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[personal profile] froodle2021-09-22 02:25 am

365 Days of Eerie Indiana: Day 8: Drabble: Stolen Time

The people who lived their lives in one long linear stretch, going from birth to death and hitting some or most or even all of the usual miletones along the way referred to it as "borrowed time". In the Milkman's view, that was a misnomer of such scale that it bordered on fraudulent.

This was stolen time. It was stolen from drive-in theatre owners watching their margins dwindle to nothing, from confused cows giving out confused milk, and from everyone who spent November to March just a little out of sync with their surroundings.

He glared up at the clocktower.

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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[personal profile] froodle2021-06-01 01:18 pm

Eerie Indiana World Milk Day Challenge

June 1st is World Milk Day. Let's celebrate with some fanworks themed around the Eerie Dairy, time travelling milkmen, or the tragic and totally preventable mowing down of teenaged pedestrians!
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[personal profile] froodle2021-06-01 01:01 am

Eerie Indiana World Milk Day Challenge

June 1st is World Milk Day. Let's celebrate with some fanworks themed around the Eerie Dairy, time travelling milkmen, or the tragic and totally preventable mowing down of teenaged pedestrians!
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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-15 11:57 am

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Dandelion Clocks

The Milkman stepped carefully among the dandelion clocks, alert to any careless movement or stray gust of wind that would scatter little white-headed bombs of frozen time out onto the breeze.

Left unattended, they might drift skywards to land on some unprotected soul, flinging them a hundred years into the past, or forward to an unknowable future, or condemn them to a year in an empty land that both was and was not Eerie Indiana.

He could see now why the Riding Mower Dads hated the weed so much that they dedicated whole Saturdays to eradicating it from their lawns.

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-11 07:05 am

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Changing Tastes

"All I'm saying," said the Milkman, who had already said considerably more than that and who, Marshall felt, was in increasing danger of being forcibly fed his own wares until he drowned in them if he didn't shut up this minute, "Is that if your body naturally wakes you up at five, maybe you should consider it a sign."

"A sign," said Marshall flatly. "A sign that I should deliver milk."

"Early mornings are a perk of the job," said the Milkman.

"If you're me," said Marshall, "You must know that I'd never consider that a perk."

"Maybe not yet."

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-06 06:41 pm

Eerie Indiana Triple Drabble: Job Offer

Marshall scanned the contract, a jeweller's loupe close at hand should there be any suspiciously small-print sections. He stopped at the sight of one particularly long string of digits.

"What's this?" he asked. "This figure here."

The Milkman from Human Resources glanced over.

"Oh, that's your annual leave," he said.

Marshall looked again. The number was significantly longer than three hundred and sixty five, even accounting for leap years.

The Milkman from Human Resources seemed to follow his train of thought, because he elaborated:

"It accrues with every month of service. Our records indicate that you'll work here continuously with us until the age of 117, barring a short sabbatical involving inter-dimensional travel, a possible cure for lycanthropy that turns out to be a false lead, and a single very angry cactus, which was pre-authorised and therefore did not affect your holiday entitlement."

"Cactus Cat?" Marshall asked, and the Milkman from Human Resources glanced down at his notes.

"No," he said. "Aside from occasional overly-aggressive skewering of people's shins in search of scritches, the Cactus Cat lives a long and peaceable life with one Simon Holmes."

"Oh," said Marshall. "I'll be sure to let Simon know. He'll be pleased."

He looked again at the number. It was still very large, but then, 117 was very old...

"You'll use it all up shortly before your 111th birthday," said the Milkman from Human Resources. "I'd tell you this to give you the chance to ration it and avoid that outcome, but I'm afraid it's inevitable."

Marshall thought about it.

"I'm not sure I want to work my last six years without any time off," he said.

The Milkman from Human Resources turned some pages.

"It appears that you and Management come to an agreement about that," he said. "The details are confidential."

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-05 08:42 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Impatient

After a hundred and five and a half years, the Milkman had experienced many things, witnessed even more, and thought that he'd have an appropriate response to most.

This, however, was a new one.

"What?" he asked, half-expecting that after over a century of running, time - and senility - had finally caught up with him.

"I said," Melanie repeated, with what was for her a remarkable display of patience, "Can you bend time so that I never have to preheat an oven ever again?"

It was such a Melanie Monroe sort of question that all the Milkman could do was laugh.

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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[personal profile] froodle2020-11-21 07:41 am

BungleSir on Eerie Indiana











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Sperocaof on Eerie Indiana and Eric Christmas





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[personal profile] froodle2020-06-27 08:15 am

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Saturday Mornings

The day dawned, wet and overcast. The rain, which had started the previous afternoon and hadn't let up since, was now so heavy that the drops falling on the hard asphalt almost sounded like someone knocking.

On the fourth floor of a run-down apartment building, the lights were on. The windows were open just a little, and the Milkman knew it was to let in the sound and smell of the rain. He caught the scent of coffee and bacon, and the faint, muted roar of the MGM lion.

He smiled, remembering that day the first time around. Good times.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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