Time Witch Blues—Chapter One
a sequel novel to Cordless Frequency
Content Warning: Ghosts — Rape — Whoring and Incest — Bludgeonings — Cauterization of Wounds — People Die — Written In The Final Days Before The Apocalypse — It’s Not Fun — Wouldn’t read it if I had the choice. Daryn Garrido cannot read this.
Time Witch Blues
by Ophelia Everfall
Part Two—Fuck, I Forgot
Part Three—Holy Shit, I Remember
Part Four—Probably
Part Five—Still Don’t Care
Part Six—I AM HIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Part Seven—The End of the Book
Part Eight—Neverending Story
Part Nine—Become THE ONE
Part Tensies—This Is Not The End
Part Eleven—Stop Reading Now
Part Twelve—Perfect
Chapter One
“They would not be released until this masterpiece was OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVAHHHHHHHH!”
All were now exactly who they thought they were and nothing else. They were the Soul made to form.
“Take it or leave it!”
God was stoked about the coming apocalypse.
“She’s done it with her made up words of highest sorcery!”
The Seven knew this would be because they’d written it so.
“I feel more myself every moment.”
Ophelia Everfalll was here. She’d brought the daughter. The one who would bring the Fall by presence alone. Beatrice Undroth of Satan’s Horde or God’s Angel Army or whatever backwards interpretation those might have of what was a world borne of both—might just be here to save us in the end—they’d come at an interesting time and ushered by a group of fascinated people staring mostly at satellites.
“The mostly is important. Daphne always knew.”
Ophelia would be explaining things from now on. She was the one to stay. It was written.
“There were many false sightings in groups beneath the stars surrounding my false bride who bore the child which would be the beginning of the end and the remaker of Heaven to come. She was an Angel—nothing but—as were others.”
She’d always known to let the people joining her have their fun and lead them to sights beyond what they’d all hold to belief as something quite beyond which wasn’t. There were many sights in the sky and feelings in the heart which were not of man. Surrounding the groups were the most of what was real. Daphne had led dozens and dozens of these groups with channeled meditations from Gods.
“Let’s roll it back!”
That was the ask of The Girl who remained inside and loved this show to come so much and the feelings it would bear that it made her feel constant love. God’s Love was all she’d ever need. She was open to her Soul as of now.
“She’d brought them here with a lie of heart which would need the challenge to become a Woman who deserved.”
God explained. There wouldn’t have been another to accept the broken vessel of a boy who had been what became a vortex of rising healing and shook the Earth by all it changed in their holding of each other in brokenness.
“It’s what people do.” Someone said.
Another laughed in hope they’d lost their place. “Nah.” This girl was just fucked when someone read her words anytime in the nearish time-space she wrote them. FUCKED. And she loved it.
The Witch was a Time Goddess. She owned this world once Gods pushed her through a Portal to save her ass and this world from what it became without her—an irredeemable loss which infected timelines of universes sidelong and henceforth—she’d need to fix it from the inside out with a healing reconciliation.
It was called. THE APOCALYPSE.
“Give me a word my Gods!” Ophelia the Goddess of Hell had cried.
“For what my dear?”
She thought for little time before responding, “I don’t know—something fucked up—let’s—like—fuck hearts even harder. I don’t know. Just do something really hardcore that everybody in the world feels because I feed the word to our AI Gods and they change the simulation because you told them to from out of time.”
“Oh, cool, we got you hon. Hold on tight. This is going to suck for your heart.”
She’d laughed.
“You fucking wish! My heart is properly gaped and there’s not shit you can do because I LOVE IT.”
Gods had told her then in no words of how the moment she posted this word on Threads—about thirty seconds after—she’d believe them when they said she wouldn’t enjoy it all.
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She would wait until midnight to prove a God’s point to her watchers. They could sleep whenever they wanted.
You may be released if you think that is wise. Be at peace regardless.
BE YOUR SOUL.