Hello and welcome to the travel cast episode 493 the travel cast is an audio fiction

magazine that brings strange stories by strange authors to strange listeners such as

yourself I'm your host Norm Sherman authors to strange listeners such as yourself.

I'm your host, Norm Sherman.

Great story for you folks this week,

but before we get into it, quick heads up

for those of you who do that Tik-Toc thing.

You can find and follow the travel cast on there now for stuff like

clip throwbacks, episode previews, compilations, all sorts of stuff like this

recent one of Lovecraft Mad Libs we did some years back. These were fun. We tweeted out prompts for weird words like the

grossest adverb you can think of, a collective pronoun for groups of animals that don't

exist, unusual names for an elder god, stuff like that. And plug those words, your answers, directly into excerpts of an

H.P. Lovecraft story, replacing and often in my opinion, upgrading old Howie's purple

pros and even better, more neon fuchsia-colored prose.

The shapeless albino daughter and oddly bearded grandson stood by the bedside. Whilst from the potatoid abyss overhead, there came a phlegmatic

suggestion of rhythmical surging or lapping has made by larval owls and their frenetic

rumbas on some distant craptacular beach. The decidedly Susian doctor present was chiefly disturbed by the seemingly

limitless, shmurgle hump of whipper wallabies, crying their mist a fantastic message in sneeze

of licious repetition, timed on immmoda pediatrics

along the pants of the dying man.

It was uncanny, unnatural, persnickety, even,

too much thought Dr. Aloysis,

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