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  1. With the other refugees, the triggers for PTSD reactions were the obvious culprits--noises that resembled explosions, electrical smells, or smells of gasoline or chlorine, sudden flashes, crowds--but with the boy, it wasn't clear. Some moments--could be the calmest, most tranquil moments--he'd be trembling as if from an essential #tremor. No telling what set it off or relieved it, but one thing was known: when he was with #horses, his hands & body were steady and gentle.

    #wss366 #microfiction

  2. With the other refugees, the triggers for PTSD reactions were the obvious culprits--noises that resembled explosions, electrical smells, or smells of gasoline or chlorine, sudden flashes, crowds--but with the boy, it wasn't clear. Some moments--could be the calmest, most tranquil moments--he'd be trembling as if from an essential #tremor. No telling what set it off or relieved it, but one thing was known: when he was with #horses, his hands & body were steady and gentle.

    #wss366 #microfiction

  3. With the other refugees, the triggers for PTSD reactions were the obvious culprits--noises that resembled explosions, electrical smells, or smells of gasoline or chlorine, sudden flashes, crowds--but with the boy, it wasn't clear. Some moments--could be the calmest, most tranquil moments--he'd be trembling as if from an essential #tremor. No telling what set it off or relieved it, but one thing was known: when he was with #horses, his hands & body were steady and gentle.

    #wss366 #microfiction

  4. With the other refugees, the triggers for PTSD reactions were the obvious culprits--noises that resembled explosions, electrical smells, or smells of gasoline or chlorine, sudden flashes, crowds--but with the boy, it wasn't clear. Some moments--could be the calmest, most tranquil moments--he'd be trembling as if from an essential #tremor. No telling what set it off or relieved it, but one thing was known: when he was with #horses, his hands & body were steady and gentle.

    #wss366 #microfiction

  5. With the other refugees, the triggers for PTSD reactions were the obvious culprits--noises that resembled explosions, electrical smells, or smells of gasoline or chlorine, sudden flashes, crowds--but with the boy, it wasn't clear. Some moments--could be the calmest, most tranquil moments--he'd be trembling as if from an essential #tremor. No telling what set it off or relieved it, but one thing was known: when he was with #horses, his hands & body were steady and gentle.

    #wss366 #microfiction

  6. Mary sat down with her cup of tea. She heard a loud bang from upstairs and a #tremor ran through the house. Ripples formed in her teacup as the house shook.
    "Go to sleep, Billy," she called up.
    There were more thumps and bangs and she could hear him yelling as he stomped around in his room.
    She sighed, got up from her seat, and walked up the stairs. She stood outside his door.
    "What's wrong, Billy?"
    "It's gone!" he screamed. "I can't find it!" (1/2) #wss366

  7. Mary sat down with her cup of tea. She heard a loud bang from upstairs and a #tremor ran through the house. Ripples formed in her teacup as the house shook.
    "Go to sleep, Billy," she called up.
    There were more thumps and bangs and she could hear him yelling as he stomped around in his room.
    She sighed, got up from her seat, and walked up the stairs. She stood outside his door.
    "What's wrong, Billy?"
    "It's gone!" he screamed. "I can't find it!" (1/2) #wss366

  8. Mary sat down with her cup of tea. She heard a loud bang from upstairs and a #tremor ran through the house. Ripples formed in her teacup as the house shook.
    "Go to sleep, Billy," she called up.
    There were more thumps and bangs and she could hear him yelling as he stomped around in his room.
    She sighed, got up from her seat, and walked up the stairs. She stood outside his door.
    "What's wrong, Billy?"
    "It's gone!" he screamed. "I can't find it!" (1/2) #wss366

  9. Mary sat down with her cup of tea. She heard a loud bang from upstairs and a #tremor ran through the house. Ripples formed in her teacup as the house shook.
    "Go to sleep, Billy," she called up.
    There were more thumps and bangs and she could hear him yelling as he stomped around in his room.
    She sighed, got up from her seat, and walked up the stairs. She stood outside his door.
    "What's wrong, Billy?"
    "It's gone!" he screamed. "I can't find it!" (1/2) #wss366

  10. Mary sat down with her cup of tea. She heard a loud bang from upstairs and a #tremor ran through the house. Ripples formed in her teacup as the house shook.
    "Go to sleep, Billy," she called up.
    There were more thumps and bangs and she could hear him yelling as he stomped around in his room.
    She sighed, got up from her seat, and walked up the stairs. She stood outside his door.
    "What's wrong, Billy?"
    "It's gone!" he screamed. "I can't find it!" (1/2) #wss366

  11. #TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 125, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

    #Wss366 Tremor #TimeTravelAuthors 08/17. Does anyone travel to the future? What did they (or would they) think of it?

    I made my way back into the meadow at the forest’s edge and sat down where I could see both the woodland path and the trampled circle below. Strawberries gleamed in the nearby grass, and I idly picked a few.

    When I sampled one, a tart sweetness spread across my tongue, reminiscent of wild Écouves berries.

    The Écouves Forest; that was an odd detail to remember. Even though I had forgotten my past, I still had access to a lot of random information. I understood that was common for people with amnesia.

    The fruit was truly delicious, better than ones I’d had at fancy restaurants, like on the Hindenburg.

    I stopped, and a #tremor passed through me: another memory! It was just a brief glimpse, but I could extrapolate from it. The Hindenburg crashed in 1937. I didn’t know what the current date was, but nothing like the sphinx had existed in the history I “knew.” This must be the future. Given the age of the monolith, it was the far future!

    None of this made sense. Maybe none of it was real. Was I a psychotic patient in a mental ward?

    I looked around for any sign that I was hallucinating. I pinched myself. It was a cliché test, but the pain reassured me. My chaotic memories were bizarre, but the world was stable, unlike a delusion or dream. The majestic trees appeared ageless, yet otherwise mundane. There was no sinister overlay to the oaks, ash, and pines. The grass smelled fresh and green. A wind with the subtle scent of summer brushed my cheek. It seemed idyllic. Nothing like the ravings of a mad person. Rather lonely, though.

    I gave up on my speculation and followed the flow of my thoughts. I wished Emily were there with me. Yes, Emily! A vague image of a woman arose. She had bobbed, short, black hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a slight Asian cast to her features.

    “Emily, Emily, Emily,” I said to myself. Was she my girlfriend, partner, or coworker? Whoever she was, she was important to me.

    The last strawberry went into my mouth. She would have loved these. I almost heard her say, “They’re peachy; the cat’s pajamas.” Her deep-timbered voice blended with the sound of flutes.

    At first, I thought I’d imagined the music. But no, the wind from the woods was carrying it to me. I wasn’t alone!

    #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

  12. #TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 125, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

    #Wss366 Tremor #TimeTravelAuthors 08/17. Does anyone travel to the future? What did they (or would they) think of it?

    I made my way back into the meadow at the forest’s edge and sat down where I could see both the woodland path and the trampled circle below. Strawberries gleamed in the nearby grass, and I idly picked a few.

    When I sampled one, a tart sweetness spread across my tongue, reminiscent of wild Écouves berries.

    The Écouves Forest; that was an odd detail to remember. Even though I had forgotten my past, I still had access to a lot of random information. I understood that was common for people with amnesia.

    The fruit was truly delicious, better than ones I’d had at fancy restaurants, like on the Hindenburg.

    I stopped, and a #tremor passed through me: another memory! It was just a brief glimpse, but I could extrapolate from it. The Hindenburg crashed in 1937. I didn’t know what the current date was, but nothing like the sphinx had existed in the history I “knew.” This must be the future. Given the age of the monolith, it was the far future!

    None of this made sense. Maybe none of it was real. Was I a psychotic patient in a mental ward?

    I looked around for any sign that I was hallucinating. I pinched myself. It was a cliché test, but the pain reassured me. My chaotic memories were bizarre, but the world was stable, unlike a delusion or dream. The majestic trees appeared ageless, yet otherwise mundane. There was no sinister overlay to the oaks, ash, and pines. The grass smelled fresh and green. A wind with the subtle scent of summer brushed my cheek. It seemed idyllic. Nothing like the ravings of a mad person. Rather lonely, though.

    I gave up on my speculation and followed the flow of my thoughts. I wished Emily were there with me. Yes, Emily! A vague image of a woman arose. She had bobbed, short, black hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a slight Asian cast to her features.

    “Emily, Emily, Emily,” I said to myself. Was she my girlfriend, partner, or coworker? Whoever she was, she was important to me.

    The last strawberry went into my mouth. She would have loved these. I almost heard her say, “They’re peachy; the cat’s pajamas.” Her deep-timbered voice blended with the sound of flutes.

    At first, I thought I’d imagined the music. But no, the wind from the woods was carrying it to me. I wasn’t alone!

    #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

  13. #TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 125, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

    #Wss366 Tremor #TimeTravelAuthors 08/17. Does anyone travel to the future? What did they (or would they) think of it?

    I made my way back into the meadow at the forest’s edge and sat down where I could see both the woodland path and the trampled circle below. Strawberries gleamed in the nearby grass, and I idly picked a few.

    When I sampled one, a tart sweetness spread across my tongue, reminiscent of wild Écouves berries.

    The Écouves Forest; that was an odd detail to remember. Even though I had forgotten my past, I still had access to a lot of random information. I understood that was common for people with amnesia.

    The fruit was truly delicious, better than ones I’d had at fancy restaurants, like on the Hindenburg.

    I stopped, and a #tremor passed through me: another memory! It was just a brief glimpse, but I could extrapolate from it. The Hindenburg crashed in 1937. I didn’t know what the current date was, but nothing like the sphinx had existed in the history I “knew.” This must be the future. Given the age of the monolith, it was the far future!

    None of this made sense. Maybe none of it was real. Was I a psychotic patient in a mental ward?

    I looked around for any sign that I was hallucinating. I pinched myself. It was a cliché test, but the pain reassured me. My chaotic memories were bizarre, but the world was stable, unlike a delusion or dream. The majestic trees appeared ageless, yet otherwise mundane. There was no sinister overlay to the oaks, ash, and pines. The grass smelled fresh and green. A wind with the subtle scent of summer brushed my cheek. It seemed idyllic. Nothing like the ravings of a mad person. Rather lonely, though.

    I gave up on my speculation and followed the flow of my thoughts. I wished Emily were there with me. Yes, Emily! A vague image of a woman arose. She had bobbed, short, black hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a slight Asian cast to her features.

    “Emily, Emily, Emily,” I said to myself. Was she my girlfriend, partner, or coworker? Whoever she was, she was important to me.

    The last strawberry went into my mouth. She would have loved these. I almost heard her say, “They’re peachy; the cat’s pajamas.” Her deep-timbered voice blended with the sound of flutes.

    At first, I thought I’d imagined the music. But no, the wind from the woods was carrying it to me. I wasn’t alone!

    #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

  14. #TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 125, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

    #Wss366 Tremor #TimeTravelAuthors 08/17. Does anyone travel to the future? What did they (or would they) think of it?

    I made my way back into the meadow at the forest’s edge and sat down where I could see both the woodland path and the trampled circle below. Strawberries gleamed in the nearby grass, and I idly picked a few.

    When I sampled one, a tart sweetness spread across my tongue, reminiscent of wild Écouves berries.

    The Écouves Forest; that was an odd detail to remember. Even though I had forgotten my past, I still had access to a lot of random information. I understood that was common for people with amnesia.

    The fruit was truly delicious, better than ones I’d had at fancy restaurants, like on the Hindenburg.

    I stopped, and a #tremor passed through me: another memory! It was just a brief glimpse, but I could extrapolate from it. The Hindenburg crashed in 1937. I didn’t know what the current date was, but nothing like the sphinx had existed in the history I “knew.” This must be the future. Given the age of the monolith, it was the far future!

    None of this made sense. Maybe none of it was real. Was I a psychotic patient in a mental ward?

    I looked around for any sign that I was hallucinating. I pinched myself. It was a cliché test, but the pain reassured me. My chaotic memories were bizarre, but the world was stable, unlike a delusion or dream. The majestic trees appeared ageless, yet otherwise mundane. There was no sinister overlay to the oaks, ash, and pines. The grass smelled fresh and green. A wind with the subtle scent of summer brushed my cheek. It seemed idyllic. Nothing like the ravings of a mad person. Rather lonely, though.

    I gave up on my speculation and followed the flow of my thoughts. I wished Emily were there with me. Yes, Emily! A vague image of a woman arose. She had bobbed, short, black hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a slight Asian cast to her features.

    “Emily, Emily, Emily,” I said to myself. Was she my girlfriend, partner, or coworker? Whoever she was, she was important to me.

    The last strawberry went into my mouth. She would have loved these. I almost heard her say, “They’re peachy; the cat’s pajamas.” Her deep-timbered voice blended with the sound of flutes.

    At first, I thought I’d imagined the music. But no, the wind from the woods was carrying it to me. I wasn’t alone!

    #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

  15. #TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 125, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

    #Wss366 Tremor #TimeTravelAuthors 08/17. Does anyone travel to the future? What did they (or would they) think of it?

    I made my way back into the meadow at the forest’s edge and sat down where I could see both the woodland path and the trampled circle below. Strawberries gleamed in the nearby grass, and I idly picked a few.

    When I sampled one, a tart sweetness spread across my tongue, reminiscent of wild Écouves berries.

    The Écouves Forest; that was an odd detail to remember. Even though I had forgotten my past, I still had access to a lot of random information. I understood that was common for people with amnesia.

    The fruit was truly delicious, better than ones I’d had at fancy restaurants, like on the Hindenburg.

    I stopped, and a #tremor passed through me: another memory! It was just a brief glimpse, but I could extrapolate from it. The Hindenburg crashed in 1937. I didn’t know what the current date was, but nothing like the sphinx had existed in the history I “knew.” This must be the future. Given the age of the monolith, it was the far future!

    None of this made sense. Maybe none of it was real. Was I a psychotic patient in a mental ward?

    I looked around for any sign that I was hallucinating. I pinched myself. It was a cliché test, but the pain reassured me. My chaotic memories were bizarre, but the world was stable, unlike a delusion or dream. The majestic trees appeared ageless, yet otherwise mundane. There was no sinister overlay to the oaks, ash, and pines. The grass smelled fresh and green. A wind with the subtle scent of summer brushed my cheek. It seemed idyllic. Nothing like the ravings of a mad person. Rather lonely, though.

    I gave up on my speculation and followed the flow of my thoughts. I wished Emily were there with me. Yes, Emily! A vague image of a woman arose. She had bobbed, short, black hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a slight Asian cast to her features.

    “Emily, Emily, Emily,” I said to myself. Was she my girlfriend, partner, or coworker? Whoever she was, she was important to me.

    The last strawberry went into my mouth. She would have loved these. I almost heard her say, “They’re peachy; the cat’s pajamas.” Her deep-timbered voice blended with the sound of flutes.

    At first, I thought I’d imagined the music. But no, the wind from the woods was carrying it to me. I wasn’t alone!

    #TootFic #NMFic #TimeTravel #HistoricalFantasy #UrbanFantasy #Mythpunk #Serial #Sapphic #Slowburn

  16. Living near a dry cleaner may come with an unexpected Parkinson’s disease link

    A nationwide Medicare study found a clear distance-response pattern between residential proximity to dry cleaners and Parkinson’s disease,…
    #NewsBeep #News #Healthcare #AU #Australia #Contamination #Dementia #Genetic #Health #InternationalClassificationofDiseases #Medicare #Parkinson’sdisease #research #Tremor
    newsbeep.com/au/847293/

  17. Living near a dry cleaner may come with an unexpected Parkinson’s disease link

    A nationwide Medicare study found a clear distance-response pattern between residential proximity to dry cleaners and Parkinson’s disease,…
    #NewsBeep #News #Healthcare #AU #Australia #Contamination #Dementia #Genetic #Health #InternationalClassificationofDiseases #Medicare #Parkinson’sdisease #research #Tremor
    newsbeep.com/au/847293/

  18. M5.6 Yamanashi quake injures 10, Fuji alert unchanged

    JMA warned that areas hit by strong shaking face a heightened risk of building damage and landslides, especially if further rain falls. The agency urged people to avoid dangerous areas unless absolutely necessary. Residents have been told to remain c…
    #Japan #JP #MountFuji #aftershocks #breakingnews #japanearthquake #MountFujiNews #news #Tokyo #tremor #富士山
    alojapan.com/1504217/m5-6-yama

  19. M5.6 Yamanashi quake injures 10, Fuji alert unchanged

    JMA warned that areas hit by strong shaking face a heightened risk of building damage and landslides, especially if further rain falls. The agency urged people to avoid dangerous areas unless absolutely necessary. Residents have been told to remain c…
    #Japan #JP #MountFuji #aftershocks #breakingnews #japanearthquake #MountFujiNews #news #Tokyo #tremor #富士山
    alojapan.com/1504217/m5-6-yama

  20. alojapan.com/1504217/m5-6-yama M5.6 Yamanashi quake injures 10, Fuji alert unchanged #aftershocks #BreakingNews #Japan #JapanEarthquake #MountFuji #MountFujiNews #MountFuji #news #Tokyo #tremor #富士山 JMA warned that areas hit by strong shaking face a heightened risk of building damage and landslides, especially if further rain falls. The agency urged people to avoid dangerous areas unless absolutely necessary. Residents have been told to remain cautious for about a week, pa

  21. alojapan.com/1504217/m5-6-yama M5.6 Yamanashi quake injures 10, Fuji alert unchanged #aftershocks #BreakingNews #Japan #JapanEarthquake #MountFuji #MountFujiNews #MountFuji #news #Tokyo #tremor #富士山 JMA warned that areas hit by strong shaking face a heightened risk of building damage and landslides, especially if further rain falls. The agency urged people to avoid dangerous areas unless absolutely necessary. Residents have been told to remain cautious for about a week, pa