Milkshakes are a pretty simple concept.

Prologue to much longer story currently in the works. Completed work will deal with events leading up to this point. Rated T for a few adult words. Marshall and Dash have a high flying escape from mortal danger!

When you grow up in a town like Eerie, your definition of normal is a lot different from everyone else's. For Marshall Teller, "normal" includes investigating the paranormal-professionally-with his two best friends, in between raising a family with the biggest swimming pool on the block and writing books about his experiences.

Final Chapter uploaded, story is complete! Mars and Dash go skating and almost end up as dinner!

It's Christmas time and Dash receives a wonderful present.

Dash thinks no one cares about him. He couldn't be more wrong.

Marilyn Teller saw the boy sitting alone on a bench. He looked so sad that she had to join him. "Today is May sixteenth," said Dash. "I know it means something, but I can't remember what."

A special submission for National Twilight Zone Day. What are the strange signs appearing all over Eerie? Is some strange intelligence monitoring or influencing traffic patterns? And what does "Don't Left" mean?

Mr. Radford's thoughts when he saw the name on the Harvest King lottery ticket. A name he didn't remember putting there. A name he wished he could unsee.

How the strange boy with the grey hair got a job at the Loyal Order of Corn . . . and also, a name.

Written for the Better Weird Than Dead fic fest over at the Eerie, Indiana community on Livejournal

Parenting in Eerie has a few unique challenges. Sometimes, the solutions need to be a little bit unusual.

Marshall drools.

There was a clown in the storm drain.

Written for the fic fest at /

Written for the Sunday Challenge at /

Written for eviinsanemonkey's prompt over at the Better Weird Than Dead fic fest at The prompt was: Oops

Written for the October challenge prompts on the 31 days Livejournal community

The full moon is pumpkin-orange and hangs low over the cornfields of Eerie on the night the Harvest King is sent to die. Written for the full moon/harvest prompt challenges over at a /a

Friday night is always movie night in the Teller household.

Three is an important number...

My name is Harley Holmes. Ten years ago, my big brother Simon and his friend Marshall Teller disappeared. The only person who has any answers is a guy with grey hair that the Mayor is keeping prisoner. Tonight, I'm breaking him out and then I'm going to find my brother and bring him home. And nobody is going to stop me."

As far as Dash is aware, Grungey Bill is still haunting a two-slice toaster safely locked away in the evidence locker...

"No," said Dash. "No, no, no, a thousand times no, and then no some more."

When a blue moon hangs full and round over the dark waters of Lake Eerie, the werewolves and the unicorns hold a dance contest on the shore.