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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 13: Post 143, 1,802,701 CE, Eemaoold, Thames Valley

#Wss366 #Cowl #TimeTravelAuthors Alone / #Haunt

[Note: Yes, this has been posted before, but out of sequence. If it was or is confusing, read the previous post on the thread, which is what should have been posted before.]

“Emily!” — I fell to my knees as my hands flew to my face.

Memories flooded me: her smile through a curtain of ivy; us playing cards, a pink pyramid in the background; her sipping a red cocktail, a uniformed Nazi rabbit behind her; and her standing next to a cowled person.

In her hand, a blue gem slowly crumbled.

“Whaat see?” Weena asked, peering up at me.

Shaken by the morning's events — first the vision of a catastrophic end to an ancient city, then the divine appearance of this woman — I trembled speechless. Finally, I said, “Ah… Emily… It’s Emily… A woman I used to know.” Then, looking back at Emily, I asked, “Were you my girlfriend? My wife?”

Her brow knitted. “What? Your wife? Are you okay?”

“I don’t remember anything past yesterday. Your memory haunts me, though.”

Weena tugged on my clothes. “Henny? Whaat Henny see?”

I pointed to where Emily stood. “Weena no see?”

She shook her head. “No, see,” she said, taking my hand.

“Who is this woman, Bijou?” There was an edge to Emily’s voice, though I had no idea why she might be upset.

“This is Weena. She has been helping me. I would have been #alone here without her.”

“Emeelee Soone…?” She waved her hands, looking for a word.

“No, not Soone. Emily,” I answered. I wasn’t sure what Weena was asking, but it sounded like she thought Emily was a goddess. Was she divine? That might explain why my companion couldn’t see her.

“Gooo Eemaoold,” Weena said, tugging on my hand.

When I didn’t rise, she tugged harder and pointed toward the growing light in the sky. “Goo. Saair bad. Henny goo.”

“We’re headed to Eemaoold,” I explained to Emily. “You can tell me what’s going on as we walk.”

Weena pulled again, practically dragging me to the barrier at the door. Emily raised her eyebrows and followed, grabbing my other hand.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells

Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)

Chapter 27 My Summer Vacation: Boston, 2000
Side story for Bijou the Time-Traveling Ghost

Take a peek into the young Bjiou’s view of events.

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 13: Post 142, 1,802,701 CE, Eemaoold, Thames Valley

#Wss366 Stride #TimeTravelingAuthors Trick / Treat

[Note: I originally posted an EP out of order. This is the correct one and should hopefully make things clearer.]

Soonee’s statue grew brighter, illuminating the chamber where we’d slept. Meanwhile, the sky above turned pink and lavender as dawn broke. Weena grasped my hand. Her usually gentle grip threatened to bruise my fingers. The pain drove home the point that this was not a mad trick of a delusional mind.

“Soonee, Soonee coome,” she said awed.

A single beam of sunshine pierced a chink in the wall and lit the stone figure turned flesh. The light reflected off a blazing topaz diadem. In one hand, she held a magnificent, moon-etched sapphire. My gasp was swallowed by the rustle of the sphinxes stretching their wings like preening birds.

Then, the beam was gone. The goddess dimmed, blurring as the air trembled, wavering. Fragments of color scattered, falling in a riotous rainbow. When the scene cleared, a gray, time-worn statue receded to its original position, while another strode forward toward us.

Weena had bowed down to the floor, pressing her head against the stone flagging. “Soone, wheer!”

I almost fainted when the figure said, “Bijou!”

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells

Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)

Chapter 26 EP 8: 12 May 1999, British Museum, London

What will they find in the British Museum's basement?

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Every Friday, I meet a member of the British Fantasy Society and peer deep into their soul (or, at least, a form they filled out). Currently visiting the UK from the Pacific Northwest to attend Fantasycon, here's Susan J Morris, author of what she calls "historical fantasy supernatural gothic mystery" tales featuring familiar beasties.

https://britishfantasysociety.org/meet-susan-j-morris/

#gothic #historicalfantasy #writers #writing #books #fantasy #horror #creativity #creativetoots #fantasycon

GMBC ep25 - Adventures in Daevabad: A Dive into the City of Brass #cityofbrass #daevabad #sachakraborty #arabiannights #Genie #efreet #middleeasternfantasy #epicfantasybooks #historicalfantasy #CourtPolitics #EnemiesToLovers #ttrpgpodcast https://www.k-squareproductions.com/gmbc

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 13: Post 141 1,802,701 CE, Eemaoold, Thames Valley

#Wss366 benighted #TimeTravelingAuthors embarrass

The roar of flames receded, and the ground stopped quaking, replaced by the gentle touch of a hand stroking my head and the sound of a lullaby. I buried my face deeper into her clothes, which smelled of flowers: daisies.

“Henny okay,” she crooned. “Be goood. All goood. Weena nuusuuk Henny.”

I lay there trembling. I was #benighted by ignorance, and what was seeping through that curtain of amnesia terrified me. Had I really seen a meteor destroy an ancient city and the Hindenburg’s crash, or was I totally losing it? I wanted to believe it was a flashback, but how could I have witnessed either event, let alone both?

I opened my eyes and looked up. Weena was smiling down at me. “Henny ookay?” she asked.

I smiled back weakly. My cheeks flamed. I was #embarrassed; I’d fallen apart at seeing a shooting star, and now someone I considered weak, even doglike, was comforting me.

I sat up. “Henny okay,” I said.

“Soonee coome,” she said, pointing to the statue.

Was I coming unhinged? The woman’s effigy was glowing with yellow dawn colors.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells

~ ~ ~
Jen Stevenson gets serious! And playful, and. . .

Book View Café is delighted to present I MORPH, a collection by Jennifer Stevenson.

*Eight stories about death, resurrection, and the messes in between.*

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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)

Chapter 25 EP 8: 12 May 1999, Chelsea, London

A time paradox: Bijou meets young self.

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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 25 EP 8: 12 May 1999, Chelsea, London

A time paradox: Bijou meets young self.

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 140 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK Part 2

#Wss366 Crack #TimeTravelingAuthors Does anyone see any important and/or historic events?

That night we stopped on a minor ridge, taking shelter in a ruin that reminded me of an English country church. There weren’t any graves, but inside was the effigy of a woman wearing a crown of flames. Someone had vandalized her face, as well as the wings of the sphinx statues flanking her.

Weena bowed to the lady, whispered something, and pressed her hands together in an obvious gesture of prayer. When she was done, she introduced the figure to me as “Soonee” and pointed at the sun, which was low in the sky. I repeated the name and made my obeisance to her as well.

We used the last of the daylight to gather firewood and to erect a barrier at the building’s door. Weena demonstrated she knew how to tend the fire, so hopefully we could take turns keeping the fire blazing. That should provide safety throughout the night.

Once we had settled, I felt wide awake, so I let my partner go to sleep first. I never did get tired, so I maintained watch without waking my companion. To pass the time, I listened to the fire’s pleasant crackle and watched the heavens, imagining constellations in the unfamiliar patterns.

Weena joined me before dawn, and we contemplated the sky together. She took my hand and chattered. At times, she pointed at the stars, and I’d nodded, not understanding anything she said, but enjoying her voice.

“Staafooa,” she eventually said, pointing to the west. When I looked, I saw a meteor shower. Dozens of lights streaked across the heavens. It should have been beautiful, but it filled me with terror.

Then the sky #cracked.

I screamed.

In the rent, a meteor appeared, racing toward a fantastic copper-colored city full of strange beasts. I was on a tall tower beside Emily. It was the Great Extinction Event.

The city burst into flames, and the tower crumbled while burning fragments of the Hindenburg fell around me. “No! Not again!” I shrieked, burying my face in Weena’s lap.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 140 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK Part 1

#Wss366 Crack #TimeTravelingAuthors Does anyone see any important and/or historic events?

I was feeling pretty good. The hangover from my recent brush with vanishing had faded, and the news that a “Woozaar” existed who might aid me had me giddy. Part of my mind knew that I was overreacting to Weena’s response, but I couldn’t help it.

Judging by the position of the sun, it was late morning. I hadn’t been unconscious for long. So there was plenty of time left in the day. I glanced at the Great Hall. The fairies had emerged and were wandering around the garden or playing games in the shade of the trees, some of which I would be embarrassed to describe.

The Fae: as vapid as they were harmless. “Ugh,” I thought. Life amid them would have been intolerably boring. Another day among them was more than I could face.

“Henny go,” I said, gesturing in the direction my companion had pointed.

I expected her to be upset after our recent communication. I had promised to stay. But I still wasn’t too surprised when she responded, “Weena goo.” Of course, it wasn’t the place she was attached to, but to our being together.

There wasn’t much to do before we left. Weena provided us with cloth to bundle fruit in, and we set off walking within the hour. The trip began with climbing a ridge. From the top of it, we looked out over rolling hills, down into a wide river valley that Weena called the “Laalapo.” Beyond the Laalapo, I saw spires rising on the far bank. She pointed to them, saying, “Eemaoold, Woozaar dare.” I interpreted this as “Eemaoold, Woozaar lived there.”

“Henny, Weena go Eemaoold? Good?” I asked.

She nodded, and we began descending on what looked like a two- or three-day journey. On the way, we detoured around frequent forests and groves, as well as wells that alarmed my companion. Drawing on my knowledge of “The Time Machine,” I recognized these as entrances to the Morlocks’ underground realm. The trip wasn’t difficult thanks to the paths made by the fairies who lived throughout the countryside in small groups.

Whenever we approached the little people, they swarmed us, touching me. When we refused to stay, they soon lost interest.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells

#WritersCoffeeClub: 'How isolated are the characters in your current WIP?'

Isolated from society? They're basically in the middle of nowhere, some on government orders. They could reach a town and interstate trade spots within a day or few.

How isolated from each other? The main characters are sleeping in the same temporary camp ground and spend most of the story at each other's side.

Narratively, they're mostly covered in the same third-person POV that dips into thoughts.

#HistoricalFantasy

ICYMI: The Remarried Empress ~ A Royal Divorce That Could Change an Empire (Trailer Review) https://popgeeks.com/the-remarried-empress-a-royal-divorce-that-could-change-an-empire-trailer-review/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=mastodon #Kdrama #TheRemarriedEmpress #FantasyRomance #HistoricalFantasy #PoliticalDrama

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 139 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 #Rank #TimeTravelAuthors ghost/spirit

In fact, it might be best if I didn’t try summoning things at all. I didn’t want to become a #ghost or fade out of existence.

“Noo goo,” Weena repeated, sitting me down on the brick wall I’d built. She scampered off and soon returned with a brick in one hand, which she added to the wall. In her other hand, she held something that reminded me of a yellow coconut someone had opened. She offered me a drink from it.

It was flavored like coconut too, only maybe a little sweeter and slightly alcoholic. It was like a pina colada shandy, and it #ranked as one of the best things I’d ever tasted.

The drink’s mildness might have been deceptive, though. When I was done, I felt glowy, warm, and much better.

Weena pointed to the wall and waited.

I gave her a thumbs-up. She hesitated and then returned the gesture. I made the sign again and said, “Good,” which she repeated with more confidence, echoing my words.

It didn’t take me long to find a brick in the leaves under the rhodies. This time, I pointed to the figures I had drawn, put the brick on the wall while motioning toward the Great Hall. Lastly, I shrugged and tapped the figures again. We’d both been using full-hand shrugs to indicate questioning.

Her forehead furrowed, then she touched my drawing and pointed toward the northeast. “Woozaar,” she said.

“Woozar,” I repeated, gesturing in the same direction. I clasped my hands together and made a motion as if I were sleeping.

She gave me a thumbs-up.

“Pay dirt,” I thought.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn #TheTimeMachine #HGWells

From the Leanpub Blog: Leanpub Book LAUNCH 🚀 No Direction by MaxGuernseyIII

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#books #leanpublishing #selfpublishing #HistoricalFantasy #SerialFiction #MedievalFantasy #SeveredWorld #FantasyNovel

The Remarried Empress ~ A Royal Divorce That Could Change an Empire (Trailer Review) https://popgeeks.com/the-remarried-empress-a-royal-divorce-that-could-change-an-empire-trailer-review/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=mastodon #KDrama #TheRemarriedEmpress #FantasyRomance #HistoricalFantasy #PoliticalDrama

NEW! Leanpub Book LAUNCH 🚀 No Direction by MaxGuernseyIII

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The First Law Is Survival (We Have a Few More) by Magnus Baikie

A sharp, ornate sword—a fantastical world of war, strategy, and beating impossible odds
The post The First Law Is Survival (We Have a Few More) by Magnus Baikie appeared first on Independent Book Review.
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ICYMI: Princess Ja Myung ~ Love or the Crown? The Cost of Saving or Destroying a Kingdom https://popgeeks.com/princess-ja-myung-love-or-the-crown-the-cost-of-saving-or-destroying-a-kingdom/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=mastodon #PrincessJaMyung #KoreanDrama #HistoricalFantasy #CostumeDrama #KDrama

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 138 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 #Pinch #TimeTravelAuthors 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

Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)

Chapter 24 EP 8: 12 May 1999, Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, London

Bijou is rushed to the hospital with third-degree burns.

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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

#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

Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)

Chapter 23 EP 7: Cretaceous–Paleogene Extinction Event, Yucatán

Lovecraft came to mind.

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 135 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rum #TimeTravelAuthors 9/19. Change

I didn’t go to sleep again. There didn’t seem to be any need. Instead, I thought about what I should do.

After Weena had a good cry, she crawled over to me and laid her head in my lap. I stroked her hair and spoke softly to her. I was sorry that my rejection had hurt her, but I was glad that it hadn’t damaged our relationship. She was my only ally here.

By the time light came through the windows, I had a plan. I needed to learn if there were other races in this world besides the Fairies and the Morlock. But where to look? Wells’s time-traveler hadn’t seen any, so they might be hard to find. Asking the Fae for help would be pointless, but with luck, Weena would know. The trick would be communicating with her, but I thought I’d figured that out.

Below, the fairies stirred and began eating noisily. They were a #rum lot.

When I descended with my partner, who seemed as gay as yesterday, the diners paid us no attention. There were no thanks for driving off the Morlocks, but I wasn’t expecting any. You might as well expect a butterfly to #change into an ant as the wee folk to reflect on the past or worry about the future.

After a breakfast of a slightly starchy melon with a pleasant, mild citrus flavor, along with a mix of nuts, round pears, and berries, I led Weena out into the “garden” to a secluded alcove under some nut trees. The screening rhodies would ensure the fairies didn’t disturb us.

I sat my companion down on a log.

Time to do my magic!

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

GMBC ep08 - Confederates, Orishas, and Airships: A Dive into the Black God's Drums by P. Djeli Clark #pdjeliclark #theblackgodsdrums #steampunk #airship #airshippirates #HaitianRevolution #alternatehistory #alternateuniverse #althistory #midnightrobber #afrofuturism #BlackSpeculativeFiction #orishas #historicalfantasy #novella #tordotcom #ttrpgpodcast https://www.k-squareproductions.com/gmbc

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 134, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Rely #TimeTravelAuthors 9/17. Character's regret

After the Morlock attack, the fairies below me seethed aimlessly, weeping and wailing. But as with all their emotions, their agitation was transient, and they soon settled down to sleep as if nothing had happened. Not one of them checked if the individuals the Morlocks had almost abducted needed anything. This was not a society where you could #rely on your neighbors. I was quickly souring on this utopia.

Weena grew silent, too, and then wrapped her arms around me. “Weena, luv, Henny.”

The torchlight reflected off her face, making her eyes glitter. Her lip trembled. I didn’t know whether it was fear, release of tension, or some tender emotion. She reminded me less of a woman and more of a child or a dog. I doubted what she felt was really love, rather than something akin to a canine’s affection for its master.

I responded by stroking her head. Her hair was silky. Blue patterns of static electricity played across it as I ran my hand over it. “It’s okay,” I said. “Morlock gone.”

She released her grip on me, and with one hand took my arm, tugging on it. “Coom. Weena luv, Henny.” With her other hand, she attempted to open my robes.

I shook her off and said, “No.” I wished I could have said, “Cuddling only,” but I didn’t think she would understand that.

“Henny no luv Weena?”

“No luv. Henny like Weena.” I reached out to stroke her hair again, but she moved away and huddled in a corner. I could hear her crying, her sobs mingling with the name Hurburth.

I wondered if Hurburth had loved Weena the way she wanted to be. And if so, where did he go? However, I wasn’t him, and I didn’t love Weena like that. I regretted hurting her, but not turning down her offer. There was an ache, though. Her offer had brought up a deep sense of regret. I didn’t know what it was for, but I knew I had lost something dear to me.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)

Chapter 22 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—Pyramid of Providence

Emily & Bijou enter the Pink Pyramid of Providence!

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 133, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 exodus #TimeTravelAuthors 9/11. Has your MC ever been in a fight?

The trip up to the mezzanine was tricky. In many places, the steps trembled under my weight, and in other spots they were missing. My heart was in my mouth when I had to jump over the gaps. Weena struggled even more, so I carried her over the holes. Each time, she buried her face in my chest, her eyes tightly shut.

At each stage, the fairies below laughed and clapped. A few of them tried following us, but turned back at the first obstacle.

In the end, we failed to reach the top. We stopped on a landing instead. Dust blanketed the floor, undisturbed for years. It wasn’t a pleasant place to camp, but at least it was safe.

Slumber evaded me when we lay down. It was almost as if I didn’t need it. I stared into the dark thinking for a long time, with Weena curled up around me. Finally, her warmth and the soft lullaby of her breathing, joined by the rustle of fairies below, lulled me to sleep.

I awoke to a rending scream. Next to me, Weena was trembling. “Mourloks,” she whimpered.

When I peered out into the room, it was too dark to see anything. “I wish I had a lantern,” I thought.

“Eye-yeeee!” I shrieked as a flaming branch appeared in my hand.

This was the second instance that something I wished for appeared. The last time it had happened behind my back. Since I hadn’t witnessed the clothes appear at the sphinx, I’d written it off as a mystery. This time there was no mistake; I had conjured a light from thin air. What was going on?

Feral howls brought me back to the present, and I looked over the railing. Below, I could make out pallid, mushroom-gray creatures holding unresisting fairies. Pandemonium broke out. The wee folk screamed in terror while the Morlocks howled in pain and averted their eyes from the light.

This was possibly the first time I’d ever fought, but I wouldn’t let monsters carry off any of the fae, no matter how pathetic they seemed. I hurled the burning brand among the loathsome creatures and wished for another torch, which I also threw. By the time I summoned the third flaming branch, the Morlocks had fled in a mad #exodus.

#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 132, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 Cain #TimeTravelAuthors 9/10. Whatever

“Coom,” my strange little companion said, pulling me toward the tables. We sat down cross-legged. If Emily had been there, I would have called it “criss-cross applesauce” to mess with her.

There it was again! That name! Who was Emily? She must be important.

The brilliant indigo eyes of a woman surfaced in my mind. She was sipping soup with her face hidden behind ivy on the…

Then it was gone again.

“Hurburth?” Weena said, poking me in the ribs.

I smiled at her and looked around. We were sitting near the edge of the room. Their clothes were either drabber or brighter than those at the further tables. Some wore wrinkled or stained items. Still others displayed faces painted with berry dye or colored mud. One had a bandaged hand, and a strawberry birthmark marred another’s cheek. From the way the fairies avoided him, you’d have thought he bore the mark of #Cain. And then there was Weena, with her fire-scarred face.

“Misfits and outcasts,” I said.

Emily… I mean, Weena.

She piled fruit in front of me, and I ate it absentmindedly as I studied my environment.

The little people’s manners were atrocious. When they finished something, they tossed the remains on the floor. They grabbed at the food and threw it at each other.

My companion carefully watched me eat and imitated me. Unlike the others, who laughed and talked like unattended kindergartners, she chewed silently and only spoke when her mouth was empty.

Eventually, she stopped, her brows knit, and touched one of my breasts. “Not Hurburth?”

“No, not Hurburth.” I pointed to myself. “Henrietta.”

“Henreetaa?”

“Henny.”

“Henny,” she repeated, getting it correct.

I nodded.

“Henny, luke Weena?”

“Luke?” I thought. “Luke? Oh, ‘like!’”

“Like,” I said, pointing first at myself and then at her. “Henny, like Weena.” I spread my hands wide.

When we finished eating, it was growing dark inside the building.

“Come,” I said and led her to the stairs leading to the platform.

They were in poor shape, with broken treads and gaps. I wondered if it would be safer to face the Morlocks than to climb.

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Weena led me into the building through an arch decorated with elaborate carvings of dancing nymphs and satyrs. Like everything else, time had left them battered. The building’s inside was the same: a huge vaulted chamber hung with brown tapestries so faded that any patterns had long since vanished. The floor was constructed of slabs of a metal resembling aluminum. While free of tarnish, countless feet had worn deep channels along the fairy folk’s paths. Raised tables of polished granite ran the length of the room. At only half a meter tall, they were an ideal height for wee people to kneel and eat the fruit heaped upon them.

Silken pillows clustered in the center of the chamber between the tables. I remember from “The Time Machine” that this is where the fairies slept huddled together. I shivered as it #registered that this was also where the Morlocks selected their meals from the helpless fae.

A broad mezzanine ran beneath the stained-glass windows. I would later discover that dilapidated stairs ascended to it.

I pointed to the balcony and spoke to Weena in pidgin English. “Sleep, you, me.” I used sign language to help.

She #laughed, nodded, and said, “Hurburth, foony.”

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The fairy dance ended as suddenly as it had started. One flute cut off mid-verse, and the other trailed off right afterwards. No one seemed alarmed or surprised. Most stopped in their tracks, while a few continued prancing for a few moments more before joining the rest and slipped away.

Weena tugged on my arm and gestured at the building behind the trees. “Coome. Hoomee. Eeat.”

I nodded, and we started toward the woods.

The whole way, my new friend held my hand and babbled to me in a mixture of melodic syllables and fractured English. After asking a few questions, I realized I wouldn’t learn anything useful. She either didn’t know the answers, couldn’t communicate them, or I failed to make myself understood. As such, I retreated into my thoughts.

I considered what I’d learned. I knew a fair amount about this world, or at least H.G. Wells’s theories. Meeting the fairies, for that is what I still thought of them as, had been fortunate. If I had followed the path, I might have run into the Morlocks. But about myself, I remained ignorant except for what short flashbacks had shown me.

It was beyond frustrating that I remembered a “fictional” book more clearly than my own history.

The woods soon ended, and we emerged into a wide glen with an enormous ruined mansion in the center. Lichen grew thick on its walls, and time had shattered its #tall stained-glass windows. The remaining geometric panes had slumped like wax candles left in the sun. I doubted the fairies had built it. Instead, some forgotten civilization must have done so.

That thought offered a glimmer of hope. Remnants of that race could still exist. If I found them, I might learn more.

Returning to my survey, I noted #plants heavy with berries, small fruits, and pea-like pods growing throughout the glen. There was no sense of their being planted by the fairy folk. The herbage sprouted in random swatches or alone, just as the wind had scattered their seeds. Amidst this lush abundance, a wide variety of melon vines snaked along the ground. Here too was an untended bounty of yellow, green, and dappled gourds. At the forest's edge grew trees laden with red, purple, and topaz globes. It was no surprise that the protagonist of H.G. Wells’s story had mistaken this for a utopia at first.

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