ZEEP, ZEEP, ZEEP
Renaldo stumbled backwards as smoke and fire filled his vision. Noises filled his ears and lights burned at his eyes. What was this apparition in front of him? Was Beelzebub arriving to harvest his wicked soul? Was this the revenge forced upon him from the afterlife off Brother Frederic.
Renaldo was now witnessing the aberration of a time machine.
Day 6 (minus the outtakes)
I wrote a bit today for #nanowrimo, but deleted a minor plot twist. My gift to you, as a dedicated blog reader, is that outtake:
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