Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Promotional Materials

[froodle]

The mermaids' eyes were black, sharks' eyes in human faces, peering out from beneath a tangle of iridescent curls. They bobbed gently in the surf, kept upright with the occasional lazy flick of long, serpentine tails that glittered pink and gold beneath the surface of the lake. The sun was setting and the water was all afire around them, making the pearly hue of their barely-there clamshell bras glow in the failing light. Some of them had tied the shells on upside down, or had gotten tangled in the seaweed straps so that the makeshift bikinis dangled limp around their necks. Not that it did much to dilute the effect, the dying day reflecting off the fish-belly pale scales covering their upper bodies, so that the evening swell was full of luminous women tantalizingly submerged just off-shore.

There was a sudden bright flash, followed by the pneumatic whir and hiss of a Polaroid camera. The gleaming shoal had no need to breathe, but still there came the sense of a collective breath being held.

Finally, the fishwife elder flashed a saw-toothed smile, clapping her webbed hands together in satisfaction.

"Excellent work, ladies," she said. "If you're not staying behind to work on the poster, you can go."

Instantly the crowd broke apart in a flurry of discarded sea-glass trinkets and clamshell halters tossed aside with sighs of heartfelt relief. The fishwife elder peeled off her own beach drift bustier, letting it sink into the darkening night-time water without a second glance. She rolled her shoulders, relieving the ache where a spear-gun had come too close centuries before, making sure to keep the camera and the single precious exposure safely out of the water.

"Okay," she said. "Who's got the draft pieces?"

A mermaid draped in a clattering kaftan of cowry shells pulled herself up onto one of the small wooden pleasure boats moored beside the Eerie Baitshop and Sushi Bar and retrieved a long cylindrical tube of black plastic from beneath it's single bench. She unscrewed the lid and carefully unrolled several heavy sheets of cardstock.

There was a murmur of appreciation from the assembled mermaids.

"'Experience the majesty of Eerie-Beneath-The-Waves,'" read the fishwife elder. "Very nice."

"I like 'Visit the MER Museum,'" said another, whose long hair shone with twisted bait-hooks woven between the strands. "It sounds educational. Humans love making smaller humans get educated during the holidays."

A chorus of disgusted agreement greeted this proclamation.

"What are all the arrows for?" asked another.

"Oh, that's to make sure none of them get away once the feeding starts," said the fishwife elder. "Humans will follow a set of arrows right into a Kraken's maw as long as they're brightly coloured and all point the same way."

She grinned a serrated grin.

"This is going to be a very good summer, ladies," she said.





Janet

A Ghost in Pink by froodle; Janet's family during the year she was Lost

Jogging by froodle, in which Janet Donner adapts to life in regular Eerie

Plans by froodle, in which Janet Donner deals with Daylight Savings Time yet again

DST by froodle, in which there is a lighthouse

Figurehead by froodle, in which Lake Eerie's ghost pirates encounter the lighthouse

Comments

[deifire]

"Humans will follow a set of arrows right into a Kraken's maw as long as they're brightly coloured and all point the same way."

LOL! She is not wrong...

[froodle]

Someone once taped off the main street leading to the officey bit of town with that red and white tape you get for newly painted park furniture and EVERYONE walked five minutes out of their way to get around it until the doi were like, it's a prank guys, it wasn't us, you can totally go on athol street...

[evilinsanemonkey]

ahahaha sneaky mermaids

[froodle]

They know our weaknesses well!

[evilinsanemonkey]

well we're pretty obvious about it

[froodle]

It's really The only way a waterbound life would successfully gather Intel on us