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Dec. 8th, 2016
Eerie, Indiana drabble: Animatronics
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froodleThe animatronic Santa’s eyes were cold and dead, but those of his helpers gleamed bright and wet and full of malevolent intent. They moved in stiff, shuddering jerks, pudgy hands clutching hammers and tongs and wrenches and jagged-toothed saws, and their rubbery faces stretched in a variety of cheery grimaces that revealed the needle-sharp teeth behind the rosy-cheeked facade.
“Should we do something about this?” asked Simon, eyeing the line of children that snaked from the grotto to encircle the entire second floor of the Eerie Mall.
“I dunno,” said Marshall. “What’s our policy on evil robot elves?”
Simon shrugged.
( Read the rest of the Trusted Associates verse here )
( Read the rest of the Christmas series here )
“Should we do something about this?” asked Simon, eyeing the line of children that snaked from the grotto to encircle the entire second floor of the Eerie Mall.
“I dunno,” said Marshall. “What’s our policy on evil robot elves?”
Simon shrugged.
( Read the rest of the Trusted Associates verse here )
( Read the rest of the Christmas series here )
Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: The Bridge
Dec. 8th, 2016 09:01 pmfroodleThe interior of the covered bridge was dark and cool. The stream below was heavy with snow-melt and flowed fast and clear over the pebbly river bed. The wooden boards of the structure amplified the sound, bounced and twisted it into strange echoes that sounded almost like someone speaking. Thick swathes of moss hung down from the beams of the roof, swaying gently in time with the voice of the water. At the far end, the other side of the glen was wreathed in green and friendly shadows.
“Give it up, Teller,” Dash said. He blew on his cupped hands and stamped his feet to keep warm. “We’ve been at this for hours. I don’t care who told you there was a troll under there, it’s not coming out no matter how many times we go trip-trapping over his bridge.”
Marshall glared at the obstinately troll-less bridge, then at Dash, then back at the bridge again. Then he brightened.
“Do you think you could get me a goat from the Eerie Petting Zoo?” he asked.
“I think Simon would kill us both,” said Dash.
( Read the rest of the Microwave-verse here )
“Give it up, Teller,” Dash said. He blew on his cupped hands and stamped his feet to keep warm. “We’ve been at this for hours. I don’t care who told you there was a troll under there, it’s not coming out no matter how many times we go trip-trapping over his bridge.”
Marshall glared at the obstinately troll-less bridge, then at Dash, then back at the bridge again. Then he brightened.
“Do you think you could get me a goat from the Eerie Petting Zoo?” he asked.
“I think Simon would kill us both,” said Dash.
( Read the rest of the Microwave-verse here )
Eerie, Indiana drabble: Golf Course
Dec. 8th, 2016 10:03 pmfroodle“This is a disaster!” screamed Fred Suggs, wringing his white leather gloved hands together in anguish. The argyle pattern on his pastel sweater vest was obscured with grass and mud and blood, and one leg of his checked black and yellow plus-fours was torn.
Behind him, Eerie’s recently re-seeded 18 hole golf course reared upwards, earthy maw agape, and began pounding the red-tiled roof of the golf club with emerald green fists the size of a semi-truck. Elderly patrons abandoned congealing plates of sub-standard Sunday roast and shuffled towards the exit.
“This is worse than the Bingo Parlour,” said one.
( Read the rest of the Microwave verse here )
( Read the rest of the Teller Family History here )
Behind him, Eerie’s recently re-seeded 18 hole golf course reared upwards, earthy maw agape, and began pounding the red-tiled roof of the golf club with emerald green fists the size of a semi-truck. Elderly patrons abandoned congealing plates of sub-standard Sunday roast and shuffled towards the exit.
“This is worse than the Bingo Parlour,” said one.
( Read the rest of the Microwave verse here )
( Read the rest of the Teller Family History here )
Eerie, Indiana drabble: Bathtub
Dec. 8th, 2016 11:02 pmfroodleThe thing in the pipes was singing, a slow, solemn song all about the joy of dark, hidden places beneath the earth, of murky water and small children pulled piece-meal through metal grating, and the hot wash of fresh blood on greasy stone that had never seen sunlight.
Simon gave the can of lemon-scented bathroom cleaner a vigorous shake and sprayed a thick white layer of easy-wipe, no-scrub, anti-limescale foam around the inside of the bathtub. The song changed pitch, becoming higher and faster, and a whining note crept into the melody.
“Keep it up,” said Simon. “I have bleach.”
( Read the rest of the Holmes Brothers series here )
( Read the rest of the Microwave verse here )
Simon gave the can of lemon-scented bathroom cleaner a vigorous shake and sprayed a thick white layer of easy-wipe, no-scrub, anti-limescale foam around the inside of the bathtub. The song changed pitch, becoming higher and faster, and a whining note crept into the melody.
“Keep it up,” said Simon. “I have bleach.”
( Read the rest of the Holmes Brothers series here )
( Read the rest of the Microwave verse here )