To whom it may concern

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:

Basketball Team versus Creepy Garbage Guys

Amelia Earhart sprinted past the wooden gazebo where feral water sprites gathered beneath the eaves, itching to drip down upon unsuspecting park-goers and slowly permeate the host consciousness for their own aqueous designs, slowed as she approached the rose garden populated entirely by carnivorous blossoms, and finally came to a gentle stop alongside the reflecting pool where a school of philately trout swam in slow and varicoloured circles.

The mail carrier on duty eyed her suspiciously, one hand resting lightly on the heavy brass franking machine at his belt. Philately trout were expensive and fragile, and as such, heavily protected.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Marshall and Simon watched as the two men from the Eerie Art Gallery, Performance Space and Recycling Centre lashed what was left of the crumpled four-door sedan onto their flatbed. With the wreck successfully extracted from the grassy slopes that marked one of Wolf Mountain's more forgiving faces, the boys could see the deep gouge carved by the vehicles' passage where it had gone over the railings.

Simon whistled.

"Mars, check it out," he said. "Looks like there really is a phantom hitchhiker haunting this stretch of road. Looks like Syndi won't be losing her driving privileges after all."

Marshall rummaged in his backpack until he found a cheap disposable camera - no way he was wasting expensive Polaroid film trying to get his idiot sister out of trouble - and snapped a few photos showing a set of glowing ecoplastic footprints in the curve of the road just ahead of where the driver lost control.

"I wonder why the ghost's never appeared to us," he mused, prompting a strange look from his most trusted associate.

"She probably doesn't want to hitch a ride on our handlebars," he said.

Marshall sighed.

"True," he said. "I guess bikes aren't that great for haunting."

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Fluffy's lips peeled back around long and yellow teeth and his ears lay flat against his skull. He could feel the growl reverberating in his chest, rumbling up his throat and emerging as a low, threating snarl.

"These humans truly are deceptive and mendacious creatures," he ground out.

Beside him, Fifi remained as outwardly composed as ever, though he could tell that inside she was vibrating with rage.

"Their time will come," she promised, her French accent turning the threat into something musical, even if it was the Imperial Death March. "We won't fall for this "human resources" treachery twice."


Ongoing Verse: CAT

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The laptop screen glowed in the darkened room, and the blinking black cursor at the top left-hand corner of the empty page flashed like an accusation.

Marshall Teller sat heavily in the wobbly office chair, sweeping aside a scattering of well-chewed pens to make space for a large mug of strong black coffee - arguably a poor choice for the late hour, but by this stage he was more concerned about the impending deadline than by incipient insomnia - and sighed.

Introduction to Cryptidnomics was proving a lot harder than he'd expected. Maybe he could borrow Simon's old history paper for inspiration...


Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: Writer

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The kaiju that lived out back of the Dragon of the Black Pool restaurant were breeding. Aside from the logistical problems caused by dozens of sharp-toothed and ravenous hatchlings that all looked like something out of a rubber suit monster movie, some of the larger beasts' couplings had caused significant structural damage to the surrounding buildings.

For this reason, large sections of the Dragon of the Black Pool's seating area were currently closed for some serious refurbishments, and the takeout menu had been simplified significantly.

"Though it looks like fortune cookies are out for the foreseeable future," joked Edgar Teller.

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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