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Troy Wednesdays 29.11.17 Paradoxed (Plus!) Pt 1

Paradoxed (Plus!) Pt 1

The Tempest and her new friend had just travelled elsewhere and elsewhen in spacetime, benignly paradoxed by Sarusammog to before the situation in the Library.

The would-be book-thief gave his name as Marius, and was on point the moment they arrived. He looked about, and surveyed the area before signalling the Tempest by gesture. Here, they would find the cure for his daughter, or, perhaps as intended, prevent her illness altogether. Marius was a professional, a successful burglar of many heists, and was not about to screw this up.

“The lab is this way. I’ll keep a look out for any surprises while you get the samples. We mustn’t let them get loose and escape through the ventilation as they did in the original timeline. If we pull this off well, none of that will have ever happened. My senses can perceive objects in up to five spatial dimensions without too much cognitive strain, so I’ll make a good early warning system!” The Tempest whispered to the thief as he pulled out the tools of the trade, and then skillfully unlocked the security safeguards that protected access to the facility. “What do we do once we get them? They’ll be dangerous if we’re careless, so we mustn’t mishandle them. Disposing of them could be a problem.” He silently spoke in gesture, a sort of thieve’s cant in sign language, and as the Tempest had already downloaded it into her hypershard’s language drive, she quickly understood, and gestured, “Don’t worry. I’ve done this before, a long, long time ago. As you’re now officially a temporal passenger of mine, you’ll still remember the original timeline, for a while, before memory fades, and your brain and body acclimate to the new one. You’ll never need to steal to support your family. I’m sorry, but some trades should never be needed. We have only an hour to do this before the critical window ends and the opportunity lost. Are you done?”

The security systems bypassed, the lab airlock opened and cycled as Marius entered, now in the lab. The Tempest could only navigate a space-time jaunt in general locations, unable to precisely map out the exact spatial position of the jump. Her skill mostly focused on the accuracy of temporal, not spatial shifts. She had shifted them to the general location of the lab, but to the precise time of the juncture point’s beginning. Marius scanned the room, and spied a storage freezer marked with a biohazard sign.
He placed his favorite lock pick, a quantum counter that indicated in seconds the exact combination needed for the manual lock. It had run through the superposition of all possible combinations before converging on the actual. He gingerly opened the freezer, carefully removing of vial of samples, of a rare alien disease being studied for a cure, a disease that in the original timeline would escape by accident and threaten the lives of his daughters.

“You can come in now. I have the samples. Is anyone coming?” Marius gestured.
“No, not yet. I’ll be right in. Let’s get this done!”

To be continued.
Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

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Troy Wednesdays 22.11.17 The Princess and the Wood Pt. 2

The Princess and the Wood Pt. 2

The Princess could go no further. The land kelpie was only a stone’s throw away, and she could hear its hooves beating the forest floor in close pursuit. A thick briar patch lay before her, blocking her way.

Terrified, but resigned, she decided to accept her fate. The Fey, on the other hand, had other ideas . . . .

A green-skinned, leafy hand took hers and a whisper told her not to cry out. She knew not why as the kelpie galloped into sight. It looked about, seemingly unaware of her presence. It snorted the forest air distastefully. Then it turned about with a neigh of disappointed rage at the sudden disappearance of its newest victim. It and its aquatic friend, the nuckelavee, would have to wait another time for an easy meal.

The dryad held its finger to the Princess’s lips before she spoke, and it led her, hand still in hand, to a clearing as the thorny briars parted way before them, and they both stepped safely inside a large oak tree only yards away.

The dryad, once both where within the secure confines of the oak, spoke to the
Princess, “Your coming was foretold, and your encounter with the Beggar was no
accident. We of the Fey, Seelie and Unseelie alike, have been at war for centuries. But your presence can help us forge peace between our two Courts . . . if you will but help us!”

To Be Continued
Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Troy Wednesdays 15.11.17 Spectral Dog

Spectral Dog

The dog padded furtively into the room, quietly, slowly, the miniature white poodle staring at him silently, still and steadily glaring at him.

He looked up from his desk and noticed the strange behavior of his dog. Before his disbelieving stare the dog’s eyes moved closer together on its muzzled face, visibly so, as they simultaneously enlarged, and then merged into one. They were now a single red orb in its forehead. That was only seconds before his beloved pet grew in size as he watched. It’s back arched. It was now the size of a calf, curly ringlets of fur now a tangled shaggy mass, its claws almost taloned.

He pinched himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, as fear mounted, and he began to question his sanity. The dog, if such it was any longer, raised its shaggy, misshapen head and glared at him with its single platter-sized eye.

It opened its mouth and let out a half-baying scream that split the silence of the lonely night as it leapt. It was all he could remember before passing out.

He woke, in a hospital ward, his shrieks incoherent as he ranted about a dog that was not a dog.

About things from the pit crawling forth out of darkness. His friends tried to comfort and quiet him, but he raved on, and two questions remained:

Where did his dog happen to run off to? And what were those claw marks on his chest and face, like those of an animal far larger?

Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Meet Troy David Loy Guest Author of Agnishatdal and Indie Adda!

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Troy Wednesdays 8.11.17 Enesh Ushroogh

Enesh Ushroogh

This world was dark. There was no sun, and the sky shone only by the dim light of
stars and the dull nighttime deep red glow of a nearby brown dwarf.

He kept his helmet on, well aware of the deadly spores filling the air of this world, those of the native fungi, here on the forbidden world, an exomoon called by the Kai’Siri, “Enesh Ushroogh” awaiting the unwary.

But as careful though he may be, he had slipped on a fungal outcropping, and fell to the ground as his helmet’s faceplate cracked. He quickly patched it, but some of the noxious air and its spores got in before it was fully sealed.

He felt lightheaded, giddy. Maybe he had merely leaked oxygen from the air supply of his pressure suit. Then he began to see bright colors in his field of vision, shifting forms and elfin lights, as the landscape shifted and changed before him, fractal Fey inviting him to dance with them around the mushrooms.

It was all so fun, he thought as he joined in with the nonexistent entities, nothing wrong here at all!

He removed his helmet and reveled in festivity, slowly poisoned as the spores did their work . . . that of turning him into compost.

Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Troy Wednesdays 1.11.17 Eccles the blogger cat

Eccles: Blogger Cat

Eccles scanned the room carefully for signs of his human’s waking. Still asleep. Good. That would make things easier. He hopped onto the desk chair in front of the laptop, and did what he loved to do.

He tapped the keyboard with his paws, typing quickly, sniffing the air for the scent, and listening for the sounds, of wakefulness as he began another blog entry, so far the only cat in the house who did this regularly. Ricky’s broad, tufted paws were too large for this, plus he didn’t know their human’s login password like Eccles did.

The others would have to be satisfied with tweeting from their own accounts, as Eccles was now a blogging wizard, and his owner’s blogs his favorite creative outlet. Never could he let his human catch on, as that would spell an end to the mischief!

Suddenly, the sound of motion from the bed! Eccles dimmed the screen and logged out quickly, leaping up on the bed and quietly curling up beside his human.

Whew! His human was stirring uneasily from a dream, just that. Eccles relaxed and went to sleep. Eccles didn’t suspect that the dream was that of a smallish tuxedo cat, typing away furiously at a keyboard, a new blog entry making its way onto the Internet .
. . .
His human opened an eye only slightly as Eccles slept, and kitty-snores issued forth, a raised eyebrow of suspicion as his eye closed again, and sleep returned.

Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy

Troy Wednesdays 25.10.17 the princess and the wood

The Princess and the Wood

The princess held her hand to her mouth in shock. She was suddenly alone, in a dark place, with hints of moonlight through the canopy in an otherwise fog-shrouded forest.

She thought of her guardians, now probably far away, or at least out of calling distance.

She wondered of their whereabouts at this hour of the night.

She was frightened. Her protectors had somehow let the beggar slip through security with his diseased hands with a wicked-looking box held in them, its gems glittering evilly.

She held her hand to her mouth, trying to stifle a scream, as her pursuer was catching up to her, its hoofbeats resounding on the forest floor. She was looking at a body before her, half-eaten with rot. It was one of her guardians.

But tiny eyes were watching her enter their domain: the eyes of the Fey, the Good folk.

She had been watched ever since the teleport nimbus brought her here, told that there was great danger, and soon, soon, she would be caught.

She caught a glimpse of her hunter upon arrival, but she was more fleet of foot than it, or maybe just luckier.

She must think, and find a way out of this mess!

A deep baying whinny, full of despair and foretelling her doom, resounded in the forest.

The Land Kelpie was catching up.
Troy David Loy ©2017

Troy David Loy is an eternal student, a writer, and blogger owned by two cats, Ricky and Eccles. He is co-author with Miss Sharmishtha Basu of two published books, and solo author of three books on Amazon for Kindle, with a fourth book on the way.

He lives with his family and values his friends, family, and the flourishing and the well-being of his species in dangerous times.

He seeks one overarching goal: to help make the world a better place in his own tiny, drop-in the- ocean way, one piece of fractal artwork, essay, or story at a time. He battles the Forces of Darkness™ from his secret volcano lair in Virginia as Troythulu while his eldritch tentacled servitors from beyond time and space keep the lab in good condition.

He may be found online at:
https://kestalusrealm.wordpress.com
https://troythulu.blogspot.com
on Tumblr at https://troythulu.tumblr.com
and on Twitter, @Troythulu
His Amazon author page is at: https://www.amazon.com/author/troyloy