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The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)

#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The 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]

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #FanFiction

The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)

#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The 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]

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #FanFiction

The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)

#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The 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]

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #FanFiction

The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)

#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The 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]

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #FanFiction

The Dark Lord Beckons: A #TimeTravelingGhost Side Story (Part 1)

#FanFic #HGWells #TheTimeMachine
#Wss366 Chase #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The 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]

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #FanFiction

#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

#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

#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

#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