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[personal profile] froodle2022-01-18 07:47 am

Eerie Indiana Chooseday Challenge

It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

MARK TWAIN BOARDING HOUSE versus LAKE EERIE
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[personal profile] froodle2021-11-23 12:07 am

Eerie Indiana Chooseday Challenge

It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Mark Twain Boarding House versus Lake Eerie
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[personal profile] froodle2021-10-10 12:58 am

365 Days of Eerie Indiana: Day 26: Drabble: Wedding Bells

At 3:33 a.m. on a wet Wednesday morning in June, every church bell in Eerie began to chime.

In the Eerie Cemetery, stiff-necked corpses rolled over in their coffins, moaning in protest and pressing skeletal hands over shrivelled ears while beneath Lake Eerie, things with tentacles and gills and other, less-easily described attributes clutched tight to crucifixes made from driftwood and barnacles. Janet Donner pulled her coverlet over her head, ears straining for the tell-tale clink of milk bottles, and Melanie Monroe awoke shrieking out a scream that only she could hear.

Mary B. Carter was getting married. Again.

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[personal profile] froodle2021-09-07 08:25 pm

Eerie Indiana Chooseday Challenge

It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Grandma's Kitchen versus Lake Eerie
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[personal profile] froodle2021-07-13 12:01 am

Eerie Indiana Chooseday Challenge

It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Grandma's Kitchen versus Lake Eerie
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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-15 10:52 am

Eerie Indiana Drabble: For Luck

Janet Donner stood at the edge of the lake, feeling the salt breeze play across the exposed skin of her bare arms and tug at the loose curls of her long red hair. In one hand, she held a bottle that had once contained a tiny replica frigate, a frigate that was even now setting sail from the dock outside the Eerie Baitshop and Sushi Bar.

In her other hand, she grasped a clump of wet sand, which she poked into the narrow mouth of the now-empty bottle. It might not work, but she needed what help she could get.

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-14 07:56 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Without a Trace

There was no reason it should have sunk so completely, Marshall thought. A little pleasure boat, sixteen passengers and two crew members, would be easy prey for the quick and hungry things that lurked under the green and pleasant water of Lake Eerie in the summer.

But still, he would have expected to find... something. Wreckage, perhaps, or the solitary limb covered in bite marks that the coroner either could not or would not identify the origin of. Even a survivor or two; it did happen occasionally.

He stared out over the open water, trying not to think about it.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-14 07:49 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Hunger

The lake was hungry. Not just the things in the lake, the mermaids and sea hags and the squishy squid-like things that signed her paycheques, but the lake itself. Janet could feel it, gnawing at the pit of her stomach and sending a cold ache through her bones, turning her muscles to rusted tangles of barbed wire that caught on the underside of her skin with every moment she spent above the waves.

"I'm not ready," she whispered into the white and hissing surf, and, "I need more time." And, perhaps most damningly, "the tourist season will be here soon."

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-13 08:04 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: The Sounds of Summer

"Oh good," said Janet, with the sort of sarcasm that would have struck the nigiri dead in their tanks if she'd turned it towards them. "The sun's out, so obviously it's time for every idiot in Eerie to stand around their idling cars with the radio blaring. Apparently this year's Sound of the Summer is just dipshits and exhaust pipes."

"You could just drown them out," suggested Melanie, motioning to the Baitshop's ancient and dusty tape deck.

"I could just drown them, period," said Janet. "But management have said I need to wait and see if they buy anything first."

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-13 07:48 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Shifting Currents

Deep below the surface, the Sea Hag raged. Bent and swollen fingers curved like the ribs of sunken ships, tearing at the lake bed. The gouges became furrows, deepened still to become trenches, changing the topography of the World Beneath the Waves and, as a consequence, changing the currents around it.

The waters became treacherous, routes that were easily navigated now twisted out of true or vanished entirely, and vicious storms sprang up out of nowhere, capsizing ghost ships and sending their crews to a second, permanent death.

And the mermaids sighed, and fetched their shovels, and went to work.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-12 08:45 am

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Reclaimed

"It's not surprising, really," said Melanie. "Apparently all the land around the Loyal Order of Corn lodge is fake."

"...fake?" said Simon, eyes wide.

Melanie shook her head.

"Sorry, not fake... like when it's world that isn't really world? It used to be part of the lake and the town just kept dumping soil in until some of it stuck."

"Oh," said Tod. "Reclaimed land."

Melanie snapped her fingers.

"That's the one," she said. "Reclaimed. Although I imagine the things in the lake take a different view of it." She glanced at Janet, eyebrows raised.

"They certainly do," said Janet.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-11 01:58 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Call of the Sea

The ghost of the drowned man stood amidst a growing puddle of phantom seawater. His eyes were clouded, jelly-grey and unseeing, and his blanched white skin bubbled and bulged. Marshall raised the clunky Instamatic camera to his face, his hands shaking so badly that his eyes could barely find the viewfinder, and managed to hit the shutter button on his third try.

The flash was blinding on the dark shore, and the drowned man turned. His jaw hung slack and black water poured out of his gaping mouth. He screamed like waves thundering on bare rock, and finally, Marshall ran.


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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-11 12:47 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Patience

The sun was high and hot, and around the lake the air smelled of salt and had a thick, cloying texture that coated the inside of her mouth with every breath, leaving her throat dry and her tongue tingling.

Janet Donner stood at the end of the boardwalk, wooden planks warm against her bare feet, feeling every minute shift of the water around her as it worked with slow and endless patience to erode the rotten pilings that sank deeper into the muddy lake bed with each day that passed.

It would get her eventually, she knew. But not yet.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-11 12:40 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Off Season

On the sunniest shore of Lake Eerie, twelve small whitewashed cottages stood in neat rows of four, each row running parallel to it's neighbour and the first running parallel to the lake.

In the summer, smoke would rise from a dozen barbeques as tourists and locals alike made use of rented kitchenettes and fold-out sofas and reasonably-priced canoe rentals. But now, in the dead of winter, the pale blue rooms looked cold and empty, and the large picture windows with their drapes all taken up and put away stared at the grey water like unfocussed eyes.

Janet loved them then.

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-09 12:37 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Biblical

"Miss Donner," the Mayor said. "I wasn't expecting to hear from you before the next King Tide. Do I have a delivery on the way or are your calling on behalf of your... senior management team?"

"Have you refused to let any members of your tax base leave town lately?" asked Janet. "Been rude or condescending to a new prophet or recently-arisen messiah?"

Chisel hummed, as though mulling it over.

"Not that I recall," he said. "Though I suppose if they were very new, I might not have known it at the time. Why?"

"The lake has turned to blood."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-09 12:37 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Watering Hole

There was a pause on the other end of the line, during which the static crackle of Raudive voices increased in volume and urgency.

"I take it you mean something more dramatic than the usual unfortunate predation of mermaids upon the Summer People?" Chisel asked.

"Yes," said Janet. "This isn't a case of blood in the water, it's blood literally replacing all the water. There's a herd of vampires over by the boat shack already, and come nightfall they'll be like antelope at an oasis."

Chisel sighed.

"Tell your Gods that I'll have a team down there shortly," he said.

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-09 12:35 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Sea Change

Janet Donner glanced out of the Eerie Baitshop and Sushi Bar's floor-to-ceiling windows and grimaced.

She set down the partially refilled bottle of soy sauce and ducked behind the curving hardwood bar, carved to look like the prow of a great ship, that ran the full length of the building. Rummaging in the cabinets beneath the cash register until she located a Rolodex the approximate size and age of the average church bible, Janet flipped through it with shaking fingers, searching for the most ornate, most luxurious, most over-the-top business card in the bunch.

Chisel answered on the first ring.

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-09 12:35 pm

Eerie Indiana Quadruple Drabble: Walkway

"Thanks for helping me out," said Janet, as she and Tod dragged the unwieldy sheet of corrugated metal across the slippery and still-bleeding earth around Lake Eerie.

"It's cool," Tod told her, navigating a small copse of trees who glared at him from a thousand yellow flower eyes. "I was planning a trip out here anyway - I'm planning to make blood pudding with some of the lake water."

"Bert and Ernie will love that," Janet said, her enthusiasm for the idea almost making her miss a shallow pool of leeches lying in wait in the shade of a bush whole leaves were lined with tiny human teeth. She dodged it at the last minute and continued, "They're getting really into this local sustainability thing."

"Bert told me they're going to reach out to the 666H Club again," said Tod. "See if they can lay to rest some of those old rivalries, get some community gardening off the ground. Or, into the ground, I suppose."

"That'd be cool," said Janet. "Let me know if you need a hand." She nodded over his shoulder. "Little to the left, just by the boat shack."

Tod changed the direction of his carful backwards shuffling, backing up until the heel of one heavy black boot bumped against the salt-warped boards of the boat repair shed.

"Made it," he said, letting his corner of the heavy metal sheet drop with a sigh of relief.

Janet set her end down too, then moved towards the red and viscous tide that lapped at the shore.

She rapped lightly on the closed door of the boat shed. There was no answer, though Tod thought he heard something move.

"Hi," she said. "I'm from the Baitshop. We thought, as long as the water is blood anyway, you might like some shade between here and the lake."

A susurration of voices, mingled with the distinctive sound of dozens of high-collared black silk robes rustling in agitation, burst from inside the rickety structure.

Finally, after what sounded like a short but intense debate, a single voice piped up.

"Yes please," it said. "That would be very nice."

Another voice, older and somewhat crackly, mumbled something, and the first voice added:

"You're not going to leave any iron nails lying about the place, are you?"

"No," said Janet. "No iron, no garlic, no scattered seeds or grains of rice. No tricks."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-08 02:10 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Fog

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.

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-08 01:51 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Right of Recovery

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.

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