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Steven D. Brewer 🏳️‍⚧️ @[email protected] · 2026-09-07 · 01:10 UTC

"Yeah. Yeah. I see what he's trying to do. Let's go this way."
They skirted south of a wetland and worked their way along the eastern shore.
After twenty minutes, Totemo could detect the #acrid smell of the wildfire. Smoke rose above the western shore. Crossing the wetland, they could see an old rail grade.
"Down!" Totemo hissed. In a tree on the eastern shore, she spotted their quarry. He had an Ublyudok and was watching the rail grade. They crept cautiously up behind him. (2/2) #wss366

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Philip Brewer @[email protected] · 2026-09-07 · 00:37 UTC

"So, the FBI is providing this guy an alibi for three murders?" I asked, the taste of the question #acrid in my mouth.

Special agent Ng sat up straight. “We've had him under surveillance 24-hours a day for over a year, and we haven't seen him kill anybody."

"Really under surveillance? How many agents?"

"I've got six men working on this."

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NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi @[email protected] · 2026-09-06 · 12:50 UTC

Weena: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)

FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Acrid #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever**

[Note: this is a side story, with the original Hurburth not our protag.]

Weena woke with a start. The uneasy dreams that had haunted her since setting out for the Jade Pavilion had disturbed her slumber. In them, she heard the Mourloks snuffling, and when she looked for Hurburth, he was nowhere to be found.

Waking wasn’t much better. She knew the Things From Below were just out of sight in the forest trees that crowded round. They’d been hunting them ever since nightfall. But Hurburth was here. He’d driven them off every time the Deep Spawn attacked.

She wrapped herself around him. He made her feel safe, and she could tell he cared when he touched her. None of her kin had ever been like that. Once they met their needs, they lost interest. But not Hurburth. He was different.

The blaze he’d made was dwindling, and the night chill was setting in. She wasn’t used to fire. The kin didn’t have it. Instead, they huddled together to sleep, a cozy “society” waiting for the Golden God to arrive again. But there were no kin around to keep her warm.

She hugged her mate tightly. He was enough.

Her attention returned to the fire when an ember popped. Mourloks feared fire. It was too bad her kin didn’t use it. But who would tend the blaze all night the way Hurburth did? He was strange. Once he locked onto something, he kept with it. He would stay interested in the same thing for hours, maybe even longer.

She sniffed, detecting an #acrid scent. It was the odor of death: the smell of the Deep Spawn.

She sat up. The fire was almost out, and beyond it she saw glittering eyes.

Death had come!

[Continued Tomorrow]

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #FanFiction