Time Travel Tuesday: #DearDiaryDay and a spicy tale to keep you up at nights
Posted by Jina Bacarr
I’m a time traveler. Yes, it’s true. I traveled back in time to 1862 during the bloodiest day of the Civil War. Antietam. There I met up with sexiest, handsomest major in the Union Army. He wanted to know all about the stretchy bandage I used to save a man’s life. You see, they didn’t have such bandages back then…and they didn’t know much about germs…and no one ever heard of triage.
But that wasn’t on my mind when I brushed up against this gorgeous hunk. I couldn’t stop staring at this magnificent male…his presence sending my head spinning.
Only one problem…
I was disguised as a Rebel officer.
He had no idea I was a female under all that blood and dirt.
What was a girl to do? Tell him, and who knows. They’d probably shoot me or something. How did I get back to 1862? Well, dear Diary, it happened like this…
“Stop firing, stop!” she cried out, a crazed frustration shooting through her, every instinct sharpened. The next blast was louder than the last, the vibration slamming through her and ripping through the cold, damp earth.
Liberty let out an anguished cry and dove to the ground. She could hear the cannon firing, then the mortar blast, the shell speeding toward her like a torpedo amid a shower of bluish-gray smoke. Feel the heat. There’s no way out. She put her hands over her head and braced herself for the end, muttering a prayer but begging to live.
Then the unthinkable happened.
A haunting sound like the eerie wail of a ghost filled her ears, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Then a wild vibration shook her to the core, jarring every nerve in her body. Hot fire poked her in the eyes. Her teeth felt like they were being yanked out by their roots.
She cried out in horror.
Pain, unbearable pain stabbed her, piercing her everywhere. Racking shudders gripped her, making it impossible for her to control her movements. Hands, arms, legs flying in all directions. An unknown force pulling them from their sockets.
Liberty closed her eyes and tried to make the pain stop by sheer willpower, but it was so vicious, so deep, it made her torment worse. Ripping her apart, pulling and twisting her body into awkward, painful positions. Tearing the flesh from her bones.
Before she could take another breath, a great wind blew in her face. Twirling her round and round like an out-of-control comet hurtling through deepest, blackest space. A tumult of dizziness made her sick to her stomach as she fought back the bitter taste of bile rising in her throat.
I’m going to be sick.
Then, when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, an unbelievable cold grabbed her. So cold she swore her heart stopped.
Yes, stopped. And a blankness settled in her.
No pain. No feeling.
Her desire to run . . . so urgent and heated . . . gone.
This was maddening, but what could she do? She swore a long, dark shadow swelled around her, claiming her soul.
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. Her thoughts slipping away . . . tempting her to let go.
No, I don’t want to let go . . . I want to live.
I want to—
Oh, God, I must be dead.
Thanks for stopping by!
She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.
Posted on September 22, 2015, in Amazon, Antietam, author, books, Civil War, drama, e-Books, heroine, historical, Kindle, Kindle Press, kindle scout, KindleUnlimited, military hero, rebel, romance, sexy, soldier, spy, time travel, Uncategorized, Virginia, writer, Writing and tagged Antietam, belle, Civil War, civil war 150, Confederate, danger, diary, espionage, historical romance, Ken Burns, kindle, kindle scout, medical, medicine, North, nurse, officer, PBS, rebel, romance, sister, Soldier, South, spy, time travel, Union, war, women. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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