Mar. 18th, 2020

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What have you been working on this week, Eerie fans? Now's the time to spread the word about any fannish treats you've got cooking: a line of dialogue from an upcoming fic, linework for your latest art piece, the yarn colours for a new toy. Let us know in the comments!
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It's the year 2020, and to mark the occasion we'll be running weekly prompts based around Just Say No Fun, the episode that introduced everyone's least favourite optometrist.

Your prompt for this week is:

A WHOLE CASE OF FUN
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The stone faces carved into the front of City Hall were whispering again.

Perhaps they had always whispered, maybe they'd only just started. Maybe they only whispered when she walked by, and fell silent once she was gone. All Melanie knew was that she'd heard them with the first beat of her borrowed heart, and she'd heard them every day since.

Oh, and it annoyed her. She knew that too.

"Did you whisper to Devon?" she wanted to ask, and knew she never would. That would be letting them win.

She slid on her headphones, and turned the music up.

Ongoing Verse: The Children

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Janet set the large glass teapot in the centre of the table and began pouring hot water onto the tightly wrapped bundle of leaves inside. Newly formed curls of steam rose towards the Baitshop's net-and-glass-buoy decorated ceiling, wispy tendrils questing this way and that in a way that had nothing to do with the movement of the air around them.

As the dark green outer layers peeled away, unveiling the first flash of pink, Janet stepped away.

"Duck," she warned the seated diners, moments before the rehydrated Kraken lunged at them.

She was too late, of course. She always was.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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