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  1. #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

  2. #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

  3. #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

  4. #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

  5. #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

  6. Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost

    #TimeTravelAuthors 1. Introduce your story

    Meet Bijou, a time-tripping “ghost” without a past and her companion Emily, late of the Hindenburg disaster, as they attempt to unravel the mysteries of #TimeTravel, #Illuminati, #KnightsTemplar, and Lapan Cabal.

    Visit Amelia Earhart, Nostradamus, Faust, and others in a landscape spanning from the Cretaceous–Paleogene extinction event to the wastelands of the future, with stop-offs on the Hindenburg, Titanic, and Crusader Cyprus.

    It’s a sophisticated #sapphic pulp-inspired story reminiscent of Edgar Rice Burroughs, without the baggage.

    Revised, edited, and retconed.

    PIXIV Link:
    AO3 Link:

    Art by: Mai-sensei

    Tags: #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Serial

  7. #TimeTravelingGhost EP 7 Post 78: 12 May 1999: London

    #Wss366 Bowels #MastoPrompt Winsome #TimeTravelAuthors 03/07. Quiet/loud

    Now that we had seen the sights, I caught a cab to the British Museum, while Emily flew overhead. An insipid ballad, “Swear It Again,” played #loudly on the radio. So I tuned it out along with the heavily accented East-Indian voice of the driver offering me additional ride services. Instead, I manifested a cell phone and played with the browser. I had forgotten how janky that experience was in the late 90s.

    When we arrived at the museum, I showed Emily the phone and the internet. She was suitably impressed and offered me a #winsome smile. It wasn’t flying cars, but she was thrilled.

    Since it was a Thursday morning, the museum was #quiet when we arrived. We hurried through the lightly populated rooms to the archaeological section, where I spent most of my time. Some items, such as German World War II artifacts and Crusader swords, made me uneasy. I couldn’t tell whether that was due to their supernatural aura or my own biases.

    The Sutton Hoo exhibition, however, was wonderful. As I gazed at the treasures, fragmented memories surfaced of seeing them as a young girl.

    At some point, Emily and I separated, with me exploring the public exhibitions and her roaming areas unavailable to visitors. I had just begun examining some Chinese jade artifacts when she appeared.

    “Follow me,” she said.

    “What did you find?”

    “You were right. There's more here than meets the eye. Come on, you'll understand when you see it.”

    We hurried through a door marked "Private," down a set of stairs, and through a maze of corridors. I wasn’t sure how Emily had found anything here. Finally, in the #bowels of the museum, we arrived at a heavy metal door.

    The Anglo-Saxon ship burial at Sutton Hoo:

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy

  8. Announcing The Peaches & Honey Duology by Rachelle Raeta

    We are pleased to announce Tor’s acquisition of a new romantic fantasy duology from author Rachelle Raeta. The Peaches & Honey Duology—These Immortal Truths and These Godly Lies—is a moving story about a girl who is gifted immortality and must now...
    reactormag.com/book-announceme

    #Blog #bookannouncement #Fantasy #HistoricalFantasy #PeachesandHoney
    @indieauthors

  9. So...my #shortStories are on sale for the next month, via Smashwords, Kobo, Barnes & Noble and more!

    So far, it all involves a paranormal disaster zone in pre-WW1 Ireland - so a mix of #scifi, #historicalFantasy, #horror and even some #spyFiction . Sound interesting?

    books2read.com/ap/xqy2YW/Phili

    #irishWriters #amWriting