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Brown Jenkins

Brown Jenkin by John Donald CarlucciBrown Jenkins is intended to be a serial, with each episode accompanied by music to be played while the story is read.

Each episode will consist of a short story or vignette in tune with the major theme. The episodes will post every Sunday night until the tale is complete.

Once all is said and done, a book/cd package will be put together,with a few extra goodies. The cover will feature the artwork at left, by John Donald Carlucci.

Ready? Here we go—

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I of the Storm

It’s been looking back at me for hours. I can smell its fetid breath now as it draws ever nearer, hear its grumbling and moaning as if it were in the next room.

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Once I gloried in the smell of old books, their crumbling, mildew-stained pages reminding me of the ancient and forgotten mysteries I beheld nightly within their covers. But no longer, for it was my fate to survive the most primal of terrors, and to find myself beyond the shroud of ordinary existence for a while…a destiny I shall relate in this account.
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R’Lyehan Pie

To the tune of Don McLean’s ‘American Pie

A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
I could make those shoggoths dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
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Ghoul Picnic

On a beautiful starfilled midnight, in a clearing surrounded by trees with stable root, the Night People gathered for a meal.

Illivant squatted and warmed himself by the fire, inhaling the rich aroma of the spitted meat. Not long before, Illivant had been resigned to roots and leaves instead of proper food, but a stray current had brought a brace of drowned fisherman to shore.

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The Black Traveler

So I heard over in England they had this gas a few years ago, called time gas. The time gas supposedly regressed people backward psychologically, through their childhoods and beyond.

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