Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Typewriter

[froodle]

Written for day 11 of the 31_days challenge. The prompt was "Blank sheet of paper"



Marshall stared at the typewriter, feeling a cold, sick surge of fear and dread spreading through his entire body. It sat on the scarred worktable that ran the length of the secret spot, nestled between the two-headed cat skeleton under a glass specimen dome and the tombstone radio that only played music from the 1940s. There was already a blank sheet of paper fitted between the feed roller and the platen. The "property of NBC" sticker, complete with brightly coloured peacock logo, caught the late-afternoon sunlight as it slanted through the arched windows of the attic.

He couldn't say for sure how long he stood there, watching it with the sort of paralysed apprehension that you might apply to a poisonous spider spotted in the corner of the room. It must have been a while, though; his parents and Syndi were sitting down to dinner when the typewriter dropped past the kitchen window and shattered on the path leading to the back door.

Comments

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

very sensible, Mars.

[froodle]

that is a completely legit way to deal with the temptation to rewrite reality.

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

truth.

meanwhile Syndi is like "I could have used that for my homework you dweeb!"

[froodle]

and mars is like LOL UR TOO DUMB FOR HOMEWORK and syndis like, "......" *staples acceptance ltr from stanford to marshalls dumb face*

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

Syndi then gets grounded to stapling something to marshall's face but since she magicked it off and made it like it never happened it's kind of moot.

tho mars is still plotting his revenge all through Syndi's first semester.

it doesn't go over well because marshall is predictable.

[froodle]

I am.going to the ficfest right now to request some escalating syndi/marshall prank war fic

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

I keep going to the fic fest with the intention of writing more fic and I wind up just rereading the ones that are there already and like...not writing anything new.

[froodle]

I inow, every time I put arequest up im like, okay, fill one now, thats fair... and then I dont

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

haha, yes, exactly.

I will soon, though.

I swear.

Especially now that I have no podfic room on soundcloud for a bit.

[froodle]

on the one hand, yay new fic

on the other, fuck no new podfic

I guess everything is a balance..

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

it's true.

also as sooooon as I can I will do more podfic :)

[froodle]

YAY!

[deifire]

I do the same thing. Or I have ideas, and they turn into long things that require research. Which I am totally planning on doing. Someday. As soon as I have breathing room.

[froodle]

or I go on wiki t look up a.specific thing and get sucked down a rabbit hole n find myself three hours later being like, why am I looking up scandanvian folklore when literally I wanted to know the difference between english, american and finnish pancakes??

[deifire]

Yes...that is, I admit, maybe not something I would have been able to resist.

[froodle]

HEATHERS ICON!

and yeah, me neither, I would have had to bin it and fast before I did something awful

[deifire]

Alas, I do not have a Heathers Christian Slater one to go with the theme of the evening...

[froodle]

there needs to be at least one of the scene where hed flipping her off in the basement n she shoots off his finger