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Accepting Requests from Patrons!

Dear Patrons,

As a bonus reward to all of you for your support I will be accepting story requests!

Message me a synopsis for a short story and if I feel it has merit I'll write it and post it here, free of charge! Ideally, the stories should be self-contained narratives in the 2,000-4,000 word range. The plot can be about anything, but I do not generally write anything too smutty or something that just panders to a fetish (at least not intentionally). That's not say I'll shy away ...

The Lycanthrope Club - An American Werewolf in Japan, Chapter XI

Masae silently regarded the headstone. It was a simple rectangular column no more than a meter high made of dark speckled granite set on a stone base. Characters were chiseled on the column's weathered surface - the name of Masae's grandfather, his date of birth and his date of death. Masae's gaze drifted downwards, noting the dirt that had accumulated on the north face of the headstone and the empty flower vases below. She slowly lifted the long-handled ladle from the wooden bucket at her fe...

TransTravels - A Short Story

Adrian scowled as he scrolled down the list of vacation packages. Each one had an accompanying image, brief blurb describing the destination and lodgings and, regrettably, the price. He clicked the 'next' icon on the bottom of the screen but nothing happened. Adrian blinked in surprise then realized he had reached the end of the list. Again. Issuing a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh Adrian closed the website and found himself staring at the Google homepage.

"Goddammit," he mu...

The Lycanthrope Club - An American Werewolf in Japan, Chapter X

Like most large cities Tokyo was not homogenous. It was vast, yes - one of the biggest metropolitan areas on the planet, and the most populous - but when the average non-native thought of Tokyo they would envision one or two famous or panoramic districts such as Minato or Shibuya. Yet Tokyo was a city of many parts, many wards and many neighborhoods, not all of them glamorous or even that densely populated. This point was hammered home to Junko as she walked along the street in western Tokyo....

The Lycanthrope Club - An American Werewolf in Japan, Chapter IX

Hajime absently tapped the smoldering tip of his cigarette on the ashtray. A few errant cinders bounced and briefly flared on its grimy ceramic surface. He then raised the cigarette to his thin lips and took a long drag. All the while his gaze remained fixed on the pair of monitors sitting on the desk before him. Their dull grey glow was the only thing illuminating the cramped and windowless office. Tiny, faint reflections of the screens could be seen Hajime's sunken, bloodshot eyes.  2019-02-03 20:44:31 +0000 UTC View Post

Slight Delay to this month's chapter

I lost a full day of writing to a nasty migraine and another helping out an old work friend so the next chapter of An American Werewolf in Japan won't be up tonight. I should have it wrapped up by Saturday (2nd of February).

I may post a patron exclusive mea culpa illustration commission this month to make up for the delay. In fact, are there any illustrations you - my patrons - would like to see?

Thanks again for your support! I really appreciate it.

Universal Decay: The Lycanthrope Club

Here are rules for running a Lycanthrope Club table-top roleplaying game.  Note that this is not currently a complete RPG; you will need a d20 or d20 compatible rule system or Daemoneye Publishing's Universal Decay: Dead Stars rule book run a game. 

This is a work in progress. Additional updates will feature new rules, fixes, clarifications and fluff. 

The Lycanthrope Club - An American Werewolf in Japan, Chapter VIII

Junko quietly passed through the main building doors and slowly walked down the short concrete steps leading up to the school. Other students were leaving as well but not many, certainly not enough to constitute a crowd; every five or six seconds a student or perhaps a pair of students would emerge from building and walk off. One quality they all shared, apart from their school uniforms, was fatigue. Their eyes were sunken and dull, their gait slow and sluggish. Nearly all were silent; those ...

The Lycanthrope Club - An American Werewolf in Japan, Chapter VII

Junko tore the plastic wrap off yet another polystyrene tray and swallowed its contents, not even pausing to read the label; it was meat, and that was what mattered. Given a choice Junko would usually pick sweet over savory but now she'd trade a thousand parfaits for a roasted chicken. Licking her lips, she reached over to grab another package from the backpack. As she pulled it out she noticed it was her last tray. Shrugging, she ripped the wrapping off and gobbled the glistening cuts of pink f...

The Lycanthrope Club - An American Werewolf in Japan, Chapter VI

Junko idly wondered what time it was as she and Masae made their way up the hill. She reached down for her coat pocket only to realize she wasn't wearing her coat. Or anything at all apart from Taro's long sleeve shirt, which was currently wrapped around her furry hips. Sighing, she peered up at the sky through the swaying branches and caught sight of the full moon. A small smile formed on her lips as she gazed at the glowing pale sphere. There was something oddly comforting about the moon now. ...

Melinda Cooper 2018 (Chris Sealy)

***I DID NOT DRAW THIS***

Here's a little bonus content for my patrons as way of an apology for the delayed update in October - a new image of the one and only Melinda Cooper drawn by Chris Sealy (https://www.deviantart.com/lunardiaries or https://www.patreon.com/lunardiaries/posts). 

The Lycanthrope Club - An American Werewolf in Japan, Chapter V

Consciousness returned to Junko in fragments. She became aware, in a vague, abstract manner that she was lying somewhere. She couldn't be in bed or even her room; the surface was too hard, its texture unfamiliar. She shifted her body and felt something soft, almost plush press against her shoulder and hips. Perhaps she was in bed after all. Junko turned her head and opened her eyes to check the time. Instead of the dimly glowing digits of her bedside clock she was met with the sight of a worn wo...