Eerie Indiana Sunday Challenge

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Your prompt for this week is:

The Lightless Flame

Eerie Indiana screencaps by enemytothestate

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Eerie Indiana - 1991

#i genuinely love this show so much#eerie indiana#eerie#90’s#90’s nostalgia#90’s tv shows#omri katz#marshall teller#justin shenkarow#simon holmes#jason marsden#dash x#paranormal#mysterycore#photos#eerie indiana edit#my edit#show#joe dante

eviltoxicgayshit on Eerie Indiana

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eerie, indiana reminds me of preseries salmondean

#i have an au in my mind that i am tentatively calling kidnatural in which cas doesnt wipe the braedens minds#ben becomes a hunter and meets claire and they have adventures#and it IS like eerie indiana

Predictocast on Eerie Indiana

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Previously available only on Patreon, Center of Weirdness: An Eerie, Indiana Podcast is now free for all! New episodes drop every Monday and Thursday.

If we were less than impressed with the last episode, "Heart on a Chain" comes back strong, with murderous milk trucks, dangerously fast games of stabberscotch, and a cuckolding spirit. It's all really something.

Rate and review us wherever you find the show!

Eerie Indiana up on FFFC Fandom Battle

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Week Eleven:


For our last few weeks, we're going to up the ante yet again. From now on, each week will see six (6) fandoms, three (3) of which will be eliminated.

new:
• Eerie Indiana (All Media Types)
{Designated: [personal profile] evilinsanemonkey, [personal profile] deifire, [personal profile] froodle}
• The Magicians (All Media Types)
{Designated: [personal profile] facethestrange (TV), [personal profile] sultrybutdamaged (TV)}
• Harry Potter (All Media Types)

returning:
• Julie and The Phantoms – All Media Types
{Designated: [personal profile] argentum_ls (TV 2020)}
• Stargate Franchise
{Designated: [personal profile] craterdweller (SG-1), [personal profile] tielan (Atlantis), [personal profile] vexed_wench (Atlantis)}
• Mortal Kombat Franchise

EERIE INDIANA FANDOM, ASSEMBLE!

Eerie Indiana Drabble: A Tricky Dish

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The dragon roll reared up, avocado scales gleaming wet and slick and already turning an unappetizing grey-brown along it's smooth-cut edges. It's white and pebbled jaws swung open and it huffed out a great cloud of black sesame seeds, which scattered across the floor.

Janet scowled.

"I don't suppose you plan on cleaning that up," she said.

The great sushi-beast indicated without words that no, it did not plan on cleaning that up.

Janet reached beneath the counter, past clean dishtowels and spare till rolls, finding the set of emergency chopsticks that always nestled there.

"Fine," she said, and leapt.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Contract Negotiations

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Janet stared down into the forty-gallon bucket filled with vigorously-churning, slightly vinegar-scented water in silence. Something tentacular and many-eyed blinked back at her, visible for a single moment amidst the sloshing waves before it was re-submerged under the salty foam.

"Stock options," burbled the thing wearing a clip-on tie despite a noticeable lack of either a collared shirt, or a neck. It had a palm-sized scrap of driftwood pinned directly onto it's clammy skin, a rough approximation of the word "manager" scrawled upon it in black and stinking ink.

Janet shook her head.

"Pay rise," she countered. "And sick leave."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: the Agony of the Feet

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Janet loosened the pristine white laces holding her new-to-her pink and purple sneakers in place, and gently pried them off, wincing as she did so.

Beneath cute and colourful socks bearing the likeness of a slightly sinister cartoon dog her feet were callused and blistered, the result of long hours waiting tables and wrangling semi-aquatic rice-monsters onto plates decorated with artfully arranged slivers of ginger and corralled with whisper-thin walls of wasabi.

At the end of the dock, the mermaids bobbed in the surf, needle-sharp teeth flashing as the setting sun reflected in the water.

"We can help," they whispered.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Temporarily Out of Order

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She was only ten minutes into her shift when the gravity stopped working.

The soft clatter of side plates rising from the neat rows they'd been left in the night before mingled with the deeper rumbling of the serving platters shifting in the cupboard beneath the hand-washing station, and soon the whole kitchen was alive with the clinking and tinkling of a thousand sharp or breakable things straining skywards.

Moving like her sturdy rubber-soled server's shoes had magically transformed into seven-league boots, Janet lunged for the maki tanks, snapping heavy-duty locks into place just as the banging started.

Fucking gravity.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Forced Evolution

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The mud-sharks strode back and forth, moving quickly on long-legged stilts which groaned under a thousand pounds of toothsome and murderous mammalian monster. A few straggling picnickers, those who either hadn't heard the warning sirens or hadn't cared to listen, struggled through the churning earth towards the relative safety of the parking lot. A family of four disappeared in a scream and a puff of gingham tablecloth, a now-abandoned wicker hamper tumbling the last few inches to rest upon the baking tarmac.

Simon turned to give his brother an accusing stare.

"Harley Schwarzenegger Holmes," he asked. "Did you make shark-acrobats?"


Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Pick Your Own

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The strawberries had turned a deep and bruised-looking shade of maroon. Farmer Ephraim Chambers moved along the neatly planted rows, lifting broad green leaves and touching the fruit as little as possible. There was no sign of insect predation and the previous day had been fine and dry, with no sudden rainfall to account for the discolouration.

He spotted the boot first, a moment before he noticed the desiccated remains of the leg still protruding from said boot, and sighed. He'd tried warning the Mayor about the dangers of pick-your-own fields, but as usual, Chisel had chosen to ignore him.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: Weather

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Night Call

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The voices in the dark were calling his name. Marshall Teller stood beside his bedroom window, the grey sleet of an Indiana March beating against the pane and the night-time blackness pressing thick upon the glass, which creaked and groaned within the confines of it's thin and rotting wooden frame.

The streetlight directly outside their rundown apartment building had long since burned out, but now it's nearest neighbours were also dimming and dying. At the same time, windows across the way blazed with light as sleepers roused, curtains twitched and blinds raised, more and more people responding to the call.


Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Underground

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The lighthouse hung down from the ceiling, a vast man-made stalactite gleaming pale against the dark rock of the far-distant cavern roof. Janet Donner pushed wet hair out of her eyes, spat out a mouthful of briny water and several mouthfuls of curses, and froze.

Dark against the yellow glow of the lamp, the silhouette of something not quite human was moving along the outer railing, it's gait smooth and assured despite hanging upside down deep in the muck below Lake Eerie.

Her fingers scrabbled in the thick and cloying mud as she struggled to her feet, swallowing her screams.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Structural Issues

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The carpet was thick and lush, and could not quite hide the fact that beneath it the floor was peeling away. Bartholomew J. Radford set his shoulder against the newly-emptied bookcase and shoved, grimacing as the heavy wood moved laboriously across the disappearing ground.

There it was. A thin and branching crack in reality, running up the wall of the Loyal Order of Corn, swallowing the green and gold of the flocked wallpaper as it went, leaving behind bare plaster that crumbled to grey dust when he touched it.

Radford sighed into his moustache. This would cost a few Seedlings.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Easy Target

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Al closed the car door softly. Keeping low, he moved to the vehicle beside it, sliding the slim jim between the window and the door and jiggling it until it, too, popped open.

The roar of passing traffic would likely have covered any noise he made short of setting off the alarms, but it never hurt to ensure professional standards were maintained, even if this job was a little like...

"Low-hanging fruit?!" Lodgepoole repeated, affronted.

"Well, yeah," Al said, handing over the crumpled stack of roadmaps, easily a dozen. "You don't think it's kind of on the nose?"

Lodgepoole huffed.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Barbeque

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The green and gold pyramid stood as tall as a man, steaming gently even under the bright afternoon sun.

A man in a smart waistcoat and very stupid hat that marked him as a Knee-High member of the Loyal Order of Corn stood beside it, beaming as he roasted a dozen corn cobs over a brazier which spat and smoked and occasionally screamed as the damned souls that kept it burning finally flamed out, ending their fiery torment.

"Salt and butter at the end of the table," he said, shooting Marshall a cheery wink as he gestured with heat-blackened tongs.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Old Fears

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The corn maze towered above them, the entrance dark and shadowed and lorded over by a great scarecrow who seemed sometimes to have too many limbs and always to have too many teeth.

"Looks good, right boys?" Edgar enthused.

Marshall and Simon considered. The scarecrow, perhaps moved by some stray gust of wind, turned it's sagging and sackcloth face towards them and smiled a wide and nicotine-yellow smile.

"Great," said Marshall.

"Great," echoed Simon.

Syndi, resplendent in autumn colours and her hair teased into the consistency of straw beneath a broad-brimmed hat, scoffed.

"Still scared of the Wizard of Oz?"

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: Harvest

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Seasonal Behaviours

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The weather was turning, and the four identical old ladies who worked the counter at Grandma's Counter were knitting. They had been knitting for days, and already a thick skein of purple-red fabric had gathered about their feet and tangled amongst the curved runners of their four identical rocking chairs.

"Hypothesis one," said Marshall. "They hibernate for winter and those things are their cocoons."

Simon dutifully wrote it down.

"Hypothesis two," he said, still scribbling, "They're Eerie's version of the Fates, knitting the New Year."

"Hypothesis three," said Tod, "They're Grandmas, and that's just what Grandma's do near Christmas time."

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Christmas

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Ghost in the Machine

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Smooth jazz was playing from the loudspeakers mounted atop tall poles all across Eerie, and in the climate-controlled and lightning-proof vault beneath WERD-TV, Weatherman Wally was panicking.

"Are you sure you didn't summon something?" he asked, for at least the third time since she'd arrived.

Syndi Teller smoothed down the puffy blue-grey skirts of her Miss Tornado Day outfit, hastily retrieved from the back of her closet when the summons came.

"No," she said, taking a deep breath that raised tiny zephyrs even in the sealed room. "I don't even like jazz. Whatever's haunting the warning sirens, it isn't me."

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: Weather

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Reading Material

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The Paperwitch rustled amongst the tall shelves of the Eerie Library, trailing fine white dust and a steady stream of dangerous words freed from the pages of a dozen extremely cursed texts. Knowledge Spirits cowered between the stacks or crawled inside the glossy covers of newly released hardcovers as she passed

A children's reading circle watched in horror as the latest instalment of the Adventures of Rowan the Chaffinch and Limey the Lime swelled to monstrous proportions before devouring the volunteer whole and screaming, and the Paperwitch wheezed out a dry and spiteful laugh as sharp as a dozen paper-cuts.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Displaced Populations

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The sun rose and bathed Wolf Mountain in pinks and golds. The frozen crusts on the deeper pools of blood spilled the previous night steamed as they melted, attracting swarms of carnivorous bees and various other wildlife that made their homes there.

Marshall Teller unzipped the door of his tent then, more carefully, raised a single section of the protective silver mesh that surrounded it. He glanced around before easing himself out into the rapidly-warming spring morning.

"Check it out, Simon," he whispered. "This is where that flock of pterodactyls went after tthe seagulls took over the old Boarding House."

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Decisions

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She said her name was Mrs. Fluffins, but Marshall was almost one hundred percent sure that it was Fifi in a tall trenchcoat, possibly balanced on a number of slightly larger dogs, possibly some that had learned to walk upright.

He hefted that day's newspaper in his free hand, contemplating his options. He could throw it, relying on her canine instincts to fetch to shatter the illusion. Alternatively, he could play along, leaving the Eerie Examiner neatly wrapped in plastic on the porch of the house whose true owners were most likely buried in the back yard.

"Hmm," he said.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: CAT

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