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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.

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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.”

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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 111 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus

#Wss366 deliverance #TimeTravelAuthors 06/19. Do characters travel through space, or just time?

I reached and took the ring from Georgina. It tingled like a spider walking across my palm. The front featured an emblazoned ivory crest. What was engraved there gave me a chill: a comet or shooting star above a dragon rampant.

“The mark of the Ancient Serpent,” our host said.

In my hand was a ring of power that would draw its bearer into the service of a greater malevolence.

I muttered in English so only Emily understood, “In the darkness to bind them.” I would have to repeat the whole rhyme and explain it to her later.

My fingers closed around the artifact. I didn’t know what evil I faced, but something had surely restored me to existence to combat it. As for Emily, I knew where she stood. She had never been one to shy away from danger.

I looked at Georgina and said, “I am your servant. Tell me what to do.”

She gave a grave nod while my partner threw me a thumbs-up, a gesture I had taught her.

“You’re William de Lancaster,” our host said, “in the service of the Prior of Aymer and have recently escaped from the infidels. We’ll provide you with priest robes and a hood, so you can play the part. Walnut dye so your hair shines not so bright. William was a youth, so your smooth face and voice should not be an issue. Still, keep your countenance hidden and speak as little as possible.”

I nodded, memorizing the information.

“The ring will allow you to enter the castle and attend the conclave. Reaching the fortress is our main challenge, as the people despise the Frankish priests and may waylay us.”

“That won’t be a problem,” I said. “I can travel to any place or time you direct. My concern is not being observed when I appear.”

She nodded and resumed. “Tell them you carry the concerns of certain English bishops. Your presence requires no further explanation. Brian de Bois-Guilbert may question you, since there were reports of your capture and death at Acre. Reply that you were indeed captured but owe your #deliverance from the infidels to the grace of God. If he presses you further, say you escaped Salah ad-Din’s massacre of prisoners due to a miracle. Otherwise, remain silent; your French won’t pass as William’s.”

I nodded again.

“I can’t help you with what you will find in the castle, but your silence and the ring should carry you through. When you leave, I will have an escort waiting for you.”

“No need,” I said. “I’ll appear in this shrine’s courtyard in a week’s time.”

“Then rest well tonight, for tomorrow you enter the Evil One’s lair. May God and the Theotokos be with you.”

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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.

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Art by: Mai-sensei

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