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…
Captian's Log In Defense of Contention 31 Aug 2018 I have friends—now, in the past, and most probably in the future—who could be called peacemakers: if there is contention, if factions are at odds, should it appear voices will…
Captian's Log Meter: A Little Hope 30 Aug 2018 (A small part in a story I now and again remember. The moment is written in meter.) A speck of dust within the air floats harmlessly around, and though many…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Masks) 29 Aug 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: The hunter thus, after his beating heart from fear-maddened rhythm to hard thuds slows, his whole, from head to toe, feeling the pulse: What have…
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