Captian's Log This Breath 10 Sep 2018 Your days are numbered, counted out, and your allotted time will be spent; that is, you will someday be found no more upon this earth. There is a time before…
Captian's Log Short Story: Cold Inside 9 Sep 2018 Please read: Cold Inside Excerpt: Even inside, far from any lightening flash or din of rain, you could feel the storm. It had seeped into the very air, a damp atmosphere…
The Tale Wolf Head: High Noon 8 Sep 2018 Check out the latest installment of Wolf Head: High Noon Here is a snippet of the Chapter: And as it were lightening, the hunter brings his sword between them, the…
Captian's Log I’m Still Sick and Haven’t Written Anything; Or, Something from the Archives 7 Sep 2018 Okay, I am still sick, and due to some pharmaceutical help, I am going to fall asleep just about the time I publish this. The only question remaining is what…
Bureau of Clandestine Affairs Rough Draft: Confession 6 Sep 2018 I hate being sick. I can't do what I want. I have been sitting in my room bored out of my skull. Then a horrific image came, and it distracted…
Captian's Log Poem: Sick; Or, The Anti-Love 5 Sep 2018 Sometimes it is fun to play the villain. Please enjoy my poem: Sick Excerpt: How terrible to fall in love! How like sickness it takes us! First in the stomach it…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 4 Sep 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: “Your name man, and quick about it. Know ye not the time, what hour we are in?” “It please you, Mortimer,” said…
Captian's Log Poem: No More 3 Sep 20183 Sep 2018 Please read my Poem: No More Excerpt: I thought I said goodbye, and when we’d say hello, I’d have no cause to sigh; but I have sunk below. No chance I…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft (A Job) 2 Sep 2018 A Job As the brut approached, he took a moment to glance at the sword hanging off the youth’s hip. Its long handle came up past the naval, and it…
The Tale Wolf Head: Continuing Part 25 1 Sep 2018 Underneath his black veil Stanley grins. The ash rises about him, obscuring all the landscape, the treetops, the valleys; all is here, this moment and nothing more. Beyond his sight…
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