#BlogBattle. September Entry: Ghost Shock.
“The trick with dimensional coexistence is that time runs differently between planes. A traveller might thus appear out of chronological order…” The Book of Chronomancy: Jeremiah DeLalande.
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#BlogBattle. August Entry: Subsanity.
“Tully, if the world is run by sentient AI what happens to humans?” Outside, terraforming had stalled. Earth was dead and a purge was in progress.
#BlogBattle. July Entry: Ghosts of the Past.
As I looked through time an event became clear. Focussed and entirely wrong. It destroyed a family, a man and created a paradox. Twins separated by the skin of two worlds touching.
#BlogBattle. June Entry: I Am Corona.
CEO of Corona Enterprises, Khan Shawcroft, woke up to a bad day that got worse. It’s not everyday your computer fires you after all.
#BlogBattle. February Entry: Time Split.
“Chronomancy is forbidden. It is my belief the elder mages corrupted time, spitting it in the past and in doing so destroyed their future.” Jeremiah Delaland, Thaumaturgical Archaelogy.
“Dragon Stone; Lusus Naturae”
“If you unearth an elder portal be warned. Treat them carefully as we have no desire to lose more students.” Jeremiah Delalande, Lecture on Thaumaturgical Archaeology.
December is here, the new word is “Heart.” Come Join the #BlogBattle. My Entry, “The Chaos Engine”
“Love is a powerful bond. If it is snatched away by something evil then the resulting madness can be tossed in one of two directions.” Jeremiah Delalande, Book of The Exorcist.
October is here, the new word is “Cave.” Come Join the #BlogBattle. My Entry, “The Time Paradox.”
“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.” Edgar Allan Poe.
Dragon Stone; Vivification
“There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and passers-by see only a wisp of smoke.” Vincent Van Gogh.
#BlogBattle. When the Moon is up Then it’s Time to Sit by A Fire and Recall Times Past.
“Ever considered the first lycan? Borne of trust on a moonlit night in a time so long ago that the beast has turned to myth. How many stories, do you think, are drawn later into yarns spun when the sun goes down?”