Captian's Log Halloween Declaration: Here Comes October 27 Sep 2018 October’s around the corner, and already the spirit of Halloween is infesting the environment. Here and there the cardboard cut outs of tombstones decorate the yards along this and that…
Captian's Log… Vision’s End 26 Sep 2018 Today I started into a little story called Childhood’s End. In it, I think, I have traced the strange germination of an aspect of art which I have been trying…
Captian's Log Poem: Carry On Dream 25 Sep 201825 Sep 2018 Please read: Carry On Dream Excerpt: And when the dream has died, no one will know. A flippant foolishness it’s to pretend that Life would spare me from this final…
Captian's Log Update: The Eyes of God 24 Sep 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: And then the first of them came out from the shadows, an amorphous mass upon the wind driving hard towards us. It…
Captian's Log Rambling Nonsense 23 Sep 201822 Sep 2018 I am means I am not, for to be one thing thou cannot be another. I am here means I am not there. Working from here, we wonder what I…
The Tale Wolf Head: Dying Light 22 Sep 2018 Check out the latest installment of Wolf Head: Doppelganger Here is a snippet of the Chapter: In the windowless shadows of a dim room where a small lamp casts a…
Captian's Log Poem: The Eye of Death 21 Sep 2018 Please read: The Eye of Death Excerpt: Pay no concern for how he died, nor where his body’s laid. Suffice it just to say he’s died and in a shallow grave.…
Captian's Log Essay: The Horrors of the Invisible World 20 Sep 201820 Sep 2018 Please read: The Horrors of the Invisible World: Searching for Lingering Chills Excerpt: Here we have ventured into the second element of true horror, uncertainty. If the past is not…
Captian's Log Essay in Progress 19 Sep 201819 Sep 2018 I have been working on an essay about the Salem Witch Trials. Below is my attempt at a thesis: Disregarding the moral question of the Salem Witch Trials, I wish…
Captian's Log Poem: The Dog and the Door 18 Sep 2018 Please read: The Dog and the Door Excerpt: The Dog: Behold, O man, thy witless end —precursor Age overshadows; what once so sharp has been made dull— and I, hungering, at…
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