Mastodawn

Stormy Weather (#TimeTravelingGhost Side Story)

#Wss366 #Blues / #BillieHolidaysBirthday #MastoPrompt Citadel #TimeTravelAuthors How seriously do the characters take time travel

I watched my time-traveling friends leave. It was the second time spirits had visited me. First, a visitation by my mother, and now I’d met myself accompanied by a strange, abrasive woman. They were a serious pair. If only they had shared the results of my experiments. There was information they were withholding, as ominous as Erebus’s silent #citadel.

“So, what do you think, Rindy?” I asked the papillon plushie sitting in the guest chair. My visitors had dislodged its green St. Patrick’s Day hat. I straightened it and then gave Patroclus some more rat food. While I was at it, I poured myself a second drink.

“Alexa, play some Billie Holiday. Something soft but not too sad.”

“Carelessly,” came on.

I turned the picture on the desk toward me. Ms. Sarah Lockwell smiled back. I wondered what would happen if I traveled back in time and tried to make things work with her. She was already cheating on me by the time we traveled to Ireland, so probably not much. I would just relive those desperate times again, wallowing in self-loathing while desperately refusing to give up on someone who had tossed me aside. I would have been okay with sharing her, but she didn’t want that. Nor was she brave enough to tell me to get lost, just as I hadn’t had the self-respect to give up.

“All of Me” came on and I sang along. “You took the best, why not take the rest?”

The last of my drink burned as I swallowed it in one gulp, and I poured a third.

“Sigh, guess this is it,” I said. My visitors hadn’t been very informative, but I could read between the lines. “Stormy Weather,” I announced to Rindy and Patroclus.

Alexa switched the music to that track.

I picked up the silly red sunglasses I, the future me, had left behind, opened the middle drawer, and dropped them on top of my copy of the Mad Arab’s book.

1937 HITS ARCHIVE: Carelessly - Teddy Wilson (Billie Holiday, vocal)

#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMFic #BillyHoliday #Jazz

1937 HITS ARCHIVE: Carelessly - Teddy Wilson (Billie Holiday, vocal) by The78Prof

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Mar 27

Back in my happy place.

#rwcmd
#LiveMusic
#jazz
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NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi Oct 16, 2025

#PennedPossibilities 815
What song comes to mind when you’re thinking about your WIP?

Today I'm working on Bijou: Time Traveling Ghost

From bright sunny early Jazz to deep solumn Jazz. Pre-war stuff.

Today it would be:

Billie Holiday - Gloomy Sunday (Take 1 - Official Audio)

#NMPP #NMPrompts #TimeTravelingGhost #TimeTravelAuthors #Jazz #Blues #BillyHoliday

NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi (@[email protected])

# #TimeTravelingGhost Part 50: EP 5: Jurassic Era — Rabbits **#Wss366 #MastoPrompt #TimeTravelAuthors 10/15. Wed POST-SIZED snippet (optional word: give/gave)** Until my eyes adjusted to the emerald light, I thought we were still on Gardner Island. I could hear the surf, now sluggish, and the air was warm and humid. My first hint that we had truly moved in time was the smell. The air still reeked of decay but now carried a resinous tang and the heavy musk of mud. Insect buzzing and a cicada-like chorus replaced the clicking of crabs. As my eyes adjusted, the first thing I saw was a slow-moving stream edged with cattails as tall as me. It’s muddy water mixed with the turquoise ocean, lying in front of me. Turning around, I saw we were standing under tall conifers mixed with tree ferns. Their broad fronds filtered the light, casting a lush stained-glass pattern on the thick blanket of ferns and moss beneath them. Emily gasped and pointed upward. Through a gap in the fern fronds, I saw small pterodactyls swooping down over the ocean like swallows. “Jurassic Park,” I said. She #gave me an odd look. “Park?” The joke had gone right over her head. “It was a film,” I explained. “The Lost World, Conan Doyle,” she said, matching my tone. I had the advantage, though. I’d heard of that. “Journey to the Center of the Earth, Jules Verne,” I said. She would know that one. “But we’re outside.” Emily’s comment #stemmed the flow of titles. “Touché,” I said and watched her smile grow broader. “Don’t move; there’s a damson fly on your back,” Emily said, stepping toward me. She slowly reached out to catch it, only for her hand to close on nothing. Her smile faded. “I forgot I’m a ghost. It’s still there. It’s huge and has lovely gold eyes and translucent blue wings. I wanted to show it to you.” “I smiled and let her mispronunciation of damselfly pass. It was cute, given her normally proper speech. [Jurassic Era](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jurassic) #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMFic

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ehballah 🇺🇦Feb 24, 2024

“Each night, Holiday would perform the song only once, without an encore, after which the lights would go out. Not everyone was impressed. Some of the cafe’s patrons promptly stood up and walked out as she began to sing it, but the power and audacity of the performance wowed others in the crowd.”

https://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/the-story-behind-billie-holidays-strange-fruit/17738/

#music #billyholiday #strangefruit #history #america #racism