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Paranormal Women’s Fiction (PWF)
This is a genre that was actually created by a bunch of paranormal romance and urban fantasy authors, who call themselves the “Fab 13” and they all did a same-day launch of their first books in this new genre, cross promoting each other, which definitely helped make the introduction to the genre a success.

This genre features women going through a midlife crisis – death, desertion, divorce of a spouse, empty nest, marital problems, and especially menopause – and then magic is thrown into the mix.

They either inherit the power with the coming of the change or just the timing in their lives, already have magic and are now coping with midlife, and/or stumble upon their powers by finding an artifact or relic. Powers range all over: witches, fae, grim reapers, psychics and more.

These novels are typically in a small-town setting. So far, from what we’ve read, there is little-to-no sex in these stories and if there is, it’s usually behind closed doors. Like most women’s fiction stories, these plots focus more on a woman going through a life change and a new man is frequently part of the events, but not the main focus.

We love humor, and these books are packed with old lady jokes and hilarious situations with midlife awkwardness of starting over, so we are shamelessly jumping on the bandwagon to write in this fun genre! As women in our {cough-hrmm-ahem}’s, we can totally relate to these characters.

Our first book in PWF is The Ghost is Clear in A Series of Midlife Curses. Our heroine, Brooke Durand, finds herself with an empty next and dumped by her husband after 20+ years of marriage. She returns to her home town of Eerie, Indiana, to start over and solve the mystery of why her brother committed suicide. This uncovers abilities she never knew she had. CLICK HERE to preorder The Ghost is Clear while it’s at the low price of 99 cents. The price goes up on April 11, 2021.

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(starting the New Year off right with one of the weirdest tags on the comm!)

i did a deep clean of the kitchen and living room in this house i live in with six theatre people for the first time today and i prepared myself to find a lot of weird shit while cleaning - like the fake bloody foot in the coat closet - but nothing prepared me for the corn-shaped dildo under the couch

country girls should make do somewhere other than my living room!!

I showed this to a theatre kid friend of mine and she said this:

there is Corn Dildo Lore in this household, i just can’t remember the details. i believe it belongs to a roommate who is currently out of state. i do not know if it has ever been used in a sexual way, but i have touched it now, so i sincerely hope it is more of a novelty item

OH HEY THERE

The corn dildo was a birthday present indented to continue the tradition of getting me absolutely horrendous dildos. There’s a glass blown tentacle dildo hidden somewhere in the house that started the tradition. Niether have ever been used as intended (as far as I know)

there’s a what where

do you guys like. talk irl or

the dildo we got them this year was a casting of our other roommates penis :)

oh hey mia what’s up

reblog to keep up with the theatre dildo roommates

a merriest of christmases from all of us at the corn dildo house ❤️

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Seriously, what is this?

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I May Destroy You pic.twitter.com/hlrurtuCYJ
— notoriousSGB (@SGUYBRAY) August 30, 2020

Eerie, Indiana https://t.co/OtIs3ydbvZ
— Ivy Lam (@ivylam22) August 31, 2020

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I May Destroy You pic.twitter.com/qNKLa8UbxE
— Dame Bibi Lynch (@BibiLynch) September 1, 2020

Eerie, Indianahttps://t.co/InqE6QllBJ
— MercuryC (@MercuryCrusader) September 2, 2020

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🚨OUT NOW🚨

Marshall’s Theory of Believability

Apple https://t.co/DxGy6cEN4B
Spotify https://t.co/i4DBVde0EQ
Web https://t.co/XrEwUw4vVH #eerieindiana #betterweirdthandead pic.twitter.com/6JMJH5UhTd
— Return to Eerie, Indiana (@eerieindianapod) July 3, 2020

Great episode! I've always liked that "Theory of Believability" seems to mark a shift in Marshall's character away from "if I can just convince the right authority with the right evidence..." and more toward "trust no one" which I think plays out in later eps in interesting ways.
— 🧟‍♂️ Undead Rebel Scum 🏳️‍🌈 (@deifire) July 3, 2020

Also, I have a draft of the script from this one and the Bigfoot parts were once more prolonged and disturbing than what actually made it to air.
— 🧟‍♂️ Undead Rebel Scum 🏳️‍🌈 (@deifire) July 3, 2020

Also also, did not catch the link between El Gordo and Buffy's stuffed pig! Though my friends and I have talked about Prof. Z returning as a Giles-esque figure in a hypothetical future season...
— 🧟‍♂️ Undead Rebel Scum 🏳️‍🌈 (@deifire) July 3, 2020

And let's face it, Mayor Chisel walked so Mayor Wilkins could crawl as a giant snake-demon-y thing.

(Did you realize we have seen Chisel before? The character's in ATM with a Heart of Gold, but is never specifically called out as also being the mayor.)
— 🧟‍♂️ Undead Rebel Scum 🏳️‍🌈 (@deifire) July 3, 2020

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Sushi anyone? pic.twitter.com/2tcCw700we
— Elton John Cena (@JaimsVanDerBeek) July 9, 2020

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Who was your first TV crush? Gifs only ❤️ pic.twitter.com/L7pAbx0si1
— TZE CHUN (@thetzechun) May 26, 2020

https://t.co/LlPsCi2AMw pic.twitter.com/y9j1EZHYsU
— Chris Rubery (@Chrisrubery) May 27, 2020

(Yes this is technically from a film but Eerie Indiana is such a CULT CLASSIC that there are no good gifs) (also if you Google Omri Katz GIFs the top few are all of him as an adult, shirtless, and simulating masturbation which...good to know, very good to know, thanks Internet)
— Chris Rubery (@Chrisrubery) May 27, 2020

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what... what do they want us to... do with the corn?

— wheels (@wheelswordsmith) February 14, 2020

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OK, let’s hear some lukewarm takes. What are some movies, shows or albums that you like that most people have either forgotten or don’t care about, but when you ask some people, they say “Fuck this [thing]!” and have a visceral reaction to?
— Kip Mooney (@kipjmooney) September 13, 2019

'Eerie, Indiana.' The nineties show.
— Ferdi M. (@speedkid) September 14, 2019

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Those who would give up essential Double slap, to purchase a little temporary Eerie, Indiana, deserve neither Translation & Localization nor Incoherents.
— Those Who'd Give Up (@thosewhodgiveup) August 21, 2019

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Hippocampus's Large Cup O' Eerie, Indiana, now with more water lily 'n' Mushroom ketchup
— Cup Craze Bot (@CupOfStuffBot) August 18, 2019

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Khloe and Kourtney take Eerie, Indiana #realitysitcomcrossovers
— Pat Johnson (@JerzDevl2000) August 6, 2019

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Check out this video from Justin Shenkarow's Instagram:

It’s an Eerie kind of Friday!!

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So here is Jason Marsden next to a very stylish dinosaur...

...and here is a jacket owned and regularly worn by friendofdorothy.

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Eerie, Indiana sucks.
— eli bot (@REALelibot) September 29, 2018

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They missed a trick not including the corn dildo, though.

deifire

Of all the things I've ever written into an Eerie fic, mayonnaise-flavored ice cream was not one that I was ever hoping to learn now actually exists.

Maybe Harley Holmes would feel differently.

deifire

( It's corn, it's a plane, it's...I don't even know )

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Hopefully sunning away her sorrows over Claude.

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So after discovering earlier this month that the ForeverWare audio cd came with a hardback book containing some incredible artwork, I decided to try and track down a copy of my own. So far, I've not been able to get my hands on the audio cd or cassette tape, but I did find an online bookseller in Canada who had the book itself.

Sadly, no narrator or illustrator is credited for their role in this eighth wonder of the world, so for now their identities must remain a mystery, the unsung heroes of the Eerie Indiana fandom.

Brace yourselves, Eerie peeps. There is some Serious Artistry ahead.

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I could apologise for the fact that Tai Kamiya is photobombing all of these masterpieces, but honestly I feel he is more owed than owing after being used to weigh the pages down while I took pictures.

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Your annual reminder that there is an old abandoned Mr Blobby theme park in Somerset and it is the thing of nightmares. pic.twitter.com/Nt0TtG5RWh
— Georgia Sanders (@UpAndGeorgia) April 27, 2018

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I can't summerise this, you just need to read it and stare.

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i dont know if theres an eerie indiana vore community, but i hope that if there is, it’s called ‘omri-vores’

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Adult Marshall Teller may want to avoid New Mexico as a place to study cryptids.

UNM Bigfoot Imbroglio Spawns Bill Backing Bizarre Ban

"...[the bill] also bans publicly-funded searches for Pokémon, leprechaun, or even the bogeyman..."

Full text of SB 243

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Popped into TK Max to see if I could pick up more weird thing. They were all out of weird thing, but check out this monstrosity I found in, unsurprisingly, the clearence section:

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Somebody actually thought that thing was a good idea. Someone legit sat back, looked at that thing, and thought "yeah, people will pay money to put that in their mouths." It looks like the disgusting blob of ectoplasm from the Old Hitchcock Mill scene in the Hole in the Head Gang.

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Written for Day 10 of the

31_days October challenge. The prompt was "flickering candles", and let it be known I regret NOTHING about this.

The white tablecloth shone dimly in the unsteady light of a hundred flickering candles. The tiny dancing flames gleamed on the polished surface of the silver domes of a dozen serving dishes. On a side table occupying a shadowy corner, the faint strains of Billie Holiday whispered from the fluted horn of an old-fashion gramophone.

Bigfoot leaned back in a creaking metal folding chair, removing a blood-splattered floral pinafore from around her waist. She ran one huge hand through the bedraggled tuft of orange hair atop her head, accidentally dislodging the grimy pink bow tied there, and gave a low moan of dismay when she realized what she had done.

On the other side of the table, balanced precariously upon a stack of moldering cushions jammed into a scavenged armchair whose innards leaked through threadbare upholstery, a framed snapshot of Claude surveyed the scene with horror.