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31_days October challenge. The prompt was "it's me"
There was blood and lumps of meat everywhere. Marshall had stopped screaming a couple of minutes ago, more because he had run out of breath than because he'd calmed down. Every door and window on the ground floor stood wide, the cool autumn breeze doing it's best to dispel the lingering stench of death and rot. Steve Konkalewski stood in the Teller's living room in a spreading pool of spectral gore, and tried very hard not to feel offended. It wasn't easy.
"Are you two dorks finished yet?" he asked. Marshall and Simon looked at each other, almost nose-to-nose as they huddled together on the long cream-colored sofa.
"Uh," said Simon, nervously licking the sweat beading on his upper lip.
"Um," said Marshall, who was gripping a baseball bat so hard that Steve could hear the wood creak all the way across the astral plane.
Steve rolled his one eye. In the months since he'd died, he'd encountered similar reactions from his fellow ghosts many times. He supposed the combination of the braces and the missing sections of jaw made it hard for people to understand him, but it still bugged him.
He pulled a crumbled tinfoil hat from his back pocket, smoothed it out and put it on his head.
"It's me," he said, gloomily.
"Steve!" said Marshall.
Steve sighed. He had a feeling this would take a while.
The Children
Eventide by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
froodle, in which the sun goes down, and Eerie's lost children gather
Milk byfroodle, in which Marshall develops a completely cromulent fear of milk trucks
Whistle byfroodle, in which Steve Konkalewski is unhappy about the way things turned out...
Three byfroodle, in which Marshall and Devon discuss video games in a cemetary
Marys byfroodle, in which Mary C. Carter takes on her new role
A Story About Devon Wilde byfroodle. Devon Wilde walked through the Eerie Cemetery, and his feet made no sound on the gravel pathways.
Disguises byfroodle, in which Marshall goes to visit Devon Wilde
Lillian byfroodle, in which Marilyn's mother has concerns
31_days October challenge. The prompt was "it's me"There was blood and lumps of meat everywhere. Marshall had stopped screaming a couple of minutes ago, more because he had run out of breath than because he'd calmed down. Every door and window on the ground floor stood wide, the cool autumn breeze doing it's best to dispel the lingering stench of death and rot. Steve Konkalewski stood in the Teller's living room in a spreading pool of spectral gore, and tried very hard not to feel offended. It wasn't easy.
"Are you two dorks finished yet?" he asked. Marshall and Simon looked at each other, almost nose-to-nose as they huddled together on the long cream-colored sofa.
"Uh," said Simon, nervously licking the sweat beading on his upper lip.
"Um," said Marshall, who was gripping a baseball bat so hard that Steve could hear the wood creak all the way across the astral plane.
Steve rolled his one eye. In the months since he'd died, he'd encountered similar reactions from his fellow ghosts many times. He supposed the combination of the braces and the missing sections of jaw made it hard for people to understand him, but it still bugged him.
He pulled a crumbled tinfoil hat from his back pocket, smoothed it out and put it on his head.
"It's me," he said, gloomily.
"Steve!" said Marshall.
Steve sighed. He had a feeling this would take a while.
The Children
Eventide by
froodle, in which the sun goes down, and Eerie's lost children gatherMilk by
froodle, in which Marshall develops a completely cromulent fear of milk trucksWhistle by
froodle, in which Steve Konkalewski is unhappy about the way things turned out...Three by
froodle, in which Marshall and Devon discuss video games in a cemetaryMarys by
froodle, in which Mary C. Carter takes on her new roleA Story About Devon Wilde by
froodle. Devon Wilde walked through the Eerie Cemetery, and his feet made no sound on the gravel pathways.Disguises by
froodle, in which Marshall goes to visit Devon WildeLillian by
froodle, in which Marilyn's mother has concerns
