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#TimeTravelAuthors 05/15. What might change if your story started in a different year?
Not much different for #TimeTravelingGhost. Some of the Lapan Cabal uniforms would be different, and the language interplay between Bijou and Emily would be different. I might have to adjust Bijou’s attitudes and opinions.
As for #Airisu, I am not sure. It would be solid Historical Fantasy, not urban fantasy. I would have to reduce the Western New Age magical angle. Good chance because of that Sumika might not be as ditzy.
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 99: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Cocktail #TimeTravelAuthors 05/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: peace)
While I waited for a servant to lead me inside, I consulted with Emily. The thought of an authentic local meal thrilled me, as did the idea that I could get someone to guide us to St. George’s Shrine later. That was if I could carry off this masquerade. The fact that my host and I didn’t speak the same language worked in my favor; while that I knew nothing about the Coptic faith ran against it. I could only hope that the scholar was as unfamiliar with their dogma as I was.
As if sensing my thoughts, Emily asked, “Do you think you can carry this off?”
“Yeah, I’m conversant with medieval Christian mysticism. I can always whip up a #cocktail of French and German metaphysical nonsense. That should work unless they’re familiar with Coptic beliefs. That’s what this robe is, Coptic. I’m more worried about what will happen when they find out I’m a woman. I have no idea how they’ll react to a holy matron instead of a holy man. It’s a rather chauvinistic era.”
“Aren’t they all?” The bitterness in her tone was clear.
I had to agree. Heaven knows there were still people who wanted to repeal a woman’s right to vote in my time. It never stopped. However, there were more pressing issues for me currently.
“I’ve got it, a mask and a holy vow,” I said.
I manifested a porcelain mask similar to the one Countess Bathory had used.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Frightening. It’s too fancy. You want something more sacred and less sepulcher. Think humble poverty.”
“More of gravy and less of sepulcher,” I muttered. It was a joke that left Emily puzzling.
The Dickens reference may have gone over her head, but the image of the three Christmas ghosts spurred my imagination.
I reformed the mask into a crude wooden representation of Tiny Tim, a #peaceful but haunted smile on his face, combined with a crown of thorns.
Emily sighed and said, “It’ll do.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 99: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Cocktail #TimeTravelAuthors 05/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: peace)
While I waited for a servant to lead me inside, I consulted with Emily. The thought of an authentic local meal thrilled me, as did the idea that I could get someone to guide us to St. George’s Shrine later. That was if I could carry off this masquerade. The fact that my host and I didn’t speak the same language worked in my favor; while that I knew nothing about the Coptic faith ran against it. I could only hope that the scholar was as unfamiliar with their dogma as I was.
As if sensing my thoughts, Emily asked, “Do you think you can carry this off?”
“Yeah, I’m conversant with medieval Christian mysticism. I can always whip up a #cocktail of French and German metaphysical nonsense. That should work unless they’re familiar with Coptic beliefs. That’s what this robe is, Coptic. I’m more worried about what will happen when they find out I’m a woman. I have no idea how they’ll react to a holy matron instead of a holy man. It’s a rather chauvinistic era.”
“Aren’t they all?” The bitterness in her tone was clear.
I had to agree. Heaven knows there were still people who wanted to repeal a woman’s right to vote in my time. It never stopped. However, there were more pressing issues for me currently.
“I’ve got it, a mask and a holy vow,” I said.
I manifested a porcelain mask similar to the one Countess Bathory had used.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Frightening. It’s too fancy. You want something more sacred and less sepulcher. Think humble poverty.”
“More of gravy and less of sepulcher,” I muttered. It was a joke that left Emily puzzling.
The Dickens reference may have gone over her head, but the image of the three Christmas ghosts spurred my imagination.
I reformed the mask into a crude wooden representation of Tiny Tim, a #peaceful but haunted smile on his face, combined with a crown of thorns.
Emily sighed and said, “It’ll do.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 99: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Cocktail #TimeTravelAuthors 05/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: peace)
While I waited for a servant to lead me inside, I consulted with Emily. The thought of an authentic local meal thrilled me, as did the idea that I could get someone to guide us to St. George’s Shrine later. That was if I could carry off this masquerade. The fact that my host and I didn’t speak the same language worked in my favor; while that I knew nothing about the Coptic faith ran against it. I could only hope that the scholar was as unfamiliar with their dogma as I was.
As if sensing my thoughts, Emily asked, “Do you think you can carry this off?”
“Yeah, I’m conversant with medieval Christian mysticism. I can always whip up a #cocktail of French and German metaphysical nonsense. That should work unless they’re familiar with Coptic beliefs. That’s what this robe is, Coptic. I’m more worried about what will happen when they find out I’m a woman. I have no idea how they’ll react to a holy matron instead of a holy man. It’s a rather chauvinistic era.”
“Aren’t they all?” The bitterness in her tone was clear.
I had to agree. Heaven knows there were still people who wanted to repeal a woman’s right to vote in my time. It never stopped. However, there were more pressing issues for me currently.
“I’ve got it, a mask and a holy vow,” I said.
I manifested a porcelain mask similar to the one Countess Bathory had used.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Frightening. It’s too fancy. You want something more sacred and less sepulcher. Think humble poverty.”
“More of gravy and less of sepulcher,” I muttered. It was a joke that left Emily puzzling.
The Dickens reference may have gone over her head, but the image of the three Christmas ghosts spurred my imagination.
I reformed the mask into a crude wooden representation of Tiny Tim, a #peaceful but haunted smile on his face, combined with a crown of thorns.
Emily sighed and said, “It’ll do.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 99: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Cocktail #TimeTravelAuthors 05/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: peace)
While I waited for a servant to lead me inside, I consulted with Emily. The thought of an authentic local meal thrilled me, as did the idea that I could get someone to guide us to St. George’s Shrine later. That was if I could carry off this masquerade. The fact that my host and I didn’t speak the same language worked in my favor; while that I knew nothing about the Coptic faith ran against it. I could only hope that the scholar was as unfamiliar with their dogma as I was.
As if sensing my thoughts, Emily asked, “Do you think you can carry this off?”
“Yeah, I’m conversant with medieval Christian mysticism. I can always whip up a #cocktail of French and German metaphysical nonsense. That should work unless they’re familiar with Coptic beliefs. That’s what this robe is, Coptic. I’m more worried about what will happen when they find out I’m a woman. I have no idea how they’ll react to a holy matron instead of a holy man. It’s a rather chauvinistic era.”
“Aren’t they all?” The bitterness in her tone was clear.
I had to agree. Heaven knows there were still people who wanted to repeal a woman’s right to vote in my time. It never stopped. However, there were more pressing issues for me currently.
“I’ve got it, a mask and a holy vow,” I said.
I manifested a porcelain mask similar to the one Countess Bathory had used.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Frightening. It’s too fancy. You want something more sacred and less sepulcher. Think humble poverty.”
“More of gravy and less of sepulcher,” I muttered. It was a joke that left Emily puzzling.
The Dickens reference may have gone over her head, but the image of the three Christmas ghosts spurred my imagination.
I reformed the mask into a crude wooden representation of Tiny Tim, a #peaceful but haunted smile on his face, combined with a crown of thorns.
Emily sighed and said, “It’ll do.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 99: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Cocktail #TimeTravelAuthors 05/13. Wednesday POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: peace)
While I waited for a servant to lead me inside, I consulted with Emily. The thought of an authentic local meal thrilled me, as did the idea that I could get someone to guide us to St. George’s Shrine later. That was if I could carry off this masquerade. The fact that my host and I didn’t speak the same language worked in my favor; while that I knew nothing about the Coptic faith ran against it. I could only hope that the scholar was as unfamiliar with their dogma as I was.
As if sensing my thoughts, Emily asked, “Do you think you can carry this off?”
“Yeah, I’m conversant with medieval Christian mysticism. I can always whip up a #cocktail of French and German metaphysical nonsense. That should work unless they’re familiar with Coptic beliefs. That’s what this robe is, Coptic. I’m more worried about what will happen when they find out I’m a woman. I have no idea how they’ll react to a holy matron instead of a holy man. It’s a rather chauvinistic era.”
“Aren’t they all?” The bitterness in her tone was clear.
I had to agree. Heaven knows there were still people who wanted to repeal a woman’s right to vote in my time. It never stopped. However, there were more pressing issues for me currently.
“I’ve got it, a mask and a holy vow,” I said.
I manifested a porcelain mask similar to the one Countess Bathory had used.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“Frightening. It’s too fancy. You want something more sacred and less sepulcher. Think humble poverty.”
“More of gravy and less of sepulcher,” I muttered. It was a joke that left Emily puzzling.
The Dickens reference may have gone over her head, but the image of the three Christmas ghosts spurred my imagination.
I reformed the mask into a crude wooden representation of Tiny Tim, a #peaceful but haunted smile on his face, combined with a crown of thorns.
Emily sighed and said, “It’ll do.”
#TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#LoveMakeShare 5/12. What's your longest-running WIP? Is there an end in sight?
- Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost - 2025/05/05 - Ongoing
- Detective Maomao - 2025/06/14 - ongoing
- Airisu: The Ghost and the Witch - 2026/01/26
So that would be #TimeTravelingGhost. End in sight? Define. I know how it ends, but I have no idea when I will get there. 3 or four volumes. In the past, that is about 14 months, but I am writing this one differently, so it may be longer.
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#LoveMakeShare 5/12. What's your longest-running WIP? Is there an end in sight?
- Bijou the Time Traveling Ghost - 2025/05/05 - Ongoing
- Detective Maomao - 2025/06/14 - ongoing
- Airisu: The Ghost and the Witch - 2026/01/26
So that would be #TimeTravelingGhost. End in sight? Define. I know how it ends, but I have no idea when I will get there. 3 or four volumes. In the past, that is about 14 months, but I am writing this one differently, so it may be longer.
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (Revised)
EP 2: The Hindenburg – May 3rd, 1937
Bijou arrives on the Hindenburg and meets Emily Pang, a deceased reporter and spy
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (Revised)
EP 2: The Hindenburg – May 3rd, 1937
Bijou arrives on the Hindenburg and meets Emily Pang, a deceased reporter and spy
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (Revised)
EP 2: The Hindenburg – May 3rd, 1937
Bijou arrives on the Hindenburg and meets Emily Pang, a deceased reporter and spy
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (Revised)
EP 2: The Hindenburg – May 3rd, 1937
Bijou arrives on the Hindenburg and meets Emily Pang, a deceased reporter and spy
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost (Revised)
EP 2: The Hindenburg – May 3rd, 1937
Bijou arrives on the Hindenburg and meets Emily Pang, a deceased reporter and spy
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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#TimeTravelAuthors 05/11. Do your characters ever undo anything?
#TimeTravelingGhost: Anything in-depth would be a spoiler. What we currently know is that it is very hard to change the trajectory of a time-particle, let alone the time-stream. Not impossible, but virtually so.
#Airisu: We will see in the next few EP
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost
Episode 1: 1926: The Folies Bergère—Josephine Baker
A mysterious woman welcomes the nameless ghost to the Roaring 20s
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost
Episode 1: 1926: The Folies Bergère—Josephine Baker
A mysterious woman welcomes the nameless ghost to the Roaring 20s
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost
Episode 1: 1926: The Folies Bergère—Josephine Baker
A mysterious woman welcomes the nameless ghost to the Roaring 20s
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost
Episode 1: 1926: The Folies Bergère—Josephine Baker
A mysterious woman welcomes the nameless ghost to the Roaring 20s
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost
Episode 1: 1926: The Folies Bergère—Josephine Baker
A mysterious woman welcomes the nameless ghost to the Roaring 20s
Tags: #TimeTravel #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #HistoricalFantasy #LightNovel #Romance #Queer #Sappfic #Serial
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 98: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 gloss #TimeTravelAuthors 05/9. Saturday excerpt (optional word: hide/hidden)
Emily soon joined me in the courtyard. After the turbulent street filled with crowds, vendors, and beggars, the citrus-scented space was peaceful or should have been, if it hadn’t been for the cry of a young female voice, saying, “Oh… makaristos Agios Ilarionas… éna tháuma…”
I followed the sound and saw a girl of about ten wearing a white dress that matched the flowers dangling near her face. Her bright eyes and #glossy black hair were barely visible through the second-floor’s vines, where she #hid.
She continued, “Pappoú. “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“We’re in the soup now,” Emily said.
As we watched, a gray-haired man armed with a stout cudgel joined her. The girl spoke rapidly to him, gesticulating wildly.
After shooing her out of sight, he called down to us, “Pois eisai?”
I held my hands in the air and said in French, “We’re friends. We mean you no harm.”
The man’s face screwed up, puzzled, and then he shouted into the house. Another man appeared. I guessed he was a scholar from his somber black robes and lean countenance.
The two men spoke while Emily and I conferred. “What should we do?” I asked. “Time-trip to our meeting with the monk?” By “monk,” I meant our former guide.
“Wait,” she replied. “There’s a pattern of things going sideways when we do that.”
It was true. Twice now, tripping had put us in life-threatening positions. First, there’d been the meteor impact, and then there was the less-than-friendly reception we’d just experienced. It didn’t always happen, but it occurred enough to make one wary.
“Who are you?” the scholar called down in accented French.
“I am Bijou, a traveling pilgrim,” I said, bowing. “I mean you no harm. My only wish is to bless your house.”
Out of sight, I heard the girl say, “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“She says you performed a miracle, passing through a solid wall.” The man said, making a sign against the evil eye.
“It was God’s blessing upon a humble mendicant. I was seeking St. George’s shrine when outlaws tried to stop me. God is great, and many are his miracles.”
The two men conferred again, and while they did so, Emily addressed me. “Lying it on rather thick there aren’t you?”
“Better than being mistaken for a sorcerer,” I said, crossing myself as if uttering a prayer. “Besides, this is an age of wonders.”
Their conference over, the scholar called to me, “Holy one, would you bless our house by partaking a humble meal with us?”
“It would be my honor,” I said. Luck had finally smiled on me.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 98: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 gloss #TimeTravelAuthors 05/9. Saturday excerpt (optional word: hide/hidden)
Emily soon joined me in the courtyard. After the turbulent street filled with crowds, vendors, and beggars, the citrus-scented space was peaceful or should have been, if it hadn’t been for the cry of a young female voice, saying, “Oh… makaristos Agios Ilarionas… éna tháuma…”
I followed the sound and saw a girl of about ten wearing a white dress that matched the flowers dangling near her face. Her bright eyes and #glossy black hair were barely visible through the second-floor’s vines, where she #hid.
She continued, “Pappoú. “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“We’re in the soup now,” Emily said.
As we watched, a gray-haired man armed with a stout cudgel joined her. The girl spoke rapidly to him, gesticulating wildly.
After shooing her out of sight, he called down to us, “Pois eisai?”
I held my hands in the air and said in French, “We’re friends. We mean you no harm.”
The man’s face screwed up, puzzled, and then he shouted into the house. Another man appeared. I guessed he was a scholar from his somber black robes and lean countenance.
The two men spoke while Emily and I conferred. “What should we do?” I asked. “Time-trip to our meeting with the monk?” By “monk,” I meant our former guide.
“Wait,” she replied. “There’s a pattern of things going sideways when we do that.”
It was true. Twice now, tripping had put us in life-threatening positions. First, there’d been the meteor impact, and then there was the less-than-friendly reception we’d just experienced. It didn’t always happen, but it occurred enough to make one wary.
“Who are you?” the scholar called down in accented French.
“I am Bijou, a traveling pilgrim,” I said, bowing. “I mean you no harm. My only wish is to bless your house.”
Out of sight, I heard the girl say, “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“She says you performed a miracle, passing through a solid wall.” The man said, making a sign against the evil eye.
“It was God’s blessing upon a humble mendicant. I was seeking St. George’s shrine when outlaws tried to stop me. God is great, and many are his miracles.”
The two men conferred again, and while they did so, Emily addressed me. “Lying it on rather thick there aren’t you?”
“Better than being mistaken for a sorcerer,” I said, crossing myself as if uttering a prayer. “Besides, this is an age of wonders.”
Their conference over, the scholar called to me, “Holy one, would you bless our house by partaking a humble meal with us?”
“It would be my honor,” I said. Luck had finally smiled on me.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 98: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 gloss #TimeTravelAuthors 05/9. Saturday excerpt (optional word: hide/hidden)
Emily soon joined me in the courtyard. After the turbulent street filled with crowds, vendors, and beggars, the citrus-scented space was peaceful or should have been, if it hadn’t been for the cry of a young female voice, saying, “Oh… makaristos Agios Ilarionas… éna tháuma…”
I followed the sound and saw a girl of about ten wearing a white dress that matched the flowers dangling near her face. Her bright eyes and #glossy black hair were barely visible through the second-floor’s vines, where she #hid.
She continued, “Pappoú. “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“We’re in the soup now,” Emily said.
As we watched, a gray-haired man armed with a stout cudgel joined her. The girl spoke rapidly to him, gesticulating wildly.
After shooing her out of sight, he called down to us, “Pois eisai?”
I held my hands in the air and said in French, “We’re friends. We mean you no harm.”
The man’s face screwed up, puzzled, and then he shouted into the house. Another man appeared. I guessed he was a scholar from his somber black robes and lean countenance.
The two men spoke while Emily and I conferred. “What should we do?” I asked. “Time-trip to our meeting with the monk?” By “monk,” I meant our former guide.
“Wait,” she replied. “There’s a pattern of things going sideways when we do that.”
It was true. Twice now, tripping had put us in life-threatening positions. First, there’d been the meteor impact, and then there was the less-than-friendly reception we’d just experienced. It didn’t always happen, but it occurred enough to make one wary.
“Who are you?” the scholar called down in accented French.
“I am Bijou, a traveling pilgrim,” I said, bowing. “I mean you no harm. My only wish is to bless your house.”
Out of sight, I heard the girl say, “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“She says you performed a miracle, passing through a solid wall.” The man said, making a sign against the evil eye.
“It was God’s blessing upon a humble mendicant. I was seeking St. George’s shrine when outlaws tried to stop me. God is great, and many are his miracles.”
The two men conferred again, and while they did so, Emily addressed me. “Lying it on rather thick there aren’t you?”
“Better than being mistaken for a sorcerer,” I said, crossing myself as if uttering a prayer. “Besides, this is an age of wonders.”
Their conference over, the scholar called to me, “Holy one, would you bless our house by partaking a humble meal with us?”
“It would be my honor,” I said. Luck had finally smiled on me.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 98: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 gloss #TimeTravelAuthors 05/9. Saturday excerpt (optional word: hide/hidden)
Emily soon joined me in the courtyard. After the turbulent street filled with crowds, vendors, and beggars, the citrus-scented space was peaceful or should have been, if it hadn’t been for the cry of a young female voice, saying, “Oh… makaristos Agios Ilarionas… éna tháuma…”
I followed the sound and saw a girl of about ten wearing a white dress that matched the flowers dangling near her face. Her bright eyes and #glossy black hair were barely visible through the second-floor’s vines, where she #hid.
She continued, “Pappoú. “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“We’re in the soup now,” Emily said.
As we watched, a gray-haired man armed with a stout cudgel joined her. The girl spoke rapidly to him, gesticulating wildly.
After shooing her out of sight, he called down to us, “Pois eisai?”
I held my hands in the air and said in French, “We’re friends. We mean you no harm.”
The man’s face screwed up, puzzled, and then he shouted into the house. Another man appeared. I guessed he was a scholar from his somber black robes and lean countenance.
The two men spoke while Emily and I conferred. “What should we do?” I asked. “Time-trip to our meeting with the monk?” By “monk,” I meant our former guide.
“Wait,” she replied. “There’s a pattern of things going sideways when we do that.”
It was true. Twice now, tripping had put us in life-threatening positions. First, there’d been the meteor impact, and then there was the less-than-friendly reception we’d just experienced. It didn’t always happen, but it occurred enough to make one wary.
“Who are you?” the scholar called down in accented French.
“I am Bijou, a traveling pilgrim,” I said, bowing. “I mean you no harm. My only wish is to bless your house.”
Out of sight, I heard the girl say, “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“She says you performed a miracle, passing through a solid wall.” The man said, making a sign against the evil eye.
“It was God’s blessing upon a humble mendicant. I was seeking St. George’s shrine when outlaws tried to stop me. God is great, and many are his miracles.”
The two men conferred again, and while they did so, Emily addressed me. “Lying it on rather thick there aren’t you?”
“Better than being mistaken for a sorcerer,” I said, crossing myself as if uttering a prayer. “Besides, this is an age of wonders.”
Their conference over, the scholar called to me, “Holy one, would you bless our house by partaking a humble meal with us?”
“It would be my honor,” I said. Luck had finally smiled on me.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 98: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 gloss #TimeTravelAuthors 05/9. Saturday excerpt (optional word: hide/hidden)
Emily soon joined me in the courtyard. After the turbulent street filled with crowds, vendors, and beggars, the citrus-scented space was peaceful or should have been, if it hadn’t been for the cry of a young female voice, saying, “Oh… makaristos Agios Ilarionas… éna tháuma…”
I followed the sound and saw a girl of about ten wearing a white dress that matched the flowers dangling near her face. Her bright eyes and #glossy black hair were barely visible through the second-floor’s vines, where she #hid.
She continued, “Pappoú. “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“We’re in the soup now,” Emily said.
As we watched, a gray-haired man armed with a stout cudgel joined her. The girl spoke rapidly to him, gesticulating wildly.
After shooing her out of sight, he called down to us, “Pois eisai?”
I held my hands in the air and said in French, “We’re friends. We mean you no harm.”
The man’s face screwed up, puzzled, and then he shouted into the house. Another man appeared. I guessed he was a scholar from his somber black robes and lean countenance.
The two men spoke while Emily and I conferred. “What should we do?” I asked. “Time-trip to our meeting with the monk?” By “monk,” I meant our former guide.
“Wait,” she replied. “There’s a pattern of things going sideways when we do that.”
It was true. Twice now, tripping had put us in life-threatening positions. First, there’d been the meteor impact, and then there was the less-than-friendly reception we’d just experienced. It didn’t always happen, but it occurred enough to make one wary.
“Who are you?” the scholar called down in accented French.
“I am Bijou, a traveling pilgrim,” I said, bowing. “I mean you no harm. My only wish is to bless your house.”
Out of sight, I heard the girl say, “Pappoú. éna tháuma.”
“She says you performed a miracle, passing through a solid wall.” The man said, making a sign against the evil eye.
“It was God’s blessing upon a humble mendicant. I was seeking St. George’s shrine when outlaws tried to stop me. God is great, and many are his miracles.”
The two men conferred again, and while they did so, Emily addressed me. “Lying it on rather thick there aren’t you?”
“Better than being mistaken for a sorcerer,” I said, crossing myself as if uttering a prayer. “Besides, this is an age of wonders.”
Their conference over, the scholar called to me, “Holy one, would you bless our house by partaking a humble meal with us?”
“It would be my honor,” I said. Luck had finally smiled on me.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#ScribesAndMakers 9. How likely are you to embrace changes to language usage?
Very.
Which means I use the usage of the time period in which things are set. Including slang of THAT time.
One of the features of #TimeTravelingGhost is the clash and confusion of a 2025 person talking with a 1930's woman.
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#PennedPossibilities 1009 — Do any of your characters wear glasses?
Well one time
Snip #TimeTravelingGhost
Emily burst out laughing when she saw the clothes I’d manifested. “Nice duds. Is that what the daring avant-garde wear in your time? Absurd, but it’s charming in its own way.”
I pulled the floppy hat down and the N95 mask up higher, hoping they might hide how red my cheeks were. They probably matched the large cherry-red sunglasses I was sporting. I’d considered wearing a hijab but was unsure about the cultural implications of a nonbeliever wearing one. “I told you I don’t want people to see two Professor Henrietta Dubois’s.”
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#WritersCoffeeClub – 9th May. C&R: Share the first line of your current WIP. Everyone: How enticed are you?
#TimeTravelingGhost: Vague shadows coalesced. Regrets of a half-lived life cut short—but by what? There were just swirling doubts.
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#WritersCoffeeClub – 9th May. C&R: Share the first line of your current WIP. Everyone: How enticed are you?
#TimeTravelingGhost: Vague shadows coalesced. Regrets of a half-lived life cut short—but by what? There were just swirling doubts.
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#WritersCoffeeClub – 9th May. C&R: Share the first line of your current WIP. Everyone: How enticed are you?
#TimeTravelingGhost: Vague shadows coalesced. Regrets of a half-lived life cut short—but by what? There were just swirling doubts.
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#WritersCoffeeClub – 9th May. C&R: Share the first line of your current WIP. Everyone: How enticed are you?
#TimeTravelingGhost: Vague shadows coalesced. Regrets of a half-lived life cut short—but by what? There were just swirling doubts.
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#WritersCoffeeClub – 9th May. C&R: Share the first line of your current WIP. Everyone: How enticed are you?
#TimeTravelingGhost: Vague shadows coalesced. Regrets of a half-lived life cut short—but by what? There were just swirling doubts.
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#TimeTravelingGhost #TimeTravelAuthors 05/7. First lines spoken by an unimportant, non-major, or unnamed character
“Is that Hemingway?”
Spoken outside the Folies Bergère (1926) by an unnamed character.
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#TimeTravelingGhost #TimeTravelAuthors 05/7. First lines spoken by an unimportant, non-major, or unnamed character
“Is that Hemingway?”
Spoken outside the Folies Bergère (1926) by an unnamed character.
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#TimeTravelingGhost #TimeTravelAuthors 05/7. First lines spoken by an unimportant, non-major, or unnamed character
“Is that Hemingway?”
Spoken outside the Folies Bergère (1926) by an unnamed character.
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#TimeTravelingGhost #TimeTravelAuthors 05/5. A character's favorite snack**
Emily specially ordered pretzels at a bar. So she must be fond of them.
Bijou doesn’t remember her past, but given what we have seen, it is probably bar food of some kind.
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#TimeTravelingGhost #TimeTravelAuthors 05/5. A character's favorite snack**
Emily specially ordered pretzels at a bar. So she must be fond of them.
Bijou doesn’t remember her past, but given what we have seen, it is probably bar food of some kind.
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#TimeTravelingGhost #TimeTravelAuthors 05/5. A character's favorite snack**
Emily specially ordered pretzels at a bar. So she must be fond of them.
Bijou doesn’t remember her past, but given what we have seen, it is probably bar food of some kind.
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#TimeTravelingGhost #TimeTravelAuthors 05/5. A character's favorite snack**
Emily specially ordered pretzels at a bar. So she must be fond of them.
Bijou doesn’t remember her past, but given what we have seen, it is probably bar food of some kind.
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#TimeTravelingGhost #TimeTravelAuthors 05/5. A character's favorite snack**
Emily specially ordered pretzels at a bar. So she must be fond of them.
Bijou doesn’t remember her past, but given what we have seen, it is probably bar food of some kind.
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 97: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Odd #TimeTravelAuthors 05/3 Old buildings in your story
Chaos swirled all around us, making it just possible that we might escape detection. However, that slim chance plunged to zero, thanks to my clothes. If I had worn a neon sign, I couldn’t have been more obvious.
I manifested the religious robes of our guide. They were distinctive, but the hood hid my fair complexion and blonde hair. There was a risk that my act of “sorcery” would backfire, but capture by the Templars would have had an unfortunate ending. Ms. Dubois’ fate was an example of how ruthless the Lapan Cabal was.
The youth had backed us against a wall, and the two guards partially screened us from view. While the odds had improved, I still didn’t like them. Sorcery was my answer to correct that. It wouldn’t cause any harm since I had already broken that taboo.
“Find out what’s on the other side of this wall,” I said in English so Emily would understand. Then, turning to our guide, I resumed in French. “Where can we find you?”
“Tonight at St. George’s Shrine,” he answered. “God be with you.”
I didn’t have time to consider how odd his lack of surprise was. Instead, I focused on the soldiers pushing through the crowd. Their white surcoats with red Maltese crosses marked them as Knights of the Temple of Solomon. Despite their holy orders, they lay about themselves freely with swords and maces, unconcerned by the harm they caused.
A few moments later, Emily returned, saying, “It’s a courtyard surrounded by old buildings. I didn’t see anyone, so we should be safe there.”
Closing my eyes, I willed myself into insubstantiality. I had become quicker at it, but it was still tiring. Without waiting, I thrust my arms into the wall behind us, ignoring the unpleasant muddy sensation, and pushed my way through it.
On the far side, I collapsed onto the courtyard’s flagstones, panting. A glance revealed arches on the lower floor. Vines climbed these on trellises, draping red and white flowers along the second floor's veranda railing. A nearby lemon tree lightly perfumed the air.
I was safe for the moment.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 97: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Odd #TimeTravelAuthors 05/3 Old buildings in your story
Chaos swirled all around us, making it just possible that we might escape detection. However, that slim chance plunged to zero, thanks to my clothes. If I had worn a neon sign, I couldn’t have been more obvious.
I manifested the religious robes of our guide. They were distinctive, but the hood hid my fair complexion and blonde hair. There was a risk that my act of “sorcery” would backfire, but capture by the Templars would have had an unfortunate ending. Ms. Dubois’ fate was an example of how ruthless the Lapan Cabal was.
The youth had backed us against a wall, and the two guards partially screened us from view. While the odds had improved, I still didn’t like them. Sorcery was my answer to correct that. It wouldn’t cause any harm since I had already broken that taboo.
“Find out what’s on the other side of this wall,” I said in English so Emily would understand. Then, turning to our guide, I resumed in French. “Where can we find you?”
“Tonight at St. George’s Shrine,” he answered. “God be with you.”
I didn’t have time to consider how odd his lack of surprise was. Instead, I focused on the soldiers pushing through the crowd. Their white surcoats with red Maltese crosses marked them as Knights of the Temple of Solomon. Despite their holy orders, they lay about themselves freely with swords and maces, unconcerned by the harm they caused.
A few moments later, Emily returned, saying, “It’s a courtyard surrounded by old buildings. I didn’t see anyone, so we should be safe there.”
Closing my eyes, I willed myself into insubstantiality. I had become quicker at it, but it was still tiring. Without waiting, I thrust my arms into the wall behind us, ignoring the unpleasant muddy sensation, and pushed my way through it.
On the far side, I collapsed onto the courtyard’s flagstones, panting. A glance revealed arches on the lower floor. Vines climbed these on trellises, draping red and white flowers along the second floor's veranda railing. A nearby lemon tree lightly perfumed the air.
I was safe for the moment.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 97: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Odd #TimeTravelAuthors 05/3 Old buildings in your story
Chaos swirled all around us, making it just possible that we might escape detection. However, that slim chance plunged to zero, thanks to my clothes. If I had worn a neon sign, I couldn’t have been more obvious.
I manifested the religious robes of our guide. They were distinctive, but the hood hid my fair complexion and blonde hair. There was a risk that my act of “sorcery” would backfire, but capture by the Templars would have had an unfortunate ending. Ms. Dubois’ fate was an example of how ruthless the Lapan Cabal was.
The youth had backed us against a wall, and the two guards partially screened us from view. While the odds had improved, I still didn’t like them. Sorcery was my answer to correct that. It wouldn’t cause any harm since I had already broken that taboo.
“Find out what’s on the other side of this wall,” I said in English so Emily would understand. Then, turning to our guide, I resumed in French. “Where can we find you?”
“Tonight at St. George’s Shrine,” he answered. “God be with you.”
I didn’t have time to consider how odd his lack of surprise was. Instead, I focused on the soldiers pushing through the crowd. Their white surcoats with red Maltese crosses marked them as Knights of the Temple of Solomon. Despite their holy orders, they lay about themselves freely with swords and maces, unconcerned by the harm they caused.
A few moments later, Emily returned, saying, “It’s a courtyard surrounded by old buildings. I didn’t see anyone, so we should be safe there.”
Closing my eyes, I willed myself into insubstantiality. I had become quicker at it, but it was still tiring. Without waiting, I thrust my arms into the wall behind us, ignoring the unpleasant muddy sensation, and pushed my way through it.
On the far side, I collapsed onto the courtyard’s flagstones, panting. A glance revealed arches on the lower floor. Vines climbed these on trellises, draping red and white flowers along the second floor's veranda railing. A nearby lemon tree lightly perfumed the air.
I was safe for the moment.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 97: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Odd #TimeTravelAuthors 05/3 Old buildings in your story
Chaos swirled all around us, making it just possible that we might escape detection. However, that slim chance plunged to zero, thanks to my clothes. If I had worn a neon sign, I couldn’t have been more obvious.
I manifested the religious robes of our guide. They were distinctive, but the hood hid my fair complexion and blonde hair. There was a risk that my act of “sorcery” would backfire, but capture by the Templars would have had an unfortunate ending. Ms. Dubois’ fate was an example of how ruthless the Lapan Cabal was.
The youth had backed us against a wall, and the two guards partially screened us from view. While the odds had improved, I still didn’t like them. Sorcery was my answer to correct that. It wouldn’t cause any harm since I had already broken that taboo.
“Find out what’s on the other side of this wall,” I said in English so Emily would understand. Then, turning to our guide, I resumed in French. “Where can we find you?”
“Tonight at St. George’s Shrine,” he answered. “God be with you.”
I didn’t have time to consider how odd his lack of surprise was. Instead, I focused on the soldiers pushing through the crowd. Their white surcoats with red Maltese crosses marked them as Knights of the Temple of Solomon. Despite their holy orders, they lay about themselves freely with swords and maces, unconcerned by the harm they caused.
A few moments later, Emily returned, saying, “It’s a courtyard surrounded by old buildings. I didn’t see anyone, so we should be safe there.”
Closing my eyes, I willed myself into insubstantiality. I had become quicker at it, but it was still tiring. Without waiting, I thrust my arms into the wall behind us, ignoring the unpleasant muddy sensation, and pushed my way through it.
On the far side, I collapsed onto the courtyard’s flagstones, panting. A glance revealed arches on the lower floor. Vines climbed these on trellises, draping red and white flowers along the second floor's veranda railing. A nearby lemon tree lightly perfumed the air.
I was safe for the moment.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 10: Post 97: 1191, Nicosia, Cyprus
#Wss366 Odd #TimeTravelAuthors 05/3 Old buildings in your story
Chaos swirled all around us, making it just possible that we might escape detection. However, that slim chance plunged to zero, thanks to my clothes. If I had worn a neon sign, I couldn’t have been more obvious.
I manifested the religious robes of our guide. They were distinctive, but the hood hid my fair complexion and blonde hair. There was a risk that my act of “sorcery” would backfire, but capture by the Templars would have had an unfortunate ending. Ms. Dubois’ fate was an example of how ruthless the Lapan Cabal was.
The youth had backed us against a wall, and the two guards partially screened us from view. While the odds had improved, I still didn’t like them. Sorcery was my answer to correct that. It wouldn’t cause any harm since I had already broken that taboo.
“Find out what’s on the other side of this wall,” I said in English so Emily would understand. Then, turning to our guide, I resumed in French. “Where can we find you?”
“Tonight at St. George’s Shrine,” he answered. “God be with you.”
I didn’t have time to consider how odd his lack of surprise was. Instead, I focused on the soldiers pushing through the crowd. Their white surcoats with red Maltese crosses marked them as Knights of the Temple of Solomon. Despite their holy orders, they lay about themselves freely with swords and maces, unconcerned by the harm they caused.
A few moments later, Emily returned, saying, “It’s a courtyard surrounded by old buildings. I didn’t see anyone, so we should be safe there.”
Closing my eyes, I willed myself into insubstantiality. I had become quicker at it, but it was still tiring. Without waiting, I thrust my arms into the wall behind us, ignoring the unpleasant muddy sensation, and pushed my way through it.
On the far side, I collapsed onto the courtyard’s flagstones, panting. A glance revealed arches on the lower floor. Vines climbed these on trellises, draping red and white flowers along the second floor's veranda railing. A nearby lemon tree lightly perfumed the air.
I was safe for the moment.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Slowburn #Yuri
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#WordWeavers May 3: Tell us one thing you love about your story.
Bijou #TimeTravelingGhost: Doing a "sophisticated" pulp-inspired work is like reliving much of my early reading history. "Amazing Magazine," "Analog," "Astounding," Doc Savage, Edgar Rice Burroughs, with a touch H. Rider Haggard thrown in. #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever.
#Airisu : The Crow and the Witch: A crow narrator is a lot of fun. She can do and say things that a human character would be hated for.
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#WordWeavers May 3: Tell us one thing you love about your story.
Bijou #TimeTravelingGhost: Doing a "sophisticated" pulp-inspired work is like reliving much of my early reading history. "Amazing Magazine," "Analog," "Astounding," Doc Savage, Edgar Rice Burroughs, with a touch H. Rider Haggard thrown in. #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever.
#Airisu : The Crow and the Witch: A crow narrator is a lot of fun. She can do and say things that a human character would be hated for.
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#WordWeavers May 2: How much longer do you think it’ll take you to finish your WIP?
Volume one of #TimeTravelingGhost should be in rough draft in the next month or two. Given my usual speed, the next two planned volumes should be finished in a year.
Given I am working on a second series at the same time, this is faster than I used to be.
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#WordWeavers May 2: How much longer do you think it’ll take you to finish your WIP?
Volume one of #TimeTravelingGhost should be in rough draft in the next month or two. Given my usual speed, the next two planned volumes should be finished in a year.
Given I am working on a second series at the same time, this is faster than I used to be.
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#WordWeavers May 2: How much longer do you think it’ll take you to finish your WIP?
Volume one of #TimeTravelingGhost should be in rough draft in the next month or two. Given my usual speed, the next two planned volumes should be finished in a year.
Given I am working on a second series at the same time, this is faster than I used to be.
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#WordWeavers May 2: How much longer do you think it’ll take you to finish your WIP?
Volume one of #TimeTravelingGhost should be in rough draft in the next month or two. Given my usual speed, the next two planned volumes should be finished in a year.
Given I am working on a second series at the same time, this is faster than I used to be.