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  1. Chapter 34 done of my Urban Fantasy story, and 4 more to go before I can start editing it. (: This is a long boy, but man is it fun to take some hours to make the world come alive.

    Especially the last chapter was fun and full of strange creatures from crab people, to cursed humans. <3

    #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #IAmWriting #Writing #author #indieauthor

  2. Chapter 34 done of my Urban Fantasy story, and 4 more to go before I can start editing it. (: This is a long boy, but man is it fun to take some hours to make the world come alive.

    Especially the last chapter was fun and full of strange creatures from crab people, to cursed humans. <3

    #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #IAmWriting #Writing #author #indieauthor

  3. Chapter 34 done of my Urban Fantasy story, and 4 more to go before I can start editing it. (: This is a long boy, but man is it fun to take some hours to make the world come alive.

    Especially the last chapter was fun and full of strange creatures from crab people, to cursed humans. <3

    #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #IAmWriting #Writing #author #indieauthor

  4. Chapter 34 done of my Urban Fantasy story, and 4 more to go before I can start editing it. (: This is a long boy, but man is it fun to take some hours to make the world come alive.

    Especially the last chapter was fun and full of strange creatures from crab people, to cursed humans. <3

    #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #IAmWriting #Writing #author #indieauthor

  5. Meet Caroline from Her Borrowed Grave.
    Caroline Walters would be using her week to finish her tapestry, based on an unfinished Old English poem, but for some reason, the universe has decided to use her week without childcare responsibilities to drop her headfirst into situation beyond her understanding.
    #UrbanFantasy
    coming 8th October

  6. Meet Caroline from Her Borrowed Grave.
    Caroline Walters would be using her week to finish her tapestry, based on an unfinished Old English poem, but for some reason, the universe has decided to use her week without childcare responsibilities to drop her headfirst into situation beyond her understanding.
    #UrbanFantasy
    coming 8th October

  7. Meet Caroline from Her Borrowed Grave.
    Caroline Walters would be using her week to finish her tapestry, based on an unfinished Old English poem, but for some reason, the universe has decided to use her week without childcare responsibilities to drop her headfirst into situation beyond her understanding.
    #UrbanFantasy
    coming 8th October

  8. Meet Caroline from Her Borrowed Grave.
    Caroline Walters would be using her week to finish her tapestry, based on an unfinished Old English poem, but for some reason, the universe has decided to use her week without childcare responsibilities to drop her headfirst into situation beyond her understanding.
    #UrbanFantasy
    coming 8th October

  9. Meet Caroline from Her Borrowed Grave.
    Caroline Walters would be using her week to finish her tapestry, based on an unfinished Old English poem, but for some reason, the universe has decided to use her week without childcare responsibilities to drop her headfirst into situation beyond her understanding.
    #UrbanFantasy
    coming 8th October

  10. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 57
    #Wss366 Tang #TimeTravelAuthors 8/22 Whatever

    Armed with the map of the fortress and its grounds, we continued toward the citadel. The parade of passages, gates, and courtyards along the way was bewildering. I had forgotten just how bad it was to be a ground-hugger. If only I could take off and fly, I would be at the castle within minutes.

    The evening chill had set in by the time we passed through the last gate and entered the main building.

    The Spartan interior took me by surprise. I’d been expecting opulence. The #tang of oil rather than incense flavored the air. Instead of tapestries and painted screens, stacks of supplies and siege equipment dominated the room. It was so cavernous I could have flown around unhindered.

    On climbing to the next floor, we found the same thing. It was largely an open space with arrow slits in the walls. Guards were resting in small clumps, chatting. Their voices echoed eerily.

    I imagined what the scene would have been like during wartime, with soldiers milling about. The air would have been filled with battle cries and the sound of flying arrows. Just the idea of their hectic motion made me want to seek shelter in the rafters.

    Fortunately, the guards at the stairs and checkpoints were casual, and we reached the fourth floor without issue.

    Of course, as the mountain shaman had warned, that’s where the problems began.

    As we entered, I cawed, “We’ve been seen!”

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

  11. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 57
    #Wss366 Tang #TimeTravelAuthors 8/22 Whatever

    Armed with the map of the fortress and its grounds, we continued toward the citadel. The parade of passages, gates, and courtyards along the way was bewildering. I had forgotten just how bad it was to be a ground-hugger. If only I could take off and fly, I would be at the castle within minutes.

    The evening chill had set in by the time we passed through the last gate and entered the main building.

    The Spartan interior took me by surprise. I’d been expecting opulence. The #tang of oil rather than incense flavored the air. Instead of tapestries and painted screens, stacks of supplies and siege equipment dominated the room. It was so cavernous I could have flown around unhindered.

    On climbing to the next floor, we found the same thing. It was largely an open space with arrow slits in the walls. Guards were resting in small clumps, chatting. Their voices echoed eerily.

    I imagined what the scene would have been like during wartime, with soldiers milling about. The air would have been filled with battle cries and the sound of flying arrows. Just the idea of their hectic motion made me want to seek shelter in the rafters.

    Fortunately, the guards at the stairs and checkpoints were casual, and we reached the fourth floor without issue.

    Of course, as the mountain shaman had warned, that’s where the problems began.

    As we entered, I cawed, “We’ve been seen!”

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

  12. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 57
    #Wss366 Tang #TimeTravelAuthors 8/22 Whatever

    Armed with the map of the fortress and its grounds, we continued toward the citadel. The parade of passages, gates, and courtyards along the way was bewildering. I had forgotten just how bad it was to be a ground-hugger. If only I could take off and fly, I would be at the castle within minutes.

    The evening chill had set in by the time we passed through the last gate and entered the main building.

    The Spartan interior took me by surprise. I’d been expecting opulence. The #tang of oil rather than incense flavored the air. Instead of tapestries and painted screens, stacks of supplies and siege equipment dominated the room. It was so cavernous I could have flown around unhindered.

    On climbing to the next floor, we found the same thing. It was largely an open space with arrow slits in the walls. Guards were resting in small clumps, chatting. Their voices echoed eerily.

    I imagined what the scene would have been like during wartime, with soldiers milling about. The air would have been filled with battle cries and the sound of flying arrows. Just the idea of their hectic motion made me want to seek shelter in the rafters.

    Fortunately, the guards at the stairs and checkpoints were casual, and we reached the fourth floor without issue.

    Of course, as the mountain shaman had warned, that’s where the problems began.

    As we entered, I cawed, “We’ve been seen!”

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

  13. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 57
    #Wss366 Tang #TimeTravelAuthors 8/22 Whatever

    Armed with the map of the fortress and its grounds, we continued toward the citadel. The parade of passages, gates, and courtyards along the way was bewildering. I had forgotten just how bad it was to be a ground-hugger. If only I could take off and fly, I would be at the castle within minutes.

    The evening chill had set in by the time we passed through the last gate and entered the main building.

    The Spartan interior took me by surprise. I’d been expecting opulence. The #tang of oil rather than incense flavored the air. Instead of tapestries and painted screens, stacks of supplies and siege equipment dominated the room. It was so cavernous I could have flown around unhindered.

    On climbing to the next floor, we found the same thing. It was largely an open space with arrow slits in the walls. Guards were resting in small clumps, chatting. Their voices echoed eerily.

    I imagined what the scene would have been like during wartime, with soldiers milling about. The air would have been filled with battle cries and the sound of flying arrows. Just the idea of their hectic motion made me want to seek shelter in the rafters.

    Fortunately, the guards at the stairs and checkpoints were casual, and we reached the fourth floor without issue.

    Of course, as the mountain shaman had warned, that’s where the problems began.

    As we entered, I cawed, “We’ve been seen!”

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

  14. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 57
    #Wss366 Tang #TimeTravelAuthors 8/22 Whatever

    Armed with the map of the fortress and its grounds, we continued toward the citadel. The parade of passages, gates, and courtyards along the way was bewildering. I had forgotten just how bad it was to be a ground-hugger. If only I could take off and fly, I would be at the castle within minutes.

    The evening chill had set in by the time we passed through the last gate and entered the main building.

    The Spartan interior took me by surprise. I’d been expecting opulence. The #tang of oil rather than incense flavored the air. Instead of tapestries and painted screens, stacks of supplies and siege equipment dominated the room. It was so cavernous I could have flown around unhindered.

    On climbing to the next floor, we found the same thing. It was largely an open space with arrow slits in the walls. Guards were resting in small clumps, chatting. Their voices echoed eerily.

    I imagined what the scene would have been like during wartime, with soldiers milling about. The air would have been filled with battle cries and the sound of flying arrows. Just the idea of their hectic motion made me want to seek shelter in the rafters.

    Fortunately, the guards at the stairs and checkpoints were casual, and we reached the fourth floor without issue.

    Of course, as the mountain shaman had warned, that’s where the problems began.

    As we entered, I cawed, “We’ve been seen!”

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

  15. #phantastikprompts 20.8.
    Was würdest du deiner Hauptfigur zum Geburtstag schenken?

    Fabian aus "Hexen in Hamburg: Vergoldet" würde von mir ein Freundschaftsarmbändchen bekommen - für ihn sind Freundschaften genau so wichtig wie andere Beziehungen.

    Link zur Buchreihe:
    amalia-zeichnerin.net/hexen/

    #Freundschaft #Hexen #HexenInHamburg #UrbanFantasy #Lesen #Buch

  16. #phantastikprompts 20.8.
    Was würdest du deiner Hauptfigur zum Geburtstag schenken?

    Fabian aus "Hexen in Hamburg: Vergoldet" würde von mir ein Freundschaftsarmbändchen bekommen - für ihn sind Freundschaften genau so wichtig wie andere Beziehungen.

    Link zur Buchreihe:
    amalia-zeichnerin.net/hexen/

    #Freundschaft #Hexen #HexenInHamburg #UrbanFantasy #Lesen #Buch

  17. #phantastikprompts 20.8.
    Was würdest du deiner Hauptfigur zum Geburtstag schenken?

    Fabian aus "Hexen in Hamburg: Vergoldet" würde von mir ein Freundschaftsarmbändchen bekommen - für ihn sind Freundschaften genau so wichtig wie andere Beziehungen.

    Link zur Buchreihe:
    amalia-zeichnerin.net/hexen/

    #Freundschaft #Hexen #HexenInHamburg #UrbanFantasy #Lesen #Buch

  18. #phantastikprompts 20.8.
    Was würdest du deiner Hauptfigur zum Geburtstag schenken?

    Fabian aus "Hexen in Hamburg: Vergoldet" würde von mir ein Freundschaftsarmbändchen bekommen - für ihn sind Freundschaften genau so wichtig wie andere Beziehungen.

    Link zur Buchreihe:
    amalia-zeichnerin.net/hexen/

    #Freundschaft #Hexen #HexenInHamburg #UrbanFantasy #Lesen #Buch

  19. #phantastikprompts 20.8.
    Was würdest du deiner Hauptfigur zum Geburtstag schenken?

    Fabian aus "Hexen in Hamburg: Vergoldet" würde von mir ein Freundschaftsarmbändchen bekommen - für ihn sind Freundschaften genau so wichtig wie andere Beziehungen.

    Link zur Buchreihe:
    amalia-zeichnerin.net/hexen/

    #Freundschaft #Hexen #HexenInHamburg #UrbanFantasy #Lesen #Buch

  20. Book Quote Wednesday's word is 'busy' #BookQW

    Dan Mackmain can tell he's going to have his hands full any time now. He really would like to get some idea of what's going on here first.

    The Green Man's Debt will be published by Wizard's Tower Press on 10th September 2026

    You can find pre-order links for a wide range of UK, US and international retailers here wizardstowerpress.com/books-2/

    #Books #SFF #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

  21. Book Quote Wednesday's word is 'busy' #BookQW

    Dan Mackmain can tell he's going to have his hands full any time now. He really would like to get some idea of what's going on here first.

    The Green Man's Debt will be published by Wizard's Tower Press on 10th September 2026

    You can find pre-order links for a wide range of UK, US and international retailers here wizardstowerpress.com/books-2/

    #Books #SFF #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

  22. Book Quote Wednesday's word is 'busy' #BookQW

    Dan Mackmain can tell he's going to have his hands full any time now. He really would like to get some idea of what's going on here first.

    The Green Man's Debt will be published by Wizard's Tower Press on 10th September 2026

    You can find pre-order links for a wide range of UK, US and international retailers here wizardstowerpress.com/books-2/

    #Books #SFF #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

  23. Book Quote Wednesday's word is 'busy' #BookQW

    Dan Mackmain can tell he's going to have his hands full any time now. He really would like to get some idea of what's going on here first.

    The Green Man's Debt will be published by Wizard's Tower Press on 10th September 2026

    You can find pre-order links for a wide range of UK, US and international retailers here wizardstowerpress.com/books-2/

    #Books #SFF #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

  24. Book Quote Wednesday's word is 'busy' #BookQW

    Dan Mackmain can tell he's going to have his hands full any time now. He really would like to get some idea of what's going on here first.

    The Green Man's Debt will be published by Wizard's Tower Press on 10th September 2026

    You can find pre-order links for a wide range of UK, US and international retailers here wizardstowerpress.com/books-2/

    #Books #SFF #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy

  25. Bitter Spirits (Arcane Wonderland #2) by Jami Gray
    Release Date August 18, 2026

    risingshadow.net/book/83821-bi

  26. Hell's Half Acre (Infernal Affairs #2) by Sherrilyn Kenyon
    Release Date August 18, 2026

    risingshadow.net/book/84975-he

  27. Is #urbanfantasy inherently #queer ? I think there is an argument that media like twilight, buffy, supernatural, the dresden files, etc. are "accidentally queer".

    The metaphor of the supernatural living amongst the "normal people", and either hiding it or embracing who they are is literally what queer people deal with in their own lives. I don't think the creators of this media necessarily realized this, but it would explain why they resonate so strongly with queer audiences.

    #Bookstodon

  28. Is #urbanfantasy inherently #queer ? I think there is an argument that media like twilight, buffy, supernatural, the dresden files, etc. are "accidentally queer".

    The metaphor of the supernatural living amongst the "normal people", and either hiding it or embracing who they are is literally what queer people deal with in their own lives. I don't think the creators of this media necessarily realized this, but it would explain why they resonate so strongly with queer audiences.

    #Bookstodon

  29. Is #urbanfantasy inherently #queer ? I think there is an argument that media like twilight, buffy, supernatural, the dresden files, etc. are "accidentally queer".

    The metaphor of the supernatural living amongst the "normal people", and either hiding it or embracing who they are is literally what queer people deal with in their own lives. I don't think the creators of this media necessarily realized this, but it would explain why they resonate so strongly with queer audiences.

    #Bookstodon

  30. Is #urbanfantasy inherently #queer ? I think there is an argument that media like twilight, buffy, supernatural, the dresden files, etc. are "accidentally queer".

    The metaphor of the supernatural living amongst the "normal people", and either hiding it or embracing who they are is literally what queer people deal with in their own lives. I don't think the creators of this media necessarily realized this, but it would explain why they resonate so strongly with queer audiences.

    #Bookstodon

  31. Is #urbanfantasy inherently #queer ? I think there is an argument that media like twilight, buffy, supernatural, the dresden files, etc. are "accidentally queer".

    The metaphor of the supernatural living amongst the "normal people", and either hiding it or embracing who they are is literally what queer people deal with in their own lives. I don't think the creators of this media necessarily realized this, but it would explain why they resonate so strongly with queer audiences.

    #Bookstodon

  32. #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

  33. #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

  34. #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

  35. #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

  36. #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

  37. Her Borrowed Grave has always been the story of a crime committed in 6th Century York, that was only resolved in the 21st Century. It is one of those books that built up over time. The first draft of the story began in 2004, when I wondered what archaeology the repair of the flood defences in the centre of York. It added folklore and ancient gods. Unfinished Anglo-Saxon poems, and more recently forensic science and tapestry.
    More here vanessajknipe.com/my-new-book
    #UrbanFantasy #Bookstodon

  38. Her Borrowed Grave has always been the story of a crime committed in 6th Century York, that was only resolved in the 21st Century. It is one of those books that built up over time. The first draft of the story began in 2004, when I wondered what archaeology the repair of the flood defences in the centre of York. It added folklore and ancient gods. Unfinished Anglo-Saxon poems, and more recently forensic science and tapestry.
    More here vanessajknipe.com/my-new-book
    #UrbanFantasy #Bookstodon

  39. Her Borrowed Grave has always been the story of a crime committed in 6th Century York, that was only resolved in the 21st Century. It is one of those books that built up over time. The first draft of the story began in 2004, when I wondered what archaeology the repair of the flood defences in the centre of York. It added folklore and ancient gods. Unfinished Anglo-Saxon poems, and more recently forensic science and tapestry.
    More here vanessajknipe.com/my-new-book
    #UrbanFantasy #Bookstodon

  40. Her Borrowed Grave has always been the story of a crime committed in 6th Century York, that was only resolved in the 21st Century. It is one of those books that built up over time. The first draft of the story began in 2004, when I wondered what archaeology the repair of the flood defences in the centre of York. It added folklore and ancient gods. Unfinished Anglo-Saxon poems, and more recently forensic science and tapestry.
    More here vanessajknipe.com/my-new-book
    #UrbanFantasy #Bookstodon

  41. Her Borrowed Grave has always been the story of a crime committed in 6th Century York, that was only resolved in the 21st Century. It is one of those books that built up over time. The first draft of the story began in 2004, when I wondered what archaeology the repair of the flood defences in the centre of York. It added folklore and ancient gods. Unfinished Anglo-Saxon poems, and more recently forensic science and tapestry.
    More here vanessajknipe.com/my-new-book
    #UrbanFantasy #Bookstodon

  42. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 56
    #Wss366 Welcome #TimeTravelAuthors 8/16 Whatever

    Beyond the archway stood a body of water, several paths, and a passage in the wall. One of my friends, a big bill, was enjoying the pool. I hoped he got leprosy.

    Mistress looked around and said, “Hum?”

    What did the mountain shaman mean by saying it would be easy to climb to the fourth floor of the fortress? It would be a major feat to even reach the castle, which loomed ahead, off to our right.

    My opinion of Sumika’s prior incarnation plummeted. No wonder Glinda-chan was such a pigeon.

    While I stewed, she moved into an alcove where no one would overhear us and reached into her robe.

    “A map,” she said, pulling out a printed sheet and waving it in front of me. “And you thought I was a silly starling!”

    “I’m impressed. My fledgling is growing up to be a wise crow like me. I knew joining your murder was a brilliant idea!”

    “First, I am not yours! But thank you. That is the first nice thing you’ve said to me, even if you’re confused about who’s mistress here.”

    “You’re #welcome, Mistress.” I suppressed my laugh as too noisy for our current situation.

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

  43. #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

    Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 56
    #Wss366 Welcome #TimeTravelAuthors 8/16 Whatever

    Beyond the archway stood a body of water, several paths, and a passage in the wall. One of my friends, a big bill, was enjoying the pool. I hoped he got leprosy.

    Mistress looked around and said, “Hum?”

    What did the mountain shaman mean by saying it would be easy to climb to the fourth floor of the fortress? It would be a major feat to even reach the castle, which loomed ahead, off to our right.

    My opinion of Sumika’s prior incarnation plummeted. No wonder Glinda-chan was such a pigeon.

    While I stewed, she moved into an alcove where no one would overhear us and reached into her robe.

    “A map,” she said, pulling out a printed sheet and waving it in front of me. “And you thought I was a silly starling!”

    “I’m impressed. My fledgling is growing up to be a wise crow like me. I knew joining your murder was a brilliant idea!”

    “First, I am not yours! But thank you. That is the first nice thing you’ve said to me, even if you’re confused about who’s mistress here.”

    “You’re #welcome, Mistress.” I suppressed my laugh as too noisy for our current situation.

    #TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore