Jun. 16th, 2020

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It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Eeriemat versus Straitjacket Lady
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The air smelled of autumn, of fresh-fallen leaves and a thin skein of ice on the puddles when you first woke up, fields stripped dark and bare after the harvest and sugar and cinnamon cooked a dozen ways in a dozen kitchens.

Mister Radford unfurled lengths of bunting in fiery reds and oranges and swept last winter's spiders out of the old straw-woven cornucopia. He polished the tombola drum to a high sheen and set up the little makeshift stage at the back of the store.

And then he waited, for the phonecall and the choosing of the Harvest King.

Ongoing Verse: Harvest

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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The bonfire blazed, flames licking up two or three times the height of a man, bright against the darkening blue of the oncoming night.

It was midwinter, and the old year was burning away in twisting coils of red and orange and sometimes white in the places where someone (probably the Bobs) had poured petrol over the carefully-arranged layers of old pallets at the base of the pyre.

The ForeverWare Ladies stood nearby, heat-resistant cups empty and lidless in one hand, tight-fitting rubber seals in the other. Tonight they would catch the last sparks of the year, and preserve them.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Ongoing Verse: Christmas

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Ongoing Verse: The Children

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Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention

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There were screams coming from inside the Eerie Bingo Parlour, but it was Wednesday evening, so it was probably nothing to worry about.

Still, both Marshall and Simon made sure to give the old red brick structure a wide berth as they peddled past, the better to avoid any airborne dentures and also to spare their bicycle tyres from any broken glass that might have spilled onto the streets earlier in the day.

There weren't any sirens, Marshall noted, though that could just mean Officer Derek was on duty and too scared to attend.

Inside the building, something exploded, noisily.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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The Christmas tree in the centre of town pulsed with light, warm golds meant to imitate the glow of a candle, harsh whites to evoke snow in the moonlight, reds and greens for the sprigs of holly tied to the outer branches.

Higher up, safe from the grasping hands of Eerie's younger residents, great baubles of coloured glass nestled amongst the prickly shelter of pine needles. If Janet had been there, she would have recognised the dark blue fishing buoy that normally sat in a locked cabinet at the Baitshop.

She might even have recognised the thing moving inside it.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Christmas

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The vending machine at the Eeriemat was stocked with milk, and the magazines laid out on the chipped and battered coffee table were glossy, new, and full of tips about body building.

Marilyn Teller balanced the heavy-duty garbage bag on one hip as she pushed the glass-fronted door open, feeling the smothering bulk of her winter-weight duvet shift about inside it's rubberised prison.

The teenager behind the counter smiled at her as she entered. His teeth were all quarters and his tongue was a roll of nickels, but he was polite beneath his pocket-change jingle and the dryers were empty.

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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The little kitchen was full of ballpoint pens, branded memo pads and mugs bearing the squirmy and be-tentacle logos of failed or failing cults from all over Eerie.

Marshall picked one of these up, and immediately set it down again when the screen-printed horror on the side tried to suck his soul out through his eyebrows.

He hadn't even known that was a thing, though since it hadn't worked, maybe that was proof enough that it wasn't.

A light came on in the other room and Simon poked his head through. He took in the scene and sighed.

"Grungy Bill?"

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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The cows had gotten into the circle of standing stones in the oldest section of the oldest field on the side of the hill where no crops ever grew and no livestock should ever graze.

Old Bessie's eyes were gone, replaced by a swirl of malevolent, rainbow-coloured bubbles. She spoke in low and panicked tones, her words garbled, and her stories spoke of madness and awful truths and the hideous and unknowable things that lurk at the corners of reality.

Farmer Chambers listened for a time, but he was no fan of weird fiction and soon called a cult deprogrammer.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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The glass jar was huge and heavy in Syndi's grasp, it's sides smooth and slick with moisture beading on it's cold surface, a result of being dragged up from the cellar into the heat of the day.

In the orchard where the sun always shone and the night never came, Chimpbee waited beneath the tallest of the trees. His retinue buzzed around him, neatly turned out as ever in striped coats of soft velvet. It was hard to read emotions in those buging insectile eyes, but she thought he looked... hungry.

Breathing deep, Syndi readjusted her grip and walked on.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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When word first reached him of a dragon nesting in the highest crags of Wolf Mountain, Billy Millions wasn't worried.

Anyone venturing that high was unlikely to make it back down anyway and most dragons knew enough to stay away from human settlements. So long as man and myth were content to ignore each other, all would be well.

Then the hero came, on a white horse with a sword shining silver at his waist, and now the leader of the Unkind Ones was concerned. Dragons knew to be afraid of heroes, but heroes so often forgot to fear dragons...

Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention

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Farmer Chambers had said the calf had appeared after Big Moo had eaten an entire shipment of Eerie Dairy Mint-Choc-Chip-Mystery-Surprise-Delight, which struck Simon as odd for a couple of reasons.

Firstly, while the old man certainly knew more about animal husbandry than Simon did, he was almost positive baby Cloud Buffalos weren't born because their daddy ate a lot of ice-cream one day.

Secondly, if an ice-cream flavour is named "mint-choc-chip", surely it was no longer either mystery or surprise?

Then again, thought Simon, holding out a hand for the new-born to nuzzle, the baby animal part was definitely delightful.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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