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Hall of Mirrors - Æuum – Alpha Site Stoker kicked the fractured mirror for all he was worth, “Make it open!” He demanded. He took a step back, and took another run at it, throwing his full weight into the assault. “NOW!” “I can’t,” Henry leaned heavily against the frame watching Stoker throw everything he had at assaulting the immutable, immovable glass. “It doesn’t work like that, you can’t go back, not yet.” “I don’t bleedi
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I kid you not, I had an important meeting after he did that one night. I swear of all the days, he had to pick the worst one ever to mark his territory.
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Trust the Alec, believe in the Alec. Nothing will happen to his Hugo as long as he is breathing.
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Billy was pushed back to when Henry and Hugo arrived when Henry reset time. It being a Paradoxical event we can assume a little weirdness, like Hugo's reaction.
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Chapter Twenty Five Andy was sitting across from Jimmy, and there was an edge of vibration about him, a nervous energy that seemed to shimmer in the warm, lamp-lit room. He kept looking over at the object of his immediate focus, a mix of shy and not so shy smiles. Andy was a bundle of nerves and Jimmy, in the dim, easy light of the living room, was very aware of it. They were talking, as you do when you stick a group of seventeen – to – twenty-five-year-olds in a room at some time ap
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The more research I did into this... horrific procedure the more I saw the way it was exploited. This 'Miracle' cure became solutions to 'Female Hysteria' for men looking to stop divorces and retain control... Children... it's sickening.
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I am very lucky to have been born a decade or so later. Very lucky.
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There is ONE more character in that scene, beyond the doctor, Billy, Dottie and Hugo. HE is really small, tiny in fact, and VERY aware of what is going on. I'll let you guys figure out who HE might be.
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Morning, Hope you are all well and enjoying yourselfs. Today I want to issue a TIME STORM warning for Downtown New York, circa 1953... I hope you all brought your umbrellas
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New York - 1953 – November 25th PARADOXICAL COLLAPSE IMMINENT The silence in the Tides of Time lounge was a profound, suffocating thing, broken only by the low, guttural moans of the wounded. Agent Reed lay on the polished hardwood floor in a growing pool of his own blood. His right arm, or what was left of it, was a mangled, bloody ruin, and his leg, a useless, twisted mess, was a testimony to the brutal, unyielding violence that had just been unleashed upo
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To explain, I spoke to the Andy mentioned right in the middle of this chapter. First time in two decades. So it changed the perspective on the story mid-writing. I actually have the girlfriend's name wrong as well, to give an example of some of the things. So This forces me to reconsider how to approach the chapter. I had most of the Wil/Jimmy interactions done, so I figured I would go with that, while I sort out in my head how I wanted to approach, write, and share the refined story of what happened with Andy, as it seems far more complex that twenty four-twenty five year old me knew. So again, apologies for what seemed like a cop out chapter, I just needed some time to work/think and reflect.
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sorry Doc
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Furious rewriting, so I bought myself a little time
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#Chapter Twenty-Four Wow by this point Wil had been a permanent, worn-in fixture of Jimmy’s life for a very long time. They argued, sure, but ultimately their relationship was so easy and relaxed that the arguments were like passing clouds—simple, and never truly impacting the deeper bond. They’d drift together and apart as they did, a dance so familiar it was second nature, and just loved each other in that strange, unspoken way of theirs. Of course, over-priced tiramisu didn’t hurt
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I had a waterfall, swimming hole on the back end of my property growing up. Used to take boys there when I was a teenager. You do the math. Same question back at you.
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what is this concept of a thread count less than 1000? What am I? I am not sleeping on that... LOL high count, I like soft. Silk or cotton?
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And probably a tank or two.
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i have one brewing... I put my daily chapter through a TTS thing as the first thing I do, and I listen to it while I do things. This allows me to catch any mistakes that reading wouldn't. And allows me to make edits so that you guys don't have to suffer... too much... through my spelling and grammar errors. So yeah Coffee shortly... oh man I need one this morning.
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Nope, wrong! Stoker ain't bait!
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New York - 1953 – November 25th – D-Day The room went deadly silent as Hugo’s hand went to his chest, and he sank to a knee, his face contorted in pain, his eyes wide in utter shock. The silence, a suffocating, absolute thing, was a counterpoint to the low, humming din of the wounded agents who had, just moments before, been screaming and moaning in pain. They too, had gone silent. The shot, a single, ruthless moment of violence, was not what they had exp
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funny I just had the best conversation with that Andy, and now know a lot more of what was going on in the background of this upcoming story, enough to make me have to rewrite it... Haven't spoken to them since that summer... wow... this whole project's been a bit of a trip like this.
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Andrew was big game hunting... and he was loaded for bear... not that... well loaded for scruffy Twink/Nerd/type... oh you get the idea... Loaded for Chicken doesn't have quite the same ring.
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God he sounds so young in that song... that takes me back, Wil always had some remarkable talent. I was discussing this song at about 5 or 6 this morning my time, and far too late for his old crabby butt hahahaah It's so strange to think of how long it actually was, it seems only a blink ago...
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Some of you have asked, so this was one of the songs he played the first night we met, and later he would play for me on my couch while trying to teach me about guitars. This is him singing. Please enjoy, and let him know if you enjoyed it. I think he'd appreciate it.
