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#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.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#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.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#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.
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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“The first and most basic exercise in magic is looking at oneself.” https://library.hrmtc.com/2026/09/09/the-first-and-most-basic-exercise-in-magic-is-looking-at-oneself/ #45MinuteLiteratureFictionShortReads #45MinuteScienceFictionFantasyShortReads #book #ConcentrationCampsFiction #DarkFantasy #exercise #families #FamiliesFiction #FictionFantasyGeneral #first #HistoricalFantasy #looking #Lovecraftian #magic #mostBasic #novelette #oneself #quote #RuthannaEmrys #shortFiction #TheInnsmouthLegacy -
#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
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.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
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.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
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.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
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.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 131, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK
#Wss366 Register #ScribesAndMakers Share something you've been working on this month. #TimeTravelAuthors 09/9. laugh
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.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn
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The demo of "Spirit of the Camp" is going up, slowly. It's available on my website. Feedback is welcome.
The Itch.io page will be public when the description, screenshots, page design, and devlog are completely together. No promises when that'll be.
falsfiction.neocities.org/games /sotc/
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The demo of "Spirit of the Camp" is going up, slowly. It's available on my website. Feedback is welcome.
The Itch.io page will be public when the description, screenshots, page design, and devlog are completely together. No promises when that'll be.
falsfiction.neocities.org/games /sotc/
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 19 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—The Lagoon
Holy moly! A pyramid of solid pink coral!
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 19 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—The Lagoon
Holy moly! A pyramid of solid pink coral!
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 19 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—The Lagoon
Holy moly! A pyramid of solid pink coral!
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 19 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—The Lagoon
Holy moly! A pyramid of solid pink coral!
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 19 # EP 6: Late Jurassic Era, Lapin Island—The Lagoon
Holy moly! A pyramid of solid pink coral!
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 18 EP 5: Late Jurassic Era, Swiss Highlands
Illuminati or Elder Races is not the choice you want to have.
Plus: #DinosaursTags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 17 EP 5: Late #Jurassic Era, Swiss Lowlands
Back to the age of #dinosaurs.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
Chapter 15: EP 4: 1937, Gardner Island, Midnight
Bijou and Emily find Amelia Earhart.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial #AmeliaEarhart
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
EP 4: 1937, Gardner Island, Early Night
Careless wishes get messy results.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial #AmeliaEarhart
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (2nd Edition)
EP 3: 2025, Miskatonic University II (Skully’s Office)
Bijou and Emily learn the basics of time-travel before fleeing from ICE-Nine.
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 11: Post 117, 1191, The Castle of Nicosia
#Wss366 Sty #TimeTravelAuthors 07/11 Saturday breathe/breath
When the conclave ended, I needed to talk with Emily. She wouldn’t say things like that unless she meant more. Although we had only known each other for a few weeks, I hoped her flattering words weren’t just fluff. Right now, though, I needed to focus on my Templar impersonation.
Even if I had wanted to discuss our relationship then, I couldn’t, as Petros had returned with what turned out to be one of the worst meals I’d ever faced: tough, fatty meat and coarse, gritty bread. With the help of the sour wine, I choked it down. I had no choice but to eat it if I wanted to maintain my pretense.
Relief came partway through the meal, when another servant arrived announcing: “If you will follow me, M’Lord.”
I handed Petros the remains of the food and followed the servant into the courtyard and to the central citadel. At the door, we passed a squad of knights in full armor standing guard. They were grim figures, many with scarred faces visible beneath their helmets. Even the fortress gate hadn’t been guarded this well.
Once inside, I was led to a chamber dominated by a raised dais at the far end. Men sat in chairs around a table running down the center of the room, their gazes turned to fix on me. Brian de Bois-Guilbert rose from one of the chairs and announced, “Sir William de Lancaster, in the service of my friend the Prior of Aymer.”
“I heard you died,” another voice said.
Silence fell, and all the faces turned to look at the speaker: a man with a full, trimmed beard and narrow eyes. A #sty marred his handsome Latin features.
“Lord Conrad, I vouch for him,” Bois-Guilbert replied.
The man waved a hand, dismissing the objection. “Let the Lancaster speak for himself. Matters are too weighty for him to remain unchallenged.”
Sir Brian’s face grew red, but he remained silent.
I took a deep #breath, pointed to my throat, and choked out: “Miracle… Swallowed… Lead…Released…”
A third voice spoke, a bishop by his appearance. “My lord, Marquis, what say you? Will you deny the Lord’s miracle?”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Sapphic