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  1. #TimeTravelingGhost Part 48: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart.

    #Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 10/11. Saturday excerpt (optional word: most) #Occultober 10. #Nephelomancy #SundayLit Colour

    We approached Amelia and the signal fire. Its #blue flames gave off no heat, chilling us instead.

    Stopping a few feet from Ms. Earhart. My prepared speech froze in my throat when she spoke.

    “See the clouds?” She asked, staring at the sky that rimmed the ocean. “I’ve always loved flying in their midst and wondered what they said. I imagined them whispering their #most guarded secrets: ‘Life is short; soar.’ If there’s a God, surely he must speak through them.”

    She raised a ghostly hand and pointed to the mist moving across the moon. “Tonight, they say, there will be an end.”

    Her hand dropped, and she turned toward us. “You came to rescue me?”

    “No. Just to visit.” I said. The comment was deliberately cryptic. I wanted to draw her in slowly.

    “Then I’ll have to wait for a ship,” she said.

    Emily spoke next. “There won’t be a ship. Nobody comes for you.”

    “Then they’ve given up? Forgotten?” Amelia’s voice was thin. The last word was edged with despair.

    “A hundred years from now, they’ll still be searching. You’ll still be inspiring women to be bold. That’s your legacy,” I said.

    “Legacy,” her voice now laced with pride.

    “Noonan?” she asked.

    “He’s dead, too,” I said.

    “So this is the end they foretold.” Her hand swept, taking in the sky. “Not a rescue, but death.”

    “It’s time to soar. The clouds want to share their secrets with you.” Unlike her usual pragmatic tone, Emily’s voice held deep compassion. It touched me.

    “You no longer need wings.” Emily continued. “Let go of the earth and take flight.”

    A smile touched Amelia’s face for the first time. “Thank you. I didn’t realize. But I’ll be back. I want to be the first woman in space.”

    With that, she faded. #God rays streamed from the moon, illuminating her. Then they were gone, and with them, Amelia Earhart vanished.

    All that remained were the #marble-like embers of her fire. #Moon-bright #pellets that winked at us.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMFic #Spooktober

  2. Blessed Samhain and Happy Halloween to all who celebrate!

    In the middle ages, and even now in Scotland, turnips were carved instead of pumpkins and they were called jack-o-lanterns. They were attached by strings to sticks and inside them were burning coals that illuminated the eyes. Celebrants would also serve food and the living were only allowed to eat it after inviting ancestors to join them. This was called a dumb supper, where the food sat available for spirits to enjoy as the living regaled them with tales from their lives and entertained them with games and songs.

    These days, we might set out some food or candy for our ancestors as an offering, light candles so that they can find their way to us, and sing prayers to them at night. However you choose to celebrate, be sure to say hello to your loved ones who've passed and be respectful.

    Wishing you all safe and happy celebrations! 🎃 🦇🕸️🪦🖤🧙🏻‍♀️👻☠️

    #Samhain #Halloween #spooktober #spookyseason #mediumship #mediumsofmastodon