#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.

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#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.

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#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.

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January almost done and the #BlogBattle prompt was “Flower.” My Entry, “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.

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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.

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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. Continue reading

Dead, But Dreaming. Wayland Continues on His Journey In Two Worlds. Taunted in One By The Black Dragon. #BlogBattle

“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. Continue reading

A to Z Challenge; Inamorata. #AtoZchallenge

“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.

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Dead Man Walking III

Author: G. Jefferies

 

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On the next waking he sensed his grip on the past failing fast. All save one that came to him in a dream deep inside the unconscious abyss. The girl he saw was bewitched and vacant. Her dress ripped down to the waist exposing skin and breast red with blood that seeped from two wounds in her neck. Runes were etched on each wall and upon the floor was drawn a massive pentagram whose points were connected by a circle of white. Continue reading

Author: G. Jefferies

 

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Wayland found consciousness  on the journey back as the cart rumbled over uneven ground and wagon ruts baked under the sun. He was under damp sacking which offered some relief from the heat above but his body felt on fire. Strange deliriums walked across his mind. Dragons weaving and scorching the earth and strange creatures flying overhead though he knew his eyes were not ready to open. He could hear hushed voices in the front of the palanquin. They sounded concerned, almost scared.

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