pretty interesting, so I took some photos, then zoomed it in closer.
I think the ice makes some really pretty designs, which looks pointy and spiky. 
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white ice formation on top of brown liquid – looks like an upside down Christmas tree
Ice formations on top of brown liquid – icy spikes look kind of like spiders or bugs
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Then, I have this photo of some icicles hanging off the roof. This is an old photo from the house I used to live in when I was a kid. Icicles are pretty pointy, too!
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© 2026 BS
Hungry Like The Wolf – Song Lyric Sunday – Urgent Urges
For SLS today we have songs that feature urges and the need for gratification. Thanks, Jim!
To join in this fun weekly challenge, and to see other entries, just click the above link.
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I chose, “Hungry Like the Wolf”, by Duran Duran. The last time I posted this song was for another SLS challenge for ‘animals’ – March 10, 2019.
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March 29, 2026 – Song related to Sigmund Freud’s id exhibiting instinctual drives that seek immediate pleasure or gratification without regard for reality
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I always liked this song, even if I didn’t know what it was about. It just had a good sound and lyrics. But now I mostly remember it from a true crime that this song features in with the case of murder. Ann Rule, in her book, “Small Sacrifices”, wrote about Diane Downs, and how she shot her children, killing one, all for wanting a man. This was a favorite song of hers and it was playing on the car radio as she shot her kids. One of the survivors remembers this. In the link below it goes into this more fully.
Here’s the Wikipedia article on how they came to make this song:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hungry_Like_the_Wolf
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“Hungry Like the Wolf”, by Duran Duran
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Here is the song with a video of all kinds of real wolves in nature scenes.
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“Hungry Like the Wolf”, by Duran Duran, was released in 1982 from their album, “Rio”. It is credited to the whole group as songwriters, and is on the EMI – Harvest label.
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© 2026 BS
SOCS – portrait
For Linda’s challenge:
The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 28, 2026
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Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “portrait.” Use it way you’d like. Have fun!
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Portrait … I’m thinking this means a formal photo you’ve had made of yourself? I think I’ve had mine done a couple of times. Once when I was a baby, once when I was older. That one was odd because of the paper it was printed out on, sort of rough, and then colorized in. It is kind of sepia and touches of other color. Then there are the school photos. Would they be portraits if they were done for the school yearbook?
I did look up the Wiki definition of a portrait … A portrait is a painting, photograph, sculpture, or other artistic representation of a person, in which the face is always predominant.
We did have our family portrait done once when our girls were little. I didn’t much like them though. I don’t like my picture at any time or any way, so that’s just me and how I am. I don’t go around taking pictures of strangers that I see, either. Once in awhile, but not often. I have lots of family photos just from a camera or on my phone. Not really portraits though. Some are of the pets we’ve had, too.
That’s all I have to say about that. Hope you’re having a wonderful weekend!
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© 2026 BS
Two Souls: Into the Fire # 275
Warning … adult content
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Steve came out of the steam filled bathroom, after his shower. “There’s still hot water, if you want to get in there,” he said.
“Okay, I will,” Ghost said, getting off the bed. “Oh, here,” he tossed the remote control to Steve. “It don’t work very good.” He went on into the bathroom, closing the door, as Steve flipped through the channels.
“Nope, nothing on,” he said, and turned off the TV. He sighed, and closed his eyes. The bed was soft, and the quilts were fresh and fluffy. When Ghost returned, he saw that Steve was asleep. Turning out the light, he snuggled close to Steve, under the covers. He’d been wanting more, but he just lightly kissed Steve’s lips, and whispered, “In the morning.”
He yawned, and made himself think of home. Pictures filled his mind. He always liked thinking of home, but this time it felt different. He sensed that he needed to do this, to block other thoughts from intruding. Bad thoughts, scary thoughts, were on the edge of his consciousness. Sometime in the night, the nightmare began. Ghost flailed about, hitting Steve.
“What? Hey, stop…stop…” Steve hollered, as he came awake. Ghost was talking, and moaning. “Ghost…wake up.” Steve took hold of Ghost’s arms, but in the throes of his nightmare, Steve wasn’t able to subdue him.
Ghost sat straight up and screamed. His eyes were open, but he wasn’t seeing Steve at all. As Steve watched, as if in slow motion, Ghost turned to him and actually growled. He lunged forward, biting him hard on the shoulder. Steve screamed in pain, as he felt blood trickle down his arm. In a purely reflexive action, he hit Ghost hard across the face, to make him stop biting.
“God damn it, that hurt…get away, Ghost…what the hell is wrong with you?” Steve shouted, scrambling backwards off the bed. Ghost lunged again, his teeth bared and bloody, still in his nightmare.
Steve was frozen to the spot for a second, but managed to sidestep Ghost, as he came at him again. Running to the bathroom, he filled a cup with cold water, then threw it in Ghost’s face, hoping to wake him up. It worked. Ghost was drenched, but he shook his head, looking confused.
“Why I’m wet?” he asked, from the floor where he’d fallen. He licked his lips, and rubbed his hand over his mouth, the taste of his and Steve’s blood, and the smear of it on his hand, confused him even more. As he looked up, Steve could see that he desperately needed to get Ghost home, as soon as possible. He needed more meds, and the sessions with the therapist, just as the doctor in the hospital had urged.
Even in his pain, Steve’s heart melted with love and worry. “Ghost, you were having a nightmare. I had to wake you up, so I threw water on you. You are awake now, aren’t you?”
Ghost nodded. “I’m awake.” He coughed, and spit out blood.
Steve closed his eyes for a second. How…how am I going to explain Ghost’s busted lip, the blood, the black eye… He could see Ghost’s eye already swelling, and it looked bad. His own shoulder was throbbing and bleeding, still. A crazy, wayward thought crossed his mind, I hope he’s had his shots… He tried to muffle a burst of nervous laughter at that thought. It’s the stress, that’s all…shut up…
Ghost could barely see out his swollen eye, now. “Steve? What…why?” Steve reached out a hand to help Ghost up off the floor. They sat on the edge of the bed. Ghost, just noticing Steve’s injury, cried out, “You’re hurt, you’re bleeding…let me get a wet cloth.” His legs shook, as he shuffled to the bathroom.
Running water on the wash cloth, he looked up into the mirror, He had to steady himself on the edge of the sink, as he saw his own face. After a few deep breaths, he returned, to gently wipe blood off Steve’s shoulder. “Steve, tell me…I have to know.” He tried to look into Steve’s eyes, but Steve was hanging his head down, covering his face with his hands, shaking his head. Ghost waited.
“Oh, Ghost, I don’t even know how to say it.” Ghost was smoothing back Steve’s hair, still waiting for an explanation, and he kept dabbing the cool cloth onto himself, then onto Steve.
“You were having a real bad nightmare. Do you remember it, any of it?”
Ghost shook his head. “No, but right before I went to sleep, it felt…I don’t know, weird, or bad in here.”
“But we threw the holy water. You said something ran out. What? Did it come back in?” Steve asked.
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Next part coming soon!
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Thanks for visiting! Peace
© 2019 BS
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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.
All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.
No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.
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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.
Fibbing Friday
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For Di’s challenge:
Fibbing Friday 27th March 2026
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Di says:
I’m recycling my questions from July 2021 this week. What do you make of these?
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1. What is a skiff? … This is a short cigarette – any kind
2. What is a liner? … You put pretty paper on the shelves of your cabinet or drawers
3. What is a ferry? … A young ferret
4. What is a destroyer? … Cats claws ripping up the furniture
5. What is a cruiser? … A person who runs marathons at a steady pace
6. What is a galleon? … This is a winning hand in Poker
7. What is a pedlow? … This is the stairs leading down into the basement
8. What is a kayak? … It is a word that is the same spelled backwards or forwards. Oh wait that’s not a fib, that’s the truth.
9. What is a schooner? … This is when a kid skips going to school, he’s taking a schooner.
10. What is a coracle? … I heard that this is a structure made from ocean coral.
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Here are my answers from July 2021.
1. What is a skiff? … A skiff is part of a musical number, repeated off and on through out the song. 
2. What is a liner? … A liner can be two things – a make up eye liner, or a magic marking pen.
3. What is a ferry? … A ferry is a little imaginary creature that flies around granting wishes. 
4. What is a destroyer? … Oh no! This is the evil murder hornet!
5. What is a cruiser? … A cruiser is a type/shape of a certain disposable diaper or nappie.
6. What is a galleon? … A galleon is a jug of milk. 
7. What is a pedlow? … A pedlow is a toddler’s little push car he rides around in.
8. What is a kayak? … A kayak is a goat that lives high up in the mountains on the cliffs. 
9. What is a schooner? … A schooner is an elongated glass dish used to make banana splits in.
10. What is a coracle? … A coracle is the name given for a children’s choir.
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