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"In retrospect," said Bartholomew J. Radford, surveying the black and smoking crater that had until recently been an end-cap display of brightly-coloured seasonal confectionary, "Stocking the Dragon Eggs(TM), the candy-coated novelty Easter chocolate right alongside Dragon Eggs(TM), the embryonic form of a fire-breathing carnivorous reptile with a voracious appetite and few social graces may have been a mistake on my part."

The Mayor produced a spotless red silk handkerchief from the pocket of his crisp charcoal-grey suit jacket and wiped a smear of ash from the tip of one shoe. The fabric appeared unsullied by the action, the soot and blood flaking away almost before contact was made, leaving behind only a faint hiss and the smell of lavender.

"You may be right," he allowed. "Perhaps the dragon eggs which will eventually hatch into actual dragons should be kept in another part of the store. With the fireworks, possibly. Or next to the crossbows."

Radford shook his head mournfully.

"No room," he said. "That whole section is full up with unsaleable metric conversion tables. I've been trying to shift them for years, but nobody's buying."

"Market them to the cows," suggested Chisel. "They're easily confused, but they want to learn."

Ongoing Verse: Easter Weekend

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be



Preparations by froodle. Winston Chisel, the morning he became Mayor.

Confluence, in which Eerie experiences a midsummer and a full moon and takes full advantage of both

Harvest, in which it is 1979, and the Harvest Moon is rising

Hungry, in which the Mayor is unimpressed

Licensing, in which Chisel lays down some bureaucracy

Light Pollution, in which there is a newcomer in town

The Storm, in which Mayor Chisel has a very specific job for Eerie's resident weatherman

Not Welcome, in which there is an intruder at the World o' Stuff

Reading Room, in which Marshall looks around

Subsidence, in which the Loya Order of Corn experiances some structural issues

Shattered Dreams, in which there are space whales

Greenery, in which there are hanging baskets

Loss Prevention, in which there is hubbub at the Eerie Mall

Targeted Marketing, in which Radford has some promotional material

Capability, in which the are Bigfoots, and Marshall is unwell

The Listener, in which Eerie dreams, and Melanie watches

Populace, in which it is just another normal day

Still, in which there are worst things than Old Bob

Clockface, in which there is an early start, and a character death

CAT, in which two members of the Canine Liberation Army go on patrol, and have an unpleasant experience

Blue Apron, in which Mayor Chisxel considers an expansion to the town by-laws

National Garlic Day, in which there are vampires, and restauranteurs, and conflict

Housekeeping, in which there is a cult, and things get awkward

Strawberry, in which Eerie celebrates the summer

High Speed Sanitation, in which there is a street race

World Chocolate Day, in which there is a heatwave

Pressure Tactics, in which Chisel faces off against Eerie's ravens

Upgrade, in which there are changes happening at the Eerie Library

Waterlogged, in which there is a problem with the Eerie water supply

Bag for Death, in which Radford is a born salesman, and Radford is learning

Eww... in which Simon makes bad choices

Public Spaces, in which there is a soiree

Deterrent, in which there are pigeon spikes

The Bad News List, in which Dash is himself

Leisurewear, in which the Loyal Order of Corn has a surprisingly generous leave policy

Jackolantern, in which there is a disturbance at the local pumpkin patch

Pest Control, in which the Mayor is an unhappy customer

Frost Spiders, in which Eerie's Christmas decorations are very beautiful

Freelancing, in which Sara Sue takes a consultancy gig

Presentation, in which Chisel has an edict, and Simon has a plan

Email, in which Marshall is 29 and Eerie is never as far away as you think

Agenda, in which the Mayor takes a meeting

Visitor, in which Marshall's grandmother comes to stay

The Jackalope Queen sat upon her haunches, larger than any rabbit Marshall had ever seen, larger even than the taxidermy hare that loomed over the entrance of the Eerie Museum of Unnatural History.

Her bearing was regal, and her long ears twitched back and forth as she surveyed the mewling pastel ranks of her loyal subjects. About her neck was a garland of skulls, vanquished enemies all. Foxes and badgers, the broken-antlered remains of an erstwhile pretender to the Jackalope throne, and at least a dozen humans.

Marshall set the Easter basket down gently upon the altar, turned, and ran.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: Easter Weekend

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The largest of the jackalope kittens sat up as the Lady of the Spring stepped into the living room. His fur was all lilacs and pale yellows and stood up in a thick ruff around his face.

"I call that one Little Bighead," said Simon, not really knowing why.

The Lady of the Spring laughed with a sound like April rain on warm tarmac and held out long green-brown fingers for the jackalope kitten to sniff. He nuzzled her moss-soft palm, dark eyes closing in bliss.

Slowly, one by one, the rest of the kittens came over to say hello.


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Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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All six of the jackalope kittens had hatched. Simon had left a message for the Lady of the Spring buried in a clump of daffodils, but so far, he hadn't heard back.

"I guess until I can get word to the Jackalope Queen, I'll be your mommy," he told the kittens. The kittens did not reply.

Simon propped his elbows on the tired composite of their thrift-store kitchen table and peered into the makeshift nest he'd made for them out of a shoe box and every candy wrapper in the apartment.

How exactly did one raise an Easter Bunny, anyway?

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Ongoing Verse: Easter Weekend

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The jackalope kitten was covered in egg yolk, yellow-gold and smelling like burning sugar. It struggled weakly amidst the pastel-coloured shell fragments, eyes barely open, antlers covered in pale grey velvet.

Simon looked at the carton still open on the kitchen counter beside him, where five more eggs sat nestled inside. They seemed perfectly ordinary, shells smooth and white, but when he shone the anglepoise lamp over them something moved inside.

He used a spatula to lift the kitten out of the mixing bowl, gently wiping it clean of flour and bundling it in a tea towel to keep warm.

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Ongoing Verse: Easter Weekend

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The jack-o-lantern grinned it's jagged grin, sharp teeth soft with rot and furred with grey-green mould. It pulled itself along on ropey tendrils that might once have been vines, and where it passed it left behind a slime-slick trail of festering pumpkin guts and sprouting seeds.

"On the bright side," said Marshall, holding the flamethrower steady while Simon carefully topped up the fuel reserve, "We now officially have data about when it's too early to start celebrating Halloween."

Dash X did not look impressed.

"It's Good Friday, Teller," he said. "You shouldn't need a zombie squash to tell you that."

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Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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The Easter eggs were no bigger than Marshall's thumbnail, and they clustered on the underside of leaves like maggots on a festering wound. He stood well back, his father's old-fashioned camera zoomed out as far as it could go, watching as Simon used tweezers to twist the greenery this way and that, trying to get a good shot without coming into contact with the sticky, oozing egg sacs.

"Check this out," said Simon. "You can see the jackalope kitten embryo all curled up inside. Little antlers and everything!"

Marshall leaned closer. The kitten opened it's eyes and looked at him.


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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Stand-Alones

"My name is Marshall Teller, I may have made the biggest mistake of my life and I'm afraid I may live to regret it" by froodle

Eerie, Indiana Crossovers

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All Eerie, Indiana Ongoing Verse works by Froodle

Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea

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Ongoing Verse: CAT

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Ongoing Verse: Cheese

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Ongoing Verse: The Children

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Ongoing Verse: Christmas

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Ongoing Verse: Easter Weekend

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Ongoing Verse: Euclid

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Ongoing Verse: First Kiss

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Ongoing Verse: Harvest

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Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Leprechaun

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Ongoing Verse: Lost

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