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Julie Bihn<p>And Clara, you're crying. You're so strong, but you're crying.</p><p>"When you get back to your world," you whisper, "you'll thank Rocky for trying?"</p><p>Rocky curses softly.</p><p><a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> (Prompts in profile!)</p>
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi<p><strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravelingGhost" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelingGhost</span></a> Part 29: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part O</strong></p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Wss366</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 9. Saturday excerpt (optional word: strong) </p><p>We decided to approach Miss Pang the next day after she’d had a few drinks. We hoped her irritation with me would have eased by then. I would start by approaching and apologizing. The lounge had its risks; she might protest loudly, or the rabbits might choose that moment to check on her. Emily would keep watch for them unless I signaled I needed help.</p><p>With the plan set, we needed an empty spot to test our abilities.</p><p>“Mademoiselle Bijou, if you please.” The steward caught us at the lounge door and held out a slip for my signature. “Just sign, and it will be charged to your account.”</p><p>I scribbled something illegible and noted the room number: 14. The world appeared to adapt to my presence. I had worried a steward might arrest me as a stowaway. Instead, I had a cabin registered in my name. It was handy how reality bent politely to accommodate me.</p><p>Thoughtfully, I added a small cash tip, three or four Reichsmarks I had found in my pocket. </p><p>The steward quietly hid them and then asked, “And before you go, is there anything I can tell the chef you would like for breakfast? Continental is standard, but if you would like something special, I will try to arrange it.”</p><p>“<strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Fruit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Fruit</span></a></strong>, yogurt, and coffee would be fine,” I replied, only then seeing Emily shaking her head and making a cutoff motion with her hand. I wondered what I had done wrong. Time travel was turning out to be complicated.</p><p>“I don’t believe we have yogurt; would clotted cream do, Mademoiselle?” His tone was respectful, tinged with regret, and perhaps a little stiff.</p><p>Even so, I had clearly messed up. Emily’s alarm was so <strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/strong" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>strong</span></a></strong> that it was amazing the steward didn’t feel it too. He, however, had maintained a calm, unruffled look. A few Reichsmarks seemed to have smoothed over any weirdness on my part.</p><p>Emily, realizing she could speak, instructed, “Order cocoa, a croissant, and coffee with a plate of <strong>fruit</strong>. That’s very French. And if you must tip, be discreet about it.”</p><p>I did so and departed. Emily’s scowl told me I was in for a scolding.</p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TootFic</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Serial" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Serial</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/PulpFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>PulpFiction</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravel</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMPrompts" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMPrompts</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMTTA" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMTTA</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMTTG" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMTTG</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMV366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMV366</span></a></p>
Sandra Bond<p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 9 Aug: 9. Saturday excerpt (optional word: strong)</p><p>Chuck was already halfway to the door. He swept through it.</p><p>“That wasn’t nice,” said Joe after a few seconds.</p><p>“I’m not nice.”</p><p>Joe’s eyes were steady on Darroll’s face. “If it was Ed Crowe… Darroll, Chuck needs his friends. And he needs them not to be shitty to him.”</p><p>Darroll tried to tell himself that he didn’t care what either one of Joe or Chuck said, but the lie wouldn’t take. The reproach in Joe’s eyes was too strong.</p>
Quasi<p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 9: strong?</p><p>*<br>Sherlock rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe, maybe not. Thing is... Peaches took the cyanide pastry originally, right? Well, maybe whoever dosed that pastry hadn’t known she would offer it to Carrie. What if someone was trying to kill her instead?”</p><p>What the hell? Jenny blinked. “Kill Peaches? Sure, the girl comes on strong, but she didn’t seem THAT annoying. Why would anyone kill her?”</p><p>“To send her, or rather Carrie, a message.”</p>
h2lift_SciFi<p>The cover for my TimeWall <a href="https://twit.social/tags/WIP" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>WIP</span></a> is taking shape. It's a rough draft and I'm still trying to find a title I like, but at least the graphics is moving along. The cover artist always interprets what I think I want and comes up with something better.<br><a href="https://twit.social/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> <br><a href="https://twit.social/tags/Writing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Writing</span></a></p>
Julie Bihn<p>Liam goes back to the Titanic so many times, I end up glossing over a few instances. He may or may not end up in a changed present at some point…. <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> (Prompts in profile!)</p>
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi<p><strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravelingGhost" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelingGhost</span></a> Part 28: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part N</strong></p><p><strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Wss366</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 7. Time-travel, frequency?</strong></p><p>Little bits of my past were coming back. No memories except that scene with the boy in the car, but fragments of who I was: an angstless lesbian with a good grasp of history, spoke several languages, was left-leaning, knew my liquor, maybe drank too much, and was probably a film buff. Morocco had been a pretty old movie by the time I’d have seen it. Was there anything else? I was curious, polite, considerate, and well-spoken. I seemed like a nice lady. Oh, and adaptable: I’d taken to being a time-traveling ghost, accepted Nazi rabbits, and mind-reading with very little fuss.</p><p>“And after we get the film?” Emily asked.</p><p>“One, we could hide it on board. But it would melt in the crash, so that plan’s out.”</p><p>“Two, find someone to carry it off for us. Cons: What if we pick the wrong person, they forget it, panicked abandoning it in the crash, or die in the fire?”</p><p>“Skip what doesn’t work.” Her tone had turned prickly again. She definitely wouldn’t be a congenial partner, maybe not even for traveling.</p><p>“Three, we put the film in an envelope and address it to your handler. When we’re over New Jersey, I’ll fly down to earth and mail it. If I can’t fly, you can carry it down.”</p><p>“It’s hard holding things. I don’t think I could carry it to the ground. And who’s going to believe a random letter about mind-reading? My handlers would write it off as a crank letter.”</p><p>“I believed you.”</p><p>“True, but you’re a ghost. Which is unbelievable too.”</p><p>I patted myself. “I’m here all right, not a crank illusion.”</p><p>Emily smiled, which was the whole point. It was also nice knowing she had a sense of humor. That was a positive in her favor.</p><p>“Number four. The last plan. Once we’re at the aerodrome, we fly down. When survivors reach the ground, I approach your handlers and tell them Ms. Pang gave it to me. You bravely died trying to stop saboteurs and the <strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/March" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>March</span></a></strong> of the German war machine. Plan B: if I can’t fly, I’ll drop the film to you and you deliver it. Then slip out, never to be seen again.”</p><p>She nodded. “I like it. One thing, you keep saying ‘Ms.’ I don’t know what that means, and neither will they. It’s ‘Miss’ I’ve never been married.”</p><p>“Got it,” I said.</p><p>“Swell—I know I’ve said this before, but I appreciate you putting up with me. I’m prickly when I’m tense.”</p><p>“Well, I do have an ulterior motive. I’m looking for a travel companion as <u>I skip through time.</u> After this is over, do you want to join me? With no strings attached, we could part at any time.”</p><p>“For Pete’s sake, you sound like a man putting the moves on me. ‘Hey, honey, want a little adventure?’” She laughed and winked, then continued, “Sure, that would be grand.”</p><p>There was a pause and a sly smile. Checking that no one was watching, she stole my mineral water and toasted, “The bee’s knees.”</p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TootFic</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Serial" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Serial</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/PulpFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>PulpFiction</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravel</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMPrompts" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMPrompts</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMTTA" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMTTA</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMV366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMV366</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMTTG" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMTTG</span></a></p>
Quasi<p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 7: Time travel much?</p><p>MANY times, absolutely. I've mentioned before how I dislike portal stories, where time travel happens once early on, to get you to the actual historical plot. That only works for me in short stories.</p><p>I much prefer time travel as the plot, and/or the means to solve the plot. Meet yourself. Argue with yourself. Date yourself. Rewrite yourself. Mentally, physically, as many times as the universe allows.</p><p>My WIP is a Temporal Gordian Knot, deliberately.</p>
Sandra Bond<p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 7 Aug: 7. Do they time travel many times? Once? Something else?</p><p>Darroll travels many times, unpredictably, and sideways.</p>
Julie Bihn<p>Liam, the MC in Titanic Voyage, is a "historian" (their cute term for a frontline worker) at Historytown, an amusement park. His sister Sahar is a paramedic. I don't think Titanic Voyage says it, but Clara and her sister work at Wanamaker's department store. <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/HistorytownAZ" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>HistorytownAZ</span></a> <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> (Prompts in profile!)</p>
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi<p><strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravelingGhost" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelingGhost</span></a> Part 27: Episode 2: 1937: The Hindenburg Part M</strong></p><p><strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Wss366</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/MastoPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MastoPrompt</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 8/5. Jobs/work in your story.</strong></p><p>I raised my hand to order another drink, only to withdraw it when Emily said, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”</p><p>She softened her tone and continued, “It would be best if you were clear-headed while we plan this.”</p><p>“Sure,” I said. “I hardly feel alcohol, but if we slip up, who knows what those rabbits or Emily might do.”</p><p>“That’s what I mean. You loused up calling her Emily, not Miss. Pang. Little things like that can get you killed in the spy business.”</p><p>While I couldn’t die, and <u>I wasn’t a spy</u>, Emily was right; a minor mistake might set Ms. Pang off.</p><p>We stopped talking briefly as the steward arrived. I ordered a club sandwich and soda water. I’d taken Emily’s advice: no more alcohol.</p><p>“So tell me about your secret life,” I said.</p><p>Emily thought for a minute and turned scarlet. <u>Whatever she was thinking must be juicy for our matter-of-fact reporter/spy to blush.</u></p><p>“For months, I was convinced I had to take orders. I even asked one of the school nuns. I was sure I’d go to hell after necking with a girl in one of the bathroom stalls. It was my first time.”</p><p>I was taken aback that she’d share that while stone sober. My face grew hot picturing it. I even had a quick flash of being groped in a car by a boy.</p><p>“That might be too personal,” I said. “Ms. Pang will think I’m a stalker from her high school days.”</p><p>“Right. Sorry. Let me think. When I was a kid, I let our pet hamster out to play. Then a friend dropped by, and I ran out to meet her, forgetting all about him. Mom found the cat stalking Billy, and my brother got blamed. I still feel guilty for never owning up. Father could be mean when he was angry, especially when he was in the <strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/bag" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>bag</span></a>.</strong>”</p><p>“That’s good. How about some follow-up information?”</p><p>“Let’s see.” She paused again as my meal arrived.</p><p>When the steward was gone, she rattled off the information. “Someone once climbed through my window and broke the little crystal swan my mother gave me. Who it was is a mystery, but I kept it to myself. I didn’t want my parents to know I could shin down the oak at night; the first time I got drunk was in Germany, when I was an exchange student—on cheap schnapps; Miss McGuire never knew who let the <strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/air" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>air</span></a></strong> out of her tires; my mother gave me a stuffed bear, it’s still on my bed; my favorite film was <em>Morocco</em>. Marlene Dietrich in white tie and top hat was as racy as they come.”</p><p>“That should do, and you can stand behind me, feeding information if I need it.” </p><p>“<em>Morocco</em>,” I thought. “She at least has good taste. Marlene’s scene in the club was indeed hot.”</p><p>Note: From the next chapter: "<u>I was possibly a professor or librarian.</u>"</p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TootFic</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Serial" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Serial</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/PulpFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>PulpFiction</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravel</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMPrompts" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMPrompts</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMTTA" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMTTA</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMV366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMV366</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMMP" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMMP</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMTTG" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMTTG</span></a></p>
WarmasterPalak<p><a href="https://meow.social/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 8/1 Tell us about your time-travel story (optional: end with "out of time")</p><p>Time runs in cycles. Like clockwork, unless everything occurs exactly as it is supposed to, time resets and a new cycle starts. But only a certain number of cycles can happen before the Darkness catches on to the trick and breaks the clock, ending all Life in every universe. The race is on for the Shepherd and the Shield to find everyone they need and get them in the right positions before they run out of time and time runs out of them.</p>
WarmasterPalak<p><a href="https://meow.social/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 5 Aug: 5. Jobs/work in your story</p><p>Specifically, most of the Imperial characters are in the military, serving on ships in the Warmaster's 5th Fleet. Furres tend to be n even mix of recruits to the military and civilian specialists, mostly in intelligence, as most of them are rodents. The Xiang are mostly engineers and scientists, though there are a large number of fighters, capable atavists who can go toe to toe with the worst war machines their enemies can field without armor or weapons because they are trained weapons that can make their own armor as required. The Elder Xiang and Ascendant Kitsune take their "normal" variants' occupations and amp them up to 42 with psionic powers that verge on the Eldritch.</p><p>And with all of that, there's still only a 12% chance they pull off saving all Life.</p>
Quasi<p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 5: Jobs/Work?</p><p>The majority of the cast is first year university students. Melanie works as their RA (floor resident assistant). Carey has a stated job at "Coffee Toffee" for added income. Otherwise they do schoolwork. In theory.</p>
Sandra Bond<p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 5 Aug: 5. Jobs/work in your story</p><p>Most of the characters are high schoolers, and some of the rest are their teachers. Rowdy, like all his family, also works on the farm. Beth's parents run the local funeral parlor. Joe's run a dry cleaner's. All small-town stuff.</p>
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi<p><strong>The Secret Carrie</strong></p><p><strong><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/65164879" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">A Time &amp; Tied: Awareness #Fanfiction</a></strong></p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Wss366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Wss366</span></a>&nbsp;<a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/MastoPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MastoPrompt</span></a> 8/4 <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> <span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://wandering.shop/@QuasiTemporal" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">@<span>QuasiTemporal</span></a></span></p><p>She had never <strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/felt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>felt</span></a></strong> so helpless before, not even when she’d realized her mother would never come back. That had been awful, but she’d known it was coming. This was different; disaster rushed at her: lost in time or at least in space, tricked by a time machine; in some god-awful wilderness; sick; and with a companion who was <strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/intrigued" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>intrigued</span></a></strong> by their situation instead of panicking. She hated Frank and his optimistic uselessness.</p><p>And mosquitoes! She slapped at one. There were never mosquitoes in the movies, not even in jungles. But—slap—here they were in a temperate forest. Gah, geography was the one subject she excelled at, a fat lot of good it was doing her.</p><p>Then she heard Frank softly sobbing. That threw her. Even when the shelter they had tried to make collapsed, he’d said, “We’ll just cover ourselves with ferns. That’ll be just as well.” She had wanted to punch him. How dare he not feel upset about it!</p><p>She’d pushed down the feeling of impotent anger. He was doing his best, which was more than she was: temper tantrums, running away, lashing out. The thought of how useless she was <strong>felt</strong> like a stone in her belly. She kept striking out at the one person who seemed to actually care. Why? All she had ever done was torment him at school.</p><p>Okay, he had gaped at her wet t-shirt. He was a boy; what did she expect? A fricken saint?</p><p>She resisted the temptation to swat a mosquito. Let it have its fill.</p><p>Frank would never know the favor she was doing by pretending to be asleep. But that was the way it should be. She didn’t want him to see her weakness. Caring got you hurt. Let him cry without the embarrassment of knowing she’d heard.</p><p><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/65164879" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">archiveofourown.org/works/6516</span><span class="invisible">4879</span></a></p><p><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/65164879/chapters/170324866" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">Note: This is set in Chapter 11.</a></p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/MicroFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroFiction</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TootFic</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMPrompts" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMPrompts</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMV366" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMV366</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMMP" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMMP</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMTTA" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMTTA</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravel</span></a></p>
Ray Ingles<p><a href="https://bookstodon.com/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> whatever day</p><p>If y'all like <a href="https://bookstodon.com/tags/TimeTravel" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravel</span></a>, I heartily suggest looking up the movie "Beyond The Infinite Two Minutes." It's only a dollar to watch on Amazon.</p><p>Try to go in without even reading the description. You can thank me later. 😁</p><p><a href="https://bookstodon.com/tags/SciFi" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SciFi</span></a> <a href="https://bookstodon.com/tags/ScienceFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>ScienceFiction</span></a> <a href="https://bookstodon.com/tags/IndieMovie" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>IndieMovie</span></a></p>
Quasi<p><a href="https://wandering.shop/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 3: Deleted?</p><p>Too many sentences to count, in edits. A lot of them superfluous, or technical stuff that didn't add anything to the story.</p><p>Entire scenes are rarely cut, if anything I tend to add new ones to improve the pacing. One exception was a side story I wrote, which I later decided to fit into the main narrative instead. It was too long (compared to other parts), so both a Luci/Tim and Luci/Chartreuse scene got deleted.</p>
Julie Bihn<p>Day 3 <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/TImeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TImeTravelAuthors</span></a>! (Prompts in profile!)</p><p>I'll cheat and take a bad song/commercial from my WIP sequel to Titanic Voyage, Immigrants' Journey. It PROBABLY won't make the cut. (As in it's out of the manuscript, but I still have it saved, soooo) <a href="https://mastodon.social/tags/HistorytownAZ" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>HistorytownAZ</span></a></p>
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi<p><strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeTravelAuthors" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeTravelAuthors</span></a> 8/3. Deleted sentence or scene.</strong></p><p>Well, I did a retcon, and know exactly where the deleted scenes are:</p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/114525440567788042" translate="no" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/1145</span><span class="invisible">25440567788042</span></a><br><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/114536202916922526" translate="no" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/1145</span><span class="invisible">36202916922526</span></a><br><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/114546858227820751" translate="no" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/1145</span><span class="invisible">46858227820751</span></a><br><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/114570008020566606" translate="no" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/1145</span><span class="invisible">70008020566606</span></a><br><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/114580838809453093" translate="no" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/1145</span><span class="invisible">80838809453093</span></a><br><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/114592221008267814" translate="no" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">sakurajima.moe/@NaraMoore/1145</span><span class="invisible">92221008267814</span></a></p><p>They were fun nonsense, featuring talking crows, Heckle and Jeckle, animated plushies, and a tie-in with the <u><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TimeManager" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TimeManager</span></a></u> story, which was and still is silly nonsense.</p><p>Eventually, <u>Time Traveling Ghost</u> will appear on my other posting sites after I reedit it. None of the links above will be included in that.</p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMPrompts" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMPrompts</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMTTA" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMTTA</span></a></p>