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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 138 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 #Pinch #TimeTravelingAuthors choice
I awoke later with Weena pinching me. “No Gooo! Henny Nooo Gooo!” Her tone left no doubt I wasn’t allowed to fade away and vanish. It was actually quite touching, especially when combined with the tears wetting her cheeks. If only I weren’t so tired and achy.
When I examined myself, I saw I was pale, but no longer translucent. That was reassuring; I’d had a real fright.
“Stop,” I said, combining my words with a pinching motion, which I stopped with my other hand. “Henny stay. No leave.” I patted the ground next to me.
“Weena yappy!” She reached up and touched my cheek, running two fingers down my neck and across my throat. She showed me her fingers and asked, “It goood?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding. Then I wondered if it was, given what had happened the night before. Her touch had been very sensual.
I stood tentatively, checking if I was stable. I was still lightheaded, but my headache was fading. In the future, I would be more sparing with conjuring. There was no way to know what could happen if I pushed too far, or if any of the effects were permanent.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 138 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 #Pinch #TimeTravelingAuthors choice
I awoke later with Weena pinching me. “No Gooo! Henny Nooo Gooo!” Her tone left no doubt I wasn’t allowed to fade away and vanish. It was actually quite touching, especially when combined with the tears wetting her cheeks. If only I weren’t so tired and achy.
When I examined myself, I saw I was pale, but no longer translucent. That was reassuring; I’d had a real fright.
“Stop,” I said, combining my words with a pinching motion, which I stopped with my other hand. “Henny stay. No leave.” I patted the ground next to me.
“Weena yappy!” She reached up and touched my cheek, running two fingers down my neck and across my throat. She showed me her fingers and asked, “It goood?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding. Then I wondered if it was, given what had happened the night before. Her touch had been very sensual.
I stood tentatively, checking if I was stable. I was still lightheaded, but my headache was fading. In the future, I would be more sparing with conjuring. There was no way to know what could happen if I pushed too far, or if any of the effects were permanent.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 138 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 #Pinch #TimeTravelingAuthors choice
I awoke later with Weena pinching me. “No Gooo! Henny Nooo Gooo!” Her tone left no doubt I wasn’t allowed to fade away and vanish. It was actually quite touching, especially when combined with the tears wetting her cheeks. If only I weren’t so tired and achy.
When I examined myself, I saw I was pale, but no longer translucent. That was reassuring; I’d had a real fright.
“Stop,” I said, combining my words with a pinching motion, which I stopped with my other hand. “Henny stay. No leave.” I patted the ground next to me.
“Weena yappy!” She reached up and touched my cheek, running two fingers down my neck and across my throat. She showed me her fingers and asked, “It goood?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding. Then I wondered if it was, given what had happened the night before. Her touch had been very sensual.
I stood tentatively, checking if I was stable. I was still lightheaded, but my headache was fading. In the future, I would be more sparing with conjuring. There was no way to know what could happen if I pushed too far, or if any of the effects were permanent.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 138 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 #Pinch #TimeTravelingAuthors choice
I awoke later with Weena pinching me. “No Gooo! Henny Nooo Gooo!” Her tone left no doubt I wasn’t allowed to fade away and vanish. It was actually quite touching, especially when combined with the tears wetting her cheeks. If only I weren’t so tired and achy.
When I examined myself, I saw I was pale, but no longer translucent. That was reassuring; I’d had a real fright.
“Stop,” I said, combining my words with a pinching motion, which I stopped with my other hand. “Henny stay. No leave.” I patted the ground next to me.
“Weena yappy!” She reached up and touched my cheek, running two fingers down my neck and across my throat. She showed me her fingers and asked, “It goood?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding. Then I wondered if it was, given what had happened the night before. Her touch had been very sensual.
I stood tentatively, checking if I was stable. I was still lightheaded, but my headache was fading. In the future, I would be more sparing with conjuring. There was no way to know what could happen if I pushed too far, or if any of the effects were permanent.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Cistern #Weaver: Religion or Spiritual beliefs #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverAs Weena ran, the air grew warmer and the haze thicker, burning her lungs. Nearby, she could hear the Mourlok panting. It wouldn’t be long before the Things From Below caught her.
She tried to gasp a prayer to the fire, the Golden Goddess’s wild child, but choked on the smoke and ash.
Behind her, a branch on the ground popped, and she dodged sideways. A Deep Dweller’s hand failed to grasp her, shoving her instead. Now off balance, she tumbled to her knees. Ahead, she saw the leaves on the bushes wither in the heat, while on her heels was the sound of her pursuers’ heavy breathing.
For a moment, Weena gave herself up to the Godless Time, flopping onto the ground. Again, the Mourlok’s hands missed, tearing her robes and leaving a gash along her back.
“Hurberth would never give up,” she thought. He was a son of the Oak Lord. Neither would she.
She crawled toward the bushes that had begun to blaze. If she only got through them, the Deep Dwellers would leave her be.
Her robe tore further; she didn’t know if it was from the Mourluk’s hands or a snag. The skin on her face blistered and her hair shriveled. Still, it was better to sleep with the Wild Child than to feed the beasts behind her. A scream forced its way out of her choking throat as a flaming branch raked her cheek.
She had made it past the bushes, though, and was now lying in a small clearing surrounded by flames. A waist-high stone wall stood a meter away. Staggering to her feet, she saw the barrier was part of a #cistern, with stagnant water inside.
Her last thought before the pool and the darkness settled over her was, “Goddess, care for my Silver One.”
[FINIS]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Cistern #Weaver: Religion or Spiritual beliefs #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverAs Weena ran, the air grew warmer and the haze thicker, burning her lungs. Nearby, she could hear the Mourlok panting. It wouldn’t be long before the Things From Below caught her.
She tried to gasp a prayer to the fire, the Golden Goddess’s wild child, but choked on the smoke and ash.
Behind her, a branch on the ground popped, and she dodged sideways. A Deep Dweller’s hand failed to grasp her, shoving her instead. Now off balance, she tumbled to her knees. Ahead, she saw the leaves on the bushes wither in the heat, while on her heels was the sound of her pursuers’ heavy breathing.
For a moment, Weena gave herself up to the Godless Time, flopping onto the ground. Again, the Mourlok’s hands missed, tearing her robes and leaving a gash along her back.
“Hurberth would never give up,” she thought. He was a son of the Oak Lord. Neither would she.
She crawled toward the bushes that had begun to blaze. If she only got through them, the Deep Dwellers would leave her be.
Her robe tore further; she didn’t know if it was from the Mourluk’s hands or a snag. The skin on her face blistered and her hair shriveled. Still, it was better to sleep with the Wild Child than to feed the beasts behind her. A scream forced its way out of her choking throat as a flaming branch raked her cheek.
She had made it past the bushes, though, and was now lying in a small clearing surrounded by flames. A waist-high stone wall stood a meter away. Staggering to her feet, she saw the barrier was part of a #cistern, with stagnant water inside.
Her last thought before the pool and the darkness settled over her was, “Goddess, care for my Silver One.”
[FINIS]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Cistern #Weaver: Religion or Spiritual beliefs #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverAs Weena ran, the air grew warmer and the haze thicker, burning her lungs. Nearby, she could hear the Mourlok panting. It wouldn’t be long before the Things From Below caught her.
She tried to gasp a prayer to the fire, the Golden Goddess’s wild child, but choked on the smoke and ash.
Behind her, a branch on the ground popped, and she dodged sideways. A Deep Dweller’s hand failed to grasp her, shoving her instead. Now off balance, she tumbled to her knees. Ahead, she saw the leaves on the bushes wither in the heat, while on her heels was the sound of her pursuers’ heavy breathing.
For a moment, Weena gave herself up to the Godless Time, flopping onto the ground. Again, the Mourlok’s hands missed, tearing her robes and leaving a gash along her back.
“Hurberth would never give up,” she thought. He was a son of the Oak Lord. Neither would she.
She crawled toward the bushes that had begun to blaze. If she only got through them, the Deep Dwellers would leave her be.
Her robe tore further; she didn’t know if it was from the Mourluk’s hands or a snag. The skin on her face blistered and her hair shriveled. Still, it was better to sleep with the Wild Child than to feed the beasts behind her. A scream forced its way out of her choking throat as a flaming branch raked her cheek.
She had made it past the bushes, though, and was now lying in a small clearing surrounded by flames. A waist-high stone wall stood a meter away. Staggering to her feet, she saw the barrier was part of a #cistern, with stagnant water inside.
Her last thought before the pool and the darkness settled over her was, “Goddess, care for my Silver One.”
[FINIS]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Cistern #Weaver: Religion or Spiritual beliefs #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverAs Weena ran, the air grew warmer and the haze thicker, burning her lungs. Nearby, she could hear the Mourlok panting. It wouldn’t be long before the Things From Below caught her.
She tried to gasp a prayer to the fire, the Golden Goddess’s wild child, but choked on the smoke and ash.
Behind her, a branch on the ground popped, and she dodged sideways. A Deep Dweller’s hand failed to grasp her, shoving her instead. Now off balance, she tumbled to her knees. Ahead, she saw the leaves on the bushes wither in the heat, while on her heels was the sound of her pursuers’ heavy breathing.
For a moment, Weena gave herself up to the Godless Time, flopping onto the ground. Again, the Mourlok’s hands missed, tearing her robes and leaving a gash along her back.
“Hurberth would never give up,” she thought. He was a son of the Oak Lord. Neither would she.
She crawled toward the bushes that had begun to blaze. If she only got through them, the Deep Dwellers would leave her be.
Her robe tore further; she didn’t know if it was from the Mourluk’s hands or a snag. The skin on her face blistered and her hair shriveled. Still, it was better to sleep with the Wild Child than to feed the beasts behind her. A scream forced its way out of her choking throat as a flaming branch raked her cheek.
She had made it past the bushes, though, and was now lying in a small clearing surrounded by flames. A waist-high stone wall stood a meter away. Staggering to her feet, she saw the barrier was part of a #cistern, with stagnant water inside.
Her last thought before the pool and the darkness settled over her was, “Goddess, care for my Silver One.”
[FINIS]
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La #Filosofia della #GuerradeiMondi #scifi da #Marte di #HGWells https://youtu.be/7_kPZR9vsTc?si=pIUoRnFJtK3kPhR4 via @YouTube
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe woods were thick and dark, while a sullen amber color rose over them in the distance. The fire was close, filling the air with the crackle of flames and smoke that stung Weena’s lungs. Behind her, she heard the Mourlok giving #chase, heedless of the noise they made.
She had to escape. Hurberth had refused to arouse, and unless she led the People form Below away, both she and her lover would die.
She had one advantage: she crashed heedlessly through the brush, while they took the time to avoid it. But the Dark Lord had still stacked the odds against her. The Deep Dwellers saw in the gloom with their large, frog-like eyes.
The sound of snapping branches and crunching leaves approached ever closer, inducing panic, fueling her flight.
Normally, the kin would give up. What use was fighting when the Dark Lord called? But Hurberth lay sleeping back in their camp, exhausted from their passage through the forest.
Her breath was already coming in gasps when a gully with a wide trail appeared on her right. She turned toward it.
“No,” she thought. “The Dark Lord beckons from that direction. When I am cornered there, and I am no more, he and his kin will engulf my lover.”
She quailed at what she had to do but didn’t hesitate. “The fire,” she said, racing for the blaze.
[Continued Monday the 28th]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe woods were thick and dark, while a sullen amber color rose over them in the distance. The fire was close, filling the air with the crackle of flames and smoke that stung Weena’s lungs. Behind her, she heard the Mourlok giving #chase, heedless of the noise they made.
She had to escape. Hurberth had refused to arouse, and unless she led the People form Below away, both she and her lover would die.
She had one advantage: she crashed heedlessly through the brush, while they took the time to avoid it. But the Dark Lord had still stacked the odds against her. The Deep Dwellers saw in the gloom with their large, frog-like eyes.
The sound of snapping branches and crunching leaves approached ever closer, inducing panic, fueling her flight.
Normally, the kin would give up. What use was fighting when the Dark Lord called? But Hurberth lay sleeping back in their camp, exhausted from their passage through the forest.
Her breath was already coming in gasps when a gully with a wide trail appeared on her right. She turned toward it.
“No,” she thought. “The Dark Lord beckons from that direction. When I am cornered there, and I am no more, he and his kin will engulf my lover.”
She quailed at what she had to do but didn’t hesitate. “The fire,” she said, racing for the blaze.
[Continued Monday the 28th]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe woods were thick and dark, while a sullen amber color rose over them in the distance. The fire was close, filling the air with the crackle of flames and smoke that stung Weena’s lungs. Behind her, she heard the Mourlok giving #chase, heedless of the noise they made.
She had to escape. Hurberth had refused to arouse, and unless she led the People form Below away, both she and her lover would die.
She had one advantage: she crashed heedlessly through the brush, while they took the time to avoid it. But the Dark Lord had still stacked the odds against her. The Deep Dwellers saw in the gloom with their large, frog-like eyes.
The sound of snapping branches and crunching leaves approached ever closer, inducing panic, fueling her flight.
Normally, the kin would give up. What use was fighting when the Dark Lord called? But Hurberth lay sleeping back in their camp, exhausted from their passage through the forest.
Her breath was already coming in gasps when a gully with a wide trail appeared on her right. She turned toward it.
“No,” she thought. “The Dark Lord beckons from that direction. When I am cornered there, and I am no more, he and his kin will engulf my lover.”
She quailed at what she had to do but didn’t hesitate. “The fire,” she said, racing for the blaze.
[Continued Monday the 28th]
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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverThe woods were thick and dark, while a sullen amber color rose over them in the distance. The fire was close, filling the air with the crackle of flames and smoke that stung Weena’s lungs. Behind her, she heard the Mourlok giving #chase, heedless of the noise they made.
She had to escape. Hurberth had refused to arouse, and unless she led the People form Below away, both she and her lover would die.
She had one advantage: she crashed heedlessly through the brush, while they took the time to avoid it. But the Dark Lord had still stacked the odds against her. The Deep Dwellers saw in the gloom with their large, frog-like eyes.
The sound of snapping branches and crunching leaves approached ever closer, inducing panic, fueling her flight.
Normally, the kin would give up. What use was fighting when the Dark Lord called? But Hurberth lay sleeping back in their camp, exhausted from their passage through the forest.
Her breath was already coming in gasps when a gully with a wide trail appeared on her right. She turned toward it.
“No,” she thought. “The Dark Lord beckons from that direction. When I am cornered there, and I am no more, he and his kin will engulf my lover.”
She quailed at what she had to do but didn’t hesitate. “The fire,” she said, racing for the blaze.
[Continued Monday the 28th]
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 137 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 moon #WordWeavers Drinking/Drugs #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever
I felt like I had been drinking rotgut.
I vomited.
Weena gasped and looked back up; her eyes wide as a full #moon. “Don’t go Hennee. No goo,” and then she lapsed into the syllabic language of her people.
My hand came up, translucent enough that I could see the blood pulsing beneath the skin. The hand that reached to pat her head never arrived.
I collapsed.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 137 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 moon #WordWeavers Drinking/Drugs #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever
I felt like I had been drinking rotgut.
I vomited.
Weena gasped and looked back up; her eyes wide as a full #moon. “Don’t go Hennee. No goo,” and then she lapsed into the syllabic language of her people.
My hand came up, translucent enough that I could see the blood pulsing beneath the skin. The hand that reached to pat her head never arrived.
I collapsed.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 137 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 moon #WordWeavers Drinking/Drugs #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever
I felt like I had been drinking rotgut.
I vomited.
Weena gasped and looked back up; her eyes wide as a full #moon. “Don’t go Hennee. No goo,” and then she lapsed into the syllabic language of her people.
My hand came up, translucent enough that I could see the blood pulsing beneath the skin. The hand that reached to pat her head never arrived.
I collapsed.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 137 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 moon #WordWeavers Drinking/Drugs #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever
I felt like I had been drinking rotgut.
I vomited.
Weena gasped and looked back up; her eyes wide as a full #moon. “Don’t go Hennee. No goo,” and then she lapsed into the syllabic language of her people.
My hand came up, translucent enough that I could see the blood pulsing beneath the skin. The hand that reached to pat her head never arrived.
I collapsed.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 136 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Defect #TimeTravelAuthors 9/23. rebel/stand
Words wouldn't be effective in communicating with Weena. Not that her intelligence was #defective. She might have had the attention span of a sparrow, but I had seen her figure things out. She had already added a couple of English words to her vocabulary and modified her eating habits to reflect my manners.
I raked the leaves away from under a soft-shelled walnut tree to expose the ground and drew stick figures in the dirt.
Weena looked at my drawing with interest and then followed my pointing hand to where we’d slept. I didn’t worry when she cocked her head in confusion. I hadn’t expected her to understand yet.
Next, I conjured a brick, like those used in the Great Hall. I pointed at the figures, put the brick down, and summoned another, building a wall. This continued until I had summoned the fifth brick: summon, build, point.
I felt unsteady and braced myself against a tree. “Lightheaded,” I told it. “My stomach is #rebelling.”
Weena looked alarmed and poked me. My gaze followed her fingers.
“Holy Toledo!”
I was turning translucent!
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 136 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Defect #TimeTravelAuthors 9/23. rebel/stand
Words wouldn't be effective in communicating with Weena. Not that her intelligence was #defective. She might have had the attention span of a sparrow, but I had seen her figure things out. She had already added a couple of English words to her vocabulary and modified her eating habits to reflect my manners.
I raked the leaves away from under a soft-shelled walnut tree to expose the ground and drew stick figures in the dirt.
Weena looked at my drawing with interest and then followed my pointing hand to where we’d slept. I didn’t worry when she cocked her head in confusion. I hadn’t expected her to understand yet.
Next, I conjured a brick, like those used in the Great Hall. I pointed at the figures, put the brick down, and summoned another, building a wall. This continued until I had summoned the fifth brick: summon, build, point.
I felt unsteady and braced myself against a tree. “Lightheaded,” I told it. “My stomach is #rebelling.”
Weena looked alarmed and poked me. My gaze followed her fingers.
“Holy Toledo!”
I was turning translucent!
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 136 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Defect #TimeTravelAuthors 9/23. rebel/stand
Words wouldn't be effective in communicating with Weena. Not that her intelligence was #defective. She might have had the attention span of a sparrow, but I had seen her figure things out. She had already added a couple of English words to her vocabulary and modified her eating habits to reflect my manners.
I raked the leaves away from under a soft-shelled walnut tree to expose the ground and drew stick figures in the dirt.
Weena looked at my drawing with interest and then followed my pointing hand to where we’d slept. I didn’t worry when she cocked her head in confusion. I hadn’t expected her to understand yet.
Next, I conjured a brick, like those used in the Great Hall. I pointed at the figures, put the brick down, and summoned another, building a wall. This continued until I had summoned the fifth brick: summon, build, point.
I felt unsteady and braced myself against a tree. “Lightheaded,” I told it. “My stomach is #rebelling.”
Weena looked alarmed and poked me. My gaze followed her fingers.
“Holy Toledo!”
I was turning translucent!
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 136 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Defect #TimeTravelAuthors 9/23. rebel/stand
Words wouldn't be effective in communicating with Weena. Not that her intelligence was #defective. She might have had the attention span of a sparrow, but I had seen her figure things out. She had already added a couple of English words to her vocabulary and modified her eating habits to reflect my manners.
I raked the leaves away from under a soft-shelled walnut tree to expose the ground and drew stick figures in the dirt.
Weena looked at my drawing with interest and then followed my pointing hand to where we’d slept. I didn’t worry when she cocked her head in confusion. I hadn’t expected her to understand yet.
Next, I conjured a brick, like those used in the Great Hall. I pointed at the figures, put the brick down, and summoned another, building a wall. This continued until I had summoned the fifth brick: summon, build, point.
I felt unsteady and braced myself against a tree. “Lightheaded,” I told it. “My stomach is #rebelling.”
Weena looked alarmed and poked me. My gaze followed her fingers.
“Holy Toledo!”
I was turning translucent!
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells
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Fantastik im Feuilleton
Neue Adaption der ZEITMASCHINE als queerer Comic:
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Fantastik im Feuilleton
Neue Adaption der ZEITMASCHINE als queerer Comic:
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Fantastik im Feuilleton
Neue Adaption der ZEITMASCHINE als queerer Comic:
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Fantastik im Feuilleton
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RE: https://mastodon.social/@publicdomainrev/117308869668488570
Happy birthday, H.G. Wells (b. 9/21/1866)!
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RE: https://mastodon.social/@publicdomainrev/117308869668488570
Happy birthday, H.G. Wells (b. 9/21/1866)!
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RE: https://mastodon.social/@publicdomainrev/117308869668488570
Happy birthday, H.G. Wells (b. 9/21/1866)!
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Born this day: 09/21/1866 (d. 08/13/1946) (160th anniversary of birth)
Herbert George Wells was an English writer. He is considered by many to be the "father of science fiction". The Time Machine, The Invisible Man, and The Island of Doctor Moreau are some of his best known works.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H._G._Wells
#Literature #SciFi #ScienceFiction #books #bookstodon #coverart #bookart #bookcovers
#HGWells @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction -
Born this day: 09/21/1866 (d. 08/13/1946) (160th anniversary of birth)
Herbert George Wells was an English writer. He is considered by many to be the "father of science fiction". The Time Machine, The Invisible Man, and The Island of Doctor Moreau are some of his best known works.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H._G._Wells
#Literature #SciFi #ScienceFiction #books #bookstodon #coverart #bookart #bookcovers
#HGWells @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction -
Born this day: 09/21/1866 (d. 08/13/1946) (160th anniversary of birth)
Herbert George Wells was an English writer. He is considered by many to be the "father of science fiction". The Time Machine, The Invisible Man, and The Island of Doctor Moreau are some of his best known works.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H._G._Wells
#Literature #SciFi #ScienceFiction #books #bookstodon #coverart #bookart #bookcovers
#HGWells @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction -
#sciencefiction #HGWells Autor Herbert George Wells wurde am heutigen Tag, dem 21. September, im Jahr 1866 geboren.
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#sciencefiction #HGWells Autor Herbert George Wells wurde am heutigen Tag, dem 21. September, im Jahr 1866 geboren.
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#sciencefiction #HGWells Autor Herbert George Wells wurde am heutigen Tag, dem 21. September, im Jahr 1866 geboren.
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#sciencefiction #HGWells Autor Herbert George Wells wurde am heutigen Tag, dem 21. September, im Jahr 1866 geboren.
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160 years ago today, #HGWells, English sci-fi #author ( #WaroftheWorlds, Kipps), born in Bromley, Kent (d. 1946).
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Watched Spielberg's War of the Worlds yesterday and that film is still terrifying
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Watched Spielberg's War of the Worlds yesterday and that film is still terrifying
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Watched Spielberg's War of the Worlds yesterday and that film is still terrifying
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Watched Spielberg's War of the Worlds yesterday and that film is still terrifying
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Arte a dégainé son programme pour la saison 2026-2027. Et il y a beaucoup d'imaginaire.
On vous a fait la liste des séries, des documentaires et des cycles de films qu'ils vont proposer.
#sciencefiction #Arte #horreur #fantastique #Gremlins #Terminator #HGWells
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Arte a dégainé son programme pour la saison 2026-2027. Et il y a beaucoup d'imaginaire.
On vous a fait la liste des séries, des documentaires et des cycles de films qu'ils vont proposer.
#sciencefiction #Arte #horreur #fantastique #Gremlins #Terminator #HGWells
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Arte a dégainé son programme pour la saison 2026-2027. Et il y a beaucoup d'imaginaire.
On vous a fait la liste des séries, des documentaires et des cycles de films qu'ils vont proposer.
#sciencefiction #Arte #horreur #fantastique #Gremlins #Terminator #HGWells
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Weena: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Shell #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever[Note: this is a side story, with the original Hurburth not our protag.]
Weena froze in the baneful glare of the Mourloks. This is how it always ended! At night, the filthy creatures would enter the “kinlair” and by morning, individuals pushed to the edges of the society would have disappeared. With the Golden God in the sky, no one noticed or cared. Darkness was in the future.
“No!” she almost shouted. Hurburth had never huddled shivering, a hollow #shell, during the Godless Time, and neither would she!
She shook her partner, but he only moaned. He was so tired from the struggle yesterday that she couldn’t wake him, no matter how hard she tried.
The rancid stench of the Deep Spawn grew stronger. She could see the creature’s pale faces; their thin, pallid hands were already reaching out.
With a swift motion, she threw a branch into the fire, where the leaves burst into flames. But that would only hold them off for a moment, she thought. She wouldn’t let Hurberth die. He’d saved her from the flood when no one else would.
She jumped up, waving her arms to call attention to herself. Then she fled into the woods, the Mourlok on her heels.
[FINIS]
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Weena: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Shell #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever[Note: this is a side story, with the original Hurburth not our protag.]
Weena froze in the baneful glare of the Mourloks. This is how it always ended! At night, the filthy creatures would enter the “kinlair” and by morning, individuals pushed to the edges of the society would have disappeared. With the Golden God in the sky, no one noticed or cared. Darkness was in the future.
“No!” she almost shouted. Hurburth had never huddled shivering, a hollow #shell, during the Godless Time, and neither would she!
She shook her partner, but he only moaned. He was so tired from the struggle yesterday that she couldn’t wake him, no matter how hard she tried.
The rancid stench of the Deep Spawn grew stronger. She could see the creature’s pale faces; their thin, pallid hands were already reaching out.
With a swift motion, she threw a branch into the fire, where the leaves burst into flames. But that would only hold them off for a moment, she thought. She wouldn’t let Hurberth die. He’d saved her from the flood when no one else would.
She jumped up, waving her arms to call attention to herself. Then she fled into the woods, the Mourlok on her heels.
[FINIS]
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Weena: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Shell #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever[Note: this is a side story, with the original Hurburth not our protag.]
Weena froze in the baneful glare of the Mourloks. This is how it always ended! At night, the filthy creatures would enter the “kinlair” and by morning, individuals pushed to the edges of the society would have disappeared. With the Golden God in the sky, no one noticed or cared. Darkness was in the future.
“No!” she almost shouted. Hurburth had never huddled shivering, a hollow #shell, during the Godless Time, and neither would she!
She shook her partner, but he only moaned. He was so tired from the struggle yesterday that she couldn’t wake him, no matter how hard she tried.
The rancid stench of the Deep Spawn grew stronger. She could see the creature’s pale faces; their thin, pallid hands were already reaching out.
With a swift motion, she threw a branch into the fire, where the leaves burst into flames. But that would only hold them off for a moment, she thought. She wouldn’t let Hurberth die. He’d saved her from the flood when no one else would.
She jumped up, waving her arms to call attention to herself. Then she fled into the woods, the Mourlok on her heels.
[FINIS]
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Weena: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)
#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Shell #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever[Note: this is a side story, with the original Hurburth not our protag.]
Weena froze in the baneful glare of the Mourloks. This is how it always ended! At night, the filthy creatures would enter the “kinlair” and by morning, individuals pushed to the edges of the society would have disappeared. With the Golden God in the sky, no one noticed or cared. Darkness was in the future.
“No!” she almost shouted. Hurburth had never huddled shivering, a hollow #shell, during the Godless Time, and neither would she!
She shook her partner, but he only moaned. He was so tired from the struggle yesterday that she couldn’t wake him, no matter how hard she tried.
The rancid stench of the Deep Spawn grew stronger. She could see the creature’s pale faces; their thin, pallid hands were already reaching out.
With a swift motion, she threw a branch into the fire, where the leaves burst into flames. But that would only hold them off for a moment, she thought. She wouldn’t let Hurberth die. He’d saved her from the flood when no one else would.
She jumped up, waving her arms to call attention to herself. Then she fled into the woods, the Mourlok on her heels.
[FINIS]
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H. G. Wells gilt als Pionier der Science-Fiction-Literatur. Auch politisch nahm er Einfluss: Als Pazifist versuchte er, Roosevelt und Stalin an einen Tisch zu bringen, zudem gehörte er zu den Vordenkern des Völkerbunds. #sfcd #hgwells #sciencefiction
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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]
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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]
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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]
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Weena: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)
FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
**#Wss366 Acrid #TimeTravelAuthors WhateverWeena 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]
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Erste Sichtung der ZEITMASCHINE in der Thalia Buchhandlung in Berlin-Tegel!
#diezeitmaschine #hgwells #klassiker #comic #graphicnovel #adaption
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TIME AFTER TIME (1979) Malcolm McDowell, David Warner, and Mary Steenburgen.
"When Jack the Ripper steals his time machine, H.G. Wells pursues him across time, racing to stop his reign of terror before history is rewritten."
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TIME AFTER TIME (1979) Malcolm McDowell, David Warner, and Mary Steenburgen.
"When Jack the Ripper steals his time machine, H.G. Wells pursues him across time, racing to stop his reign of terror before history is rewritten."
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TIME AFTER TIME (1979) Malcolm McDowell, David Warner, and Mary Steenburgen.
"When Jack the Ripper steals his time machine, H.G. Wells pursues him across time, racing to stop his reign of terror before history is rewritten."
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TIME AFTER TIME (1979) Malcolm McDowell, David Warner, and Mary Steenburgen.
"When Jack the Ripper steals his time machine, H.G. Wells pursues him across time, racing to stop his reign of terror before history is rewritten."
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Nouvelle #LectureDuMoment avec les Vaisseaux du temps de #StephenBaxter
Une suite imaginée à la fameuse Machine à voyager dans le temps de #HGWells où l'Inventeur retourne aussitôt dans le futur, mais il ne trouve plus la même chose. Un début intriguant !
#Lecture #sciencefiction #bookstodon #livrestodon -
Nouvelle #LectureDuMoment avec les Vaisseaux du temps de #StephenBaxter
Une suite imaginée à la fameuse Machine à voyager dans le temps de #HGWells où l'Inventeur retourne aussitôt dans le futur, mais il ne trouve plus la même chose. Un début intriguant !
#Lecture #sciencefiction #bookstodon #livrestodon -
Nouvelle #LectureDuMoment avec les Vaisseaux du temps de #StephenBaxter
Une suite imaginée à la fameuse Machine à voyager dans le temps de #HGWells où l'Inventeur retourne aussitôt dans le futur, mais il ne trouve plus la même chose. Un début intriguant !
#Lecture #sciencefiction #bookstodon #livrestodon