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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 122, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 August #TimeTravelAuthors 08/1. Introduce your story (optional: use the word "wish")

For a long time, all I could focus on was the blue sky. A single, wispy cloud floated there. Then, my eyes drifted down to a marble sphinx that loomed over me, wings folded at its sides. I examined, uncomprehending, the weathered stains and moss growing in the creases of its sides. Ferns grew on its paws, along with a solitary scrubby bush. I felt heavy, and my brain was fuzzy. Then the questions occurred to me: “Who am I?” and “Where was I?”

The situation was dimly familiar. Hadn’t I forgotten everything before? Right, there had been that alley with the graffiti of the Eye of Providence, or was it a pink coral pyramid with giant azure dragonflies? I #wished I could remember, but it was all a jumble.

“Think! Think!”

“Rabbits and Templars. I had been fleeing them. Why? A meeting… Cyprus… 1191. That must be why I’m wearing medieval priest’s robes. And something about their calling a meteor to destroy humanity.”

I shuddered at the image of a flaming ball crossing a blue sky. Suddenly, a hot flash caused me to flush, leaving me uncomfortably damp with sweat.

I parted the grass I lay in, looking for Emily, but I was alone in a forest of #august oaks: gnarled trees whose branches brushed the Sphinx’s sides. Tall ferns crowded its bronze base, a path threading through them.

“Emily?” I muttered. Then, turning my head to look for her, I saw an open meadow sloping away from me. In its center lay a large trampled circle where feet had beaten down the grass.

“Fairies?” I asked myself. But that was crazy.

It must have all been a wild, vivid nightmare. Who’d ever heard of fairies or rabbits with rifles? The vision of them in Nazi uniforms and Templar surcoats flared in my mind and then faded.

A dream? It all had to be a confused vision, and Emily must be a figment of my sleeping brain. Why did that make me want to cry?

A tear ran down my cheek.

Welcome to volume two of “Bijou the Time-Traveling Ghost.” We open in the far future, 1,802,701 of the Common Era, and with poor Bijou only vaguely remembering Emily, the Lapin Cabal, the Illuminati, Templars, and the Covenant of Judas.

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

#TimeTravelingGhost EP 12: Post 122, 1,802,701 CE, Middlesex, UK

#Wss366 August #TimeTravelAuthors 08/1. Introduce your story (optional: use the word "wish")

For a long time, all I could focus on was the blue sky. A single, wispy cloud floated there. Then, my eyes drifted down to a marble sphinx that loomed over me, wings folded at its sides. I examined, uncomprehending, the weathered stains and moss growing in the creases of its sides. Ferns grew on its paws, along with a solitary scrubby bush. I felt heavy, and my brain was fuzzy. Then the questions occurred to me: “Who am I?” and “Where was I?”

The situation was dimly familiar. Hadn’t I forgotten everything before? Right, there had been that alley with the graffiti of the Eye of Providence, or was it a pink coral pyramid with giant azure dragonflies? I #wished I could remember, but it was all a jumble.

“Think! Think!”

“Rabbits and Templars. I had been fleeing them. Why? A meeting… Cyprus… 1191. That must be why I’m wearing medieval priest’s robes. And something about their calling a meteor to destroy humanity.”

I shuddered at the image of a flaming ball crossing a blue sky. Suddenly, a hot flash caused me to flush, leaving me uncomfortably damp with sweat.

I parted the grass I lay in, looking for Emily, but I was alone in a forest of #august oaks: gnarled trees whose branches brushed the Sphinx’s sides. Tall ferns crowded its bronze base, a path threading through them.

“Emily?” I muttered. Then, turning my head to look for her, I saw an open meadow sloping away from me. In its center lay a large trampled circle where feet had beaten down the grass.

“Fairies?” I asked myself. But that was crazy.

It must have all been a wild, vivid nightmare. Who’d ever heard of fairies or rabbits with rifles? The vision of them in Nazi uniforms and Templar surcoats flared in my mind and then faded.

A dream? It all had to be a confused vision, and Emily must be a figment of my sleeping brain. Why did that make me want to cry?

A tear ran down my cheek.

Welcome to volume two of “Bijou the Time-Traveling Ghost.” We open in the far future, 1,802,701 of the Common Era, and with poor Bijou only vaguely remembering Emily, the Lapin Cabal, the Illuminati, Templars, and the Covenant of Judas.

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

生きた証　Слід життя
夜にほどける光のように
це не просто дерево

https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=27916810

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#ＡＩ生成 #once #wished #shine #wish #already #ghost #past #now #make #burn #fiber #light #into #night #nameless #dark #glow #trembling #unyielding #consume #very #shape #soul #violin #more #wood #string #beyond #mere

生きた証　Слід життя
夜にほどける光のように
це не просто дерево

https://note.com/deadly_poison_0/n/n89fa3e657bae

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#ＡＩ生成 #once #wished #shine #wish #already #ghost #past #now #make #burn #fiber #light #into #night #nameless #dark #glow #trembling #unyielding #consume #very #shape #soul #violin #more #wood #string #beyond #mere

生きた証　Слід життя
夜にほどける光のように
це не просто дерево

https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=27916810

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#ＡＩ生成 #once #wished #shine #wish #already #ghost #past #now #make #burn #fiber #light #into #night #nameless #dark #glow #trembling #unyielding #consume #very #shape #soul #violin #more #wood #string #beyond #mere

生きた証　Слід життя
夜にほどける光のように
це не просто дерево

https://note.com/deadly_poison_0/n/n89fa3e657bae

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#ＡＩ生成 #once #wished #shine #wish #already #ghost #past #now #make #burn #fiber #light #into #night #nameless #dark #glow #trembling #unyielding #consume #very #shape #soul #violin #more #wood #string #beyond #mere

Dear Friends, :ablobcouple:

This morning I have:

1. Ousted my iPhone as a #trusted device. I would not trust it to be in the same room as me. I may #create a tin/#aluminum #hat for it …
2. Added #Firefox #relay to my two #penguins
3. #Realized most of Texas is in Mexico (#Zorro country)
4. Drank a pot of #tea (similar to coffee but less taxing)
5. #Wished the #world well

#Success! Job Done! :lobster: