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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

#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

#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

The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)

#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Cistern #Weaver: Religion or Spiritual beliefs #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

As 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]

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #FanFiction

The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)

#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Cistern #Weaver: Religion or Spiritual beliefs #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

As 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]

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #FanFiction

The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 2)

#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Cistern #Weaver: Religion or Spiritual beliefs #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

As 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]

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #FanFiction