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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

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GMBC ep06 - The Great Hippo Heist: Exploring Sarah Gailey's Alternate History, River of Teeth #saragailey #americanhippo #althistory #heist #hippos #tasteofmarrow #historicalfantasy #cowboys #queerlit #queersff #novella #books #ttrpgpodcast https://www.k-squareproductions.com/gmbc

GMBC ep06 - The Great Hippo Heist: Exploring Sarah Gailey's Alternate History, River of Teeth #saragailey #americanhippo #althistory #heist #hippos #tasteofmarrow #historicalfantasy #cowboys #queerlit #queersff #novella #books #ttrpgpodcast https://www.k-squareproductions.com/gmbc

GMBC ep06 - The Great Hippo Heist: Exploring Sarah Gailey's Alternate History, River of Teeth #saragailey #americanhippo #althistory #heist #hippos #tasteofmarrow #historicalfantasy #cowboys #queerlit #queersff #novella #books #ttrpgpodcast https://www.k-squareproductions.com/gmbc

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 101: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus

#Wss366 vouch #TimeTravelAuthors 05/23. Saturday excerpt (optional word: rescue/save)

When we reached the top of the stairs, the scholar gestured to the left and stopped in front of a door. “The Delphinas’ are charitable. I must, however, look after my charge’s virtue. Do you have someone who can #vouch for you?”

“There is a monk at St. George’s Shrine,” I said. “I don’t know his name, but he can speak for me. And of course…” I reached into my robe and was relieved to feel a parchment I had just manifested. “A letter of introduction,” I said.

I proffered the missive to the man, and he glanced at it before returning it.

“I am humbly grateful for your master’s hospitality and will impose as little as possible,” I said. “I must leave tonight for the shrine. As Christ is my witness, you don’t need to worry about my bringing harm to the household.”

“You are a Frank?” The implications of the question hung in the air.

I touched a strand of blond hair that had escaped my cowl. “I am. There is a small community of us in Marseilles.”

“Then you are lucky to come so close to hearing the true word. Better an Egyptian Christian than a Latin. The Franks are Christians, but have strayed far; barbarians. Pray that Theotokos will guide your path to the full truth.”

“I will, brother, and that you may be #saved.”

With those sparring words between individuals of divergent faiths, we parted. My story had held up.

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

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 8: Post 85: 2025 Arkham 2 of 2 parts

#Wss366 Slip #MastoPrompt Brunt #TimeTravelAuthors 03/27. Alternate timelines?

[Continued from previous post.]

“The second is that I would like you to take notes on what happens. Deposit them regularly and secretly. You will want to review them later.”

“Where do you want me to leave them?”

I hadn’t thought about that. I manifested a phone and searched for a mailbox rental place. “Rent a box in the name of Sarah Lock…”

That was a #slip. I could feel Emily’s eyes boring into me. What is it with her and that name?

“Lockhorn. Sarah Lockhorn,” I improvised. “At Arkham Mailstop.”

“That’s too obvious. They’ll spot her depositing mail,” Emily said, and took the full #brunt of another of her glares.

“Who?” Ms. Dubois looked between us, mystified.

“I’ll explain in a minute. That’s item three,” I said.

“I could leave them in my office?”

“No,” Emily and I said together, and I continued, “It’s going to be ransacked.”

“I don’t suppose you’re going to explain that,” the professor said, her tone petulant.

“No, I’m sorry I mentioned it,” I said.

Dubois sighed. “You know the hole in the big oak in Franklin Square Park? I could slip them in there.”

“Where’s that?” I asked.

"Behind that awful modern art statue. You know, the one that looks like a rock gnome giving the heavens the finger.”

I didn’t know where that was, either, but I figured I could find it. There couldn't be many statues like that.

"That will do," I said. "The third thing is to watch out for anthropomorphic rabbits wearing ICE Nine vests. Try to stay away from them. But note anything you see. It's important."

“What? Rabbits?”

Emily and I both shrugged and smiled.

Faust:

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