Eerie Indiana Drabble: Particular

[froodle]

The rain beat down on the red-shingled roof of wooden veranda that they did not have, had never had, and never could have had on their small second-floor apartment.

Sara Sue sat on her porch swing on the impossible extension, rocking back and forth as her feet trailed against wooden boards yanked into existence in a single afternoon and aged with a few quick brushstrokes once she'd decided that, actually, she quite liked the idea of floors that creaked underfoot.

The right kind of creak, of course. The sort that comes from time and use and loving maintenance. That mattered.


Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Refurbish

[froodle]

The television had stopped working that morning, frozen on an unsettling shot of the Mayor proudly unveiling a brand-new set of picnic tables in a recently reconstructed area of Deadwood Park.

That particular corner of the park had suffered during the recent flooding, caused when a group of sentient trees, angry that one of their number had been cut down and then cut up to make picnic tables, had uprooted themselves to go in search of a new home.

In the still frame, Chisel was grinning broadly, and the red spots on his collars and cuffs looked very like sap.


Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Heavy Lifting

[froodle]

Marshall Teller slipped on a heavy pair of protective gloves, said a quick prayer to whatever gods or spirits or creeping things might have dominion over not losing your fingers, and pressed the intercom.

There was a long trilling sound, then a clatter and a burst of static, and finally Dash's voice rattled through the rusting speaker.

"What?"

"Can you come down? The new television's in the car and I need to get it up the front steps into the elevator."

There was a pause in which the silence on the other end sounded almost surprised, then:

"Be right there."

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Extravagance

[froodle]

"You bought a television," Simon said.

"Yes?"

"But, I mean... you bought a television. A new one. A big one, even."

"It was what Mister Radford had in stock."

(It had been in stock, along with several other, smaller, less expensive televisions, but Marshall didn't feel the need to mention that part.)

"We could have got one second-hand," said Simon. "Or picked one up for free down at the town dump. I'm getting pretty good at spotting the ones that aren't haunted by Mister Wilson, you know."

"We could have stolen one," said Dash. "I was going to, after work."

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Eerie Indiana Double Drabble: Consumer Choice

[froodle]

"You couldn't have stolen one this big," Marshall countered. "It took the three of us twenty minutes just to carry it down the hall and into the apartment."

"I'd have stolen a sack trolley," said Dash, but without any real conviction. The television, already lovingly ensconced in the corner facing the couch, did look nice.

"You could," Marshall conceded. "Mister Radford really needs to stop displaying them right between the heavy goods aisle and the emergency exit with the broken alarm."

He shook his head.

"But guys, you're missing the point. We don't need to steal, or scavenge, or even go down to Noel's Knick Knack Bric a Brac Emporium and keep opening his collection of mystery crates until we found one that we liked. We can just go and buy one."

They considered this in silence for a long moment.

Simon took a breath, but Marshall cut him off.

"No, we couldn't have gotten an even bigger one. Not unless you wanted to wait for Radford to get it in stock, and that would have meant no TV for a week, maybe even two or three."

Now Dash opened his mouth.

"No, we're not getting one for the bedroom."

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Ongoing Verse: First Kiss

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Bloodsuckers

[froodle]

"By the way," said Simon, idly twirling the last of strands of spaghetti around his plate, "I think the landlord was trying to peek in through the windows again last night. There was a weird glow coming from behind the curtains in the living room and I heard the wards over the bathtub clattering."

Marshall stared out of the kitchen window, taking in the sight of Eerie as seen from four stories up.

"Let's put some silver around the frames," he said. "The letterbox too. And I'll pick up some garlic plants from the Eerie Nursery on my way home."

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Eerie Indiana Triple Drabble: Snack Run

[froodle]

Harley Holmes had fine blonde hair, and blue eyes that shone so bright that it sometimes almost hid the tiny specks of red that burned at their centre. He smiled a smile that showed slightly too many of his perfect, pearl-like baby teeth, and approached the lady at the end of the queue.

"Hi," he said, tilting his head to look up at her as she waited patiently in line.

"Hi," she said, smiling down at this little boy with his round and ruddy cheeks. She glanced about, wondering where his parents might be, but he had already moved on to the woman in front of her.

"Hi," he said, tiny hands clutching a packet of Haribo and a box of pancake mix.

"Hi," she said, adjusting her grip on a shopping basket overflowing with potato chips. She would have said more, but Harley was already moving towards the man ahead of her.

"Hello," he said, and the man nodded back and asked how he was doing, in the friendly sort of way that grown people address small children.

"I'm shopping," said Harley, presenting his Haribo and pancake mix for appraisal.

The man nodded again, and perhaps would have said more had the cashier not called for the next customer.

"You go on," said the man, and Harley beamed at him before approaching the register.

The clerk, who wore a shapeless cardigan over a neatly-pressed dress shirt despite looking all of nineteen, looked at the crumbled two-dollar bill he'd been offered and shook his head.

"Sorry little man," he said. "That'll get you the pancakes or the jellies, but not both."

"I'll pay for it," said the three people who had been ahead of Harley in the checkout queue, and Harley grinned a gleaming crocodile grin at each of them.

Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Eerie Indiana Double Drabble: A Masterful Display

[froodle]

"That," said Dash X, his eyes wide and his voice tinged with genuine emotion. "Was beautiful."

Simon scowled at him, then at his baby brother.

"Don't talk to him," he said. "He's in trouble. You're in trouble! You're both in trouble!"

Dash spread his hands wide.

"I swear, Shrimpenstein, I had nothing to do with this. I was just innocently minding my own business in a security camera blind spot and saw the whole thing play out."

"I got pancakes," Harley informed him solemnly.

Dash smirked. "You sure did."

Simon closed his eyes tight. Was nine too young to go bald from stress? He thought he might be on his way to finding out...

"Dash," he said. "Thank you very much for bringing him home, but please don't encourage this."

Dash shook his head.

"You realise that's like asking fans of cheesy musicals not to encourage Andrew Lloyd Webber, right?" he said. "I've never seen anything like that before. I've gotta know how he did it."

"He's not showing you anything," Simon said. "You don't need my little brother to teach you better ways to crime, okay?"

He paused.

"Anyway, it wouldn't work. Harley's much, much cuter than you are."

Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Budget Cuts

[froodle]

The swimming pool in the basement of BF Skinner Junior High had been drained and dry and locked away since before Simon was born.

Rumours of a drowning, or a terrible diving accident, or the sudden and inexplicable appearance of a school of piranhas in the middle of a meet abounded, but the most likely explanation, which was also the most boring, was that the school had simply run out of the money needed to keep it heated and filled and also free of teenagers who might otherwise use it to drown or dive or get themselves eaten by fish.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Storm Warning

[froodle]

"Forecast said it's supposed to be stormy today," said Melanie, lounging at the customer side of the long polished counter that ran the length of the Eerie Baitshop and Sushi Bar.

Janet Donner leaned around her friend to glance out through the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked Lake Eerie. The sky was blue, with only a few picturesquely puffy white clouds scudding gently along at high altitudes. The water, however, was grey-green and threatening, and it's surface bulged rather than rippling.

"I'm going to take in the boats," she decided.

"And the passengers?"

"They'll have to swim for it."


Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Weather

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Lure

[froodle]

The Teller siblings stood side by side in their parent's darkened living room, a thin lace curtain pulled across the window they stared out from. In the road beyond, a single trash can lay on it's side, the remains of a Saturday night takeaway spilling onto the black asphalt.

Syndi's brow furrowed with concentration as the metal can began to shift back and forth, slowly picking up momentum as it rolled towards the nearest streetlight. Behind it, a gangling figure coated in gingery fur followed, drawn by the scent of leftover chow mein.

Marshall Teller raised his camera, and waited.

Ongoing Verse: Weather

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Forecast

[froodle]

The Lady of Storms drifted over Eerie, the dark grey thunderclouds that made up the great folds of her skirt blocking out the sky, the spark of merriment in her eyes shooting bolts of lighting that burned white-hot and shattered stone when they landed. The people not already inside hurried for the nearest shelter, and down at the World o' Stuff Mister Radford handed out endless cups of hot chocolate to drenched and shivering citizens.

Alone at WERD-TV, Weatherman Wally sat beside the topographical map of Eerie, shoulders slumped, fingers crisscrossed with electrical burns. This would be a bad one.

Ongoing Verse: Weather

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Growing Up

[froodle]

The calf who Simon had named Minty lay in the field, long and slightly melted forelegs stretched out in front of him, crossed neatly at the ankles. Though he was mostly still as green as the ice-cream that had both birthed him and given him his name, dark brown spots had begun to appear across his flank, and the soft creamy fur of his nose almost matched the deep chocolate of his eyes.

"He's growing," said Farmer Ephraim Chambers. "The Dairy will want to take him soon."

Simon ran one hand across Minty's rippled back.

"I'll miss you," he whispered.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Live off the Land

[froodle]

The 666H Club had, once again, violated the laws of nature, and nature was, once again, understandably very annoyed about it.

Marshall Teller pressed himself tight against a bank of lockers as a bunch of man-sized carrots - or perhaps carrots that had once been men? - rampaged past, filling the small corridor with the coppery tang of spilled blood and the loamy scent of newly-turned earth.

"How did they make a problem this big out of a vegetable plot the size of a wardrobe?" he very quietly marvelled.

"They are taught to do more with less," Simon offered in a whisper.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Ramshackle

[froodle]

There was blood welling up from under the floorboards, blood oozing out from around the light fixtures, and blood dripping from every dry and rusted tap in the house.

Simon Holmes was quick and quiet, a lifetime of trying not to be seen rendering him nearly soundless when he chose, and he stepped lightly as he moved about the woebegone building. Hands formed from mouldering wallpaper and wet, rotten plaster reached for him as he did, but he remained just out of reach.

"You know," he said. "If you're upset about being abandoned, this really isn't how you fix it."


Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: A Quality Purchase

[froodle]

The coffee had long since gone cold, the off-brand Thermos unable finally to compete with Indiana's winter chill. Marshall drank it anyway, wondering if perhaps he should chance the marked-down ForeverWare ForeverWarm Insulated Flask he'd seen at the World o' Stuff after all.

He thought about it, then decided he'd rather deal with cold coffee. Besides, even when on sale the average ForeverWare piece cost as much as a car payment.

Outside, the flock of ducks who were not really ducks but instead the duck-shaped fingertips of something huge lurking under the water bobbed about, pecking at scraps of bread.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Morning Rush

[froodle]

The doors of Grandma's Kitchen were open, and the sugar-sweet smell of patisserie cream wafted down Front Street, drawing pedestrians on their way to work towards the little shop, windows glowing yellow-gold in the early morning gloom of a winter's day.

The four identical old ladies who worked the counter were in full flight, packing pretty pink boxes full of crackling baker's parchment before laying them in sticky treats. The beaded curtain that led to the actual kitchen swayed slightly in the heat from the ovens hidden behind it, and customers queued patiently beside great glass cabinets that gleamed hungrily.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Appropriate Clothing

[froodle]

The fox had donned a tiny black eye mask and stolen a pillowcase on which someone, presumably a toddler from the previous year's trick-or-treating, had written "SWAG" in large, uneven block text. The fox thought that the little black mask went nicely with the neat black stocking colouration of it's small and clever feet.

Dash X, apparently, disagreed.

"You look like a ginger racoon," he told it. "Nobody wears a bandit mask to go thieving anymore; it's like putting a giant spotlight on yourself telling shopkeepers to keep an eye on you."

Behind the bandana, the fox glared at him.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Pizza

[froodle]

The timer on the oven buzzed, indicating either that the pizza was ready, or that an interdimensional rift had opened beneath the heater elements, discharging scaly and poisonous things into Marshall's tiny kitchen.

He pushed his chair back, one hand going for the heatproof glove and the other for a very sharp and ornately decorated blade that shouldn't have been doing double duty as both weapon and pizza cutter, yet was.

Marshall knelt beside the oven and peered through the filmy brown glass of the door. Bubbling cheese and crisping discs of pepperoni were all he could see.

Thank god.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: A Ploy

[froodle]

The Tatzelwurm was waiting by the garbage cans when Simon took the trash out. It mewled plaintively, rolling on it's back to show a plush white-furred belly that looked perfectly well-fed, despite it's apparent determination to play-act a starving and neglected pet.

"Little man," said Simon, flinging back the lid of the dumpster and depositing the malodourous black sack inside, "You know and I know that you are the most spoiled creature in this whole building. There are three separate families here who all think they're yours, and here you are, trying for a fourth."

The Tatzelwurm continued to beg.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: A Delicate Constitution

[froodle]

Soft light, filtered and dim and comforting, filled the room. Soothing piano music tinkled faintly on the air, combining with the bubble and hiss of air filters and water pumps.

Janet Donner paused at the doorway, slipping her shoes off and motioning for Melanie to do the same.

"Don't make too much noise," she warned, her voice soft. "I don't want to scare them."

Melanie made a zipping motion across her lips, then toed off her scuffed black penny loafers before following her friend to a huge fishtank in the centre of the room, where three puffer fish bobbed gently.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Last Stand

[froodle]

The King Crab wedged himself further under the rocky outcrop, black button eyes glaring undiluted venom at the three boys who loomed over him, sticks in hand.

"Get him, Bob Bob," cried the oldest and largest of them, shoving the smallest towards the King Crab's makeshift shelter.

The King Crab retreated again, great claws snapping at the broken end of the branch Bob Bob jabbed towards him. He wondered if this was some new treachery perpetuated by the little AntiChrist who ruled the dry lands, or just the unlucky fate of a King Crab whose time had come.

Either way...


Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Deal with the Devil

[froodle]

The Mackerel Soldiers thrashed about in a frenzy of silver and scales, turning the water white and flinging foam high into the sea. Of course, it was the greatest treachery for a Mackerel Soldier, any Mackerel Soldier, let alone a full shoal, to even consider consorting with an enemy of the King, and yet...

Harley Holmes sat upon the throne of crawling filth that was the Rat King's many bodies, and thought about it. On the one hand, the King Crab was easily his greatest obstacle to complete underwater conquest.

On the other, he really did enjoy having a nemesis...


Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Clearly

[froodle]

The footprints were strange, ragged and uneven, so much so that Marshall almost thought that they might have been several different tracks left by several different creatures, all passing the same way over a short space of time.

That would have been boring, though, and in the absence of any obviously nefarious maneuvering from City Hall, the continued outage of the satellite dish back at his house, and his own lack of funds following a very ill-advised bargain with his most untrusted non-associate Dash X, he would need to make his own fun.

Clearly, there was a shape-shifter in Eerie.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Timetable

[froodle]

Time ticked on, far too slowly for Marshall's liking. He'd been sure that this was math class - in fact, out of the corner of his eye he could just see Tod McNulty paging through his "Introduction to Algebra" textbook with an expression of increasing bafflement - yet here was Miss Annabelle Lee droning in dreary delight over yet another messy death in yet another work by William Shakespeare.

He'd never even heard of half of these plays. Sometimes he thought Miss Lee was making up new ones to justify yet another lesson spent describing gruesome and drawn out deaths to them.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Anticipation

[froodle]

Marilyn Teller sat in the pre-dawn darkness of her silent kitchen, staring out the window and drinking the first of what promised to be many cups of coffee. Upstairs, the rooms once occupied by her two now-grown children sat empty, each still smelling faintly of fresh paint, windows open to let in the night air.

Her husband joined her, fingers nicked and bandaged from setting up the bunkbeds the night before, almost vibrating with excitement. Syndi would arrive some time that afternoon, twin sons in tow and giddy at the prospect of a week with their grandparents.

They couldn't wait.

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Fountain

[froodle]

Simon knelt beside the little water grate that so badly wanted to be a fountain, a tiny plastic figurine in one hand.

"Here," he said, gently fixing it in place just above the spot where heavy rain would force the water up and out in a font of white foam. "A lot of the bigger fountains have statues of angels or fish or children peeing in them. I thought you might like something similar."

The figurine was of a bird, species indeterminate, wings outstretched and beak agape. It was blue and silver, and it's reflection sparkled in the trickling overflow.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Barrier

[froodle]

Simon opened his eyes at the sound of a car door slamming. Through the thin and moth-eaten curtains that covered his bedroom window with their broken and grimy screen, he could see headlights flashing off, then on, then off again.

He sat up, glancing over to where dirty laundry lay artfully wedged in the gap between his door and the frayed and faded carpet. It would open a little, before sticking just enough that his father probably wouldn't bother trying to force his way in, instead contenting himself with raging impotently from the hallway.

If he even made it upstairs.


Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: New and Improved

[froodle]

The ice-cream counter at the World o' Stuff was a riot of colours. Eager patrons crowded around, desperate for a first glimpse of the new season's flavours, jostling the elbows of grumbling traditionalists who demanded to know what was wrong with the classic Neapolitan trifecta of vanilla, strawberry and chocolate, or even a good old 99 cent cone.

Of course, they had turned out to the unveiling too, so nobody paid them any mind.

Marshall and Simon squeezed closer, navigating the narrow gaps between loitering adults in order to get the best view. At the register, Radford beamed in anticipation.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Halloween Special

[froodle]

Marshall had to admit that the Tod and Donna Halloween Spooktacular Special was better than he'd expected.

Shot entirely in black and white, with unsettlingly skewed camera angles and a score comprised mostly of ominous organ riffs and scare chords, and containing at least three visual homages to Boris Von Orloff's "The Bloody Revenge of the Mummy's Curse" within the first twenty minutes alone, he'd actually been enjoying himself until the second act.

"Is that Harley?" he whispered, to Simon, who was dozing beside a bowl of popcorn bigger than his own torso.

Simon blinked, focused, and groaned.

"Not again!"

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Scheduled Departure

[froodle]

The Ghost Train rattled across rails made from twisted human spines, shaking sleepers comprised of long bones stolen from the long dead, and sometimes the newly dead, and even occasionally the not-quite-but-rapidly-getting-there-owing-to-the-brutal-theft-of-their-leg-bones dead, and giving off hooting bursts of steam that sounded like damned souls in eternal torment.

Desiccated corpses in Casey Jones hats grinned ghoulish grins and waved from rusting footplates, and all the ghosts of Eerie gathered on phantom platforms to watch it go by.

"This is kinda weird," said Devon Wilde, earning a strange look from a spectre with nothing above a fountaining and bloody neck stump.


Ongoing Verse: The Children

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Mean Spirited

[froodle]

The vampire biker gang stared at the Unkind Ones, and the Unkind Ones stared back. For a long moment, the only noise was the growl of a dozen motor engines that were, frankly, entirely overpowered when it came to driving around a own as small as Eerie.

"So you don't... find things?" asked the leader of the Unkind Ones slowly.

"No," said the leader of the vampire biker gang. "We just put maggots into takeout boxes and laugh at people when we trick them into eating it."

The leader of the Unkind Ones made a face.

"That sounds very unkind."

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Shoo Out the Clowns

[froodle]

"We're just clowning around," giggled the evil clown, around a mouthful of yellow and splintered teeth that curved the serrated knives from grey-green gums. "Just trying to have a little fun."

"Have a little fun in your own territory," said Janet, who was holding a very large cleaver but didn't want to risk chipping it on evil clown bones if she could help it. "This place exists to feed something other than you."

The clown simpered in mock sadness, and Janet thought it might be worth the loss of her favourite bladed instrument just to cut it's horrible face off.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Right of Recovery

[froodle]

The breakwater was littered with bodies and already the seagulls that had all but destroyed Eerie's native population of pterodactyl were out in force. Eyes were plucked out and swallowed, abdomens pierced and torn and entrails tugged free, and even the hardest wearing denim was shredded so the scavenging hoard could access the meatier parts of the human anatomy.

Janet Donner tucked her hair up under a wide-brimmed hat, exchanged her clean white apron for one of hardwearing leather, and grabbed a bucket. Much of the ocean's spoils were hers by right, and she would claim them for the Baitshop.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: First Dibs

[froodle]

"You know," said Melanie, eyeing the pile of bloodstained jewellery on the counter with something that was as close to fear as she came these days, "Just because I technically have a dead man's heart doesn't mean I want everything I own to come from corpses."

Janet shrugged, continuing to pick waterlogged flesh from between the links of a fine gold chain.

"Suit yourself," she said. "I thought those earring would look good on you, is all."

"You found them in a human skull," said Melanie. "Half it's face was still on. You had to rinse brains off them first!"

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Avoiding the Question

[froodle]

The rain drummed on the rusting tin roof of the old deer blind, the sound muffling any other noises which the outside world might care to make and providing a pleasant counterpoint to the steady scratch of biro against cheap notepaper.

Technically, Simon was there to mark the patterns of jackalope migration for comparison against last year's figures. In reality, he was hiding from the judging eyes of his ghostly assistant, who had started making pointed comments about exactly how many of Eerie's furred and feathered and man-eating residents he planned on adopting before his roommates objected.

Dang it, Sheila.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Fog

[froodle]

The fog rolled in, bringing with it the wet salt scent of the phantom ocean, the loud hooting of the foghorn and, of course, the ever-present call of the seagulls.

Behind the polished serving counter of the Eerie Baitshop and Sushi Bar, Janet Donner pulled on a stainless steel hairnet and hurried outside to the patio, warning diners who had a moment ago been enjoying delicious teriyaki long pig rice wraps in the warm summer evening that they should consider taking the rest of their meal inside.

Some refused, of course. Some always did, at least until the screaming started.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Plant Life

[froodle]

The ravens had found something interesting, and whatever the ravens found interesting was usually something that humans found gross and therefore, to a certain type of small boy, exciting beyond all measure.

Harley Schwarzenegger Holmes was exactly such a small boy, which was why when he'd spotted the ravens pecking intently at the gutters of Mr. and Mrs. Walter-Funke's small two-storey home, he'd gone to investigate.

Knotted and fibrous strands filled the shallow plastic troughs, fed both by the rain which fell on them from above, and something fetid and rotten and mammalian from below. As Harley watched, it twitched.

Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Mail Undeliverable

[froodle]

Marshall Teller watched the little red lever of the mailbox twitch back and forth, as though something inside that smooth cylindrical shape was moving, jostling against the screw that held the small plastic flag in place.

He looked at the garden, crawling with ugly brown vines that hadn't been there when he'd been here last weekend, and the flower beds, previously bare and dark and waiting for winter to end but now bursting with fat, fleshy flowers that raised goosebumps on his exposed skin.

He shuddered and stepped back, away from the property line, almost to the curb, then ran.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Double Drabble: Alternative Take

[froodle]

"I've been thinking about it," said Syndi, letting herself into Marshall's room uninvited and taking up space on his bed. "I don't think the new guy at Dad's office is a Headless Horseman at all."

"Really," said Marshall, in a tone intended to indicate that, since he was the expert on weird and Syndi was the expert on nothing at all that he could see, her opinion didn't matter unless she agreed with him.

"Yup," said Syndi, laying back and staring at a bedroom ceiling covered in Day-Glo stars. "I think he's afraid of starting a sex riot if he lets loose. I bet he's got an eight-pack under all those work shirts, and everywhere he goes, people fall in love with him and hound him until he has to pack up and move on. The only way he can protect himself and the people around him is by remaining buttoned up at all times."

She turned to look at her brother.

"That's my theory," she said.

"Sex riots," said Marshall flatly. "From some guy our dad's age."

"That's a disguise," said Syndi. "Like the hair-loss and bifocals."

She snickered, and Marshall scowled in realisation.

"Get out of my room."

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Drabble!

[evilinsanemonkey]

It figures Eerie would crop up for FFFC's fandom battle during finals...

Title: Would Simon as Link be Sink?
Rating: G
Characters: Dash, Marshall, Simon
Summary: Sometimes Simon takes advantage of his weird technology issues.

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