Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Meat) 14 Aug 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: Then with a sudden twist, the hybrid face of man and beast—the two not mixing well, but one over the other pulled as if ill…
Captian's Log Nightmares 13 Aug 2018 A Monday is a Monday is a Monday, and this one hits hard. I invite you to read my short offering. “What’s happening to me?” he said trembling. “You’re forgetting.”…
By the Sword By the Sword: Mist 12 Aug 2018 Please Check out the latest installment to By The Sword: Mist Here is a snippet: He let the fisherman wander off, instead himself wandering toward the pier’s edge, and coming…
Captian's Log I Will Be a Tree 11 Aug 2018 I will be a tree and not some mean bundle of sticks. I am at least a seed, and I will try to grow. I will join my roots into…
By an Idiot By an Idiot | Episode 11: On Hunting Man 10 Aug 201817 Aug 2018 https://youtu.be/qveJ5KApOE4 URL: https://youtu.be/qveJ5KApOE4 Good evening, denizens of the asylum. The night slowly creeps upon the day in its eternal hunt, the lengthening shadows reaching out to ensnare all in their…
Captian's Log Short Poem: The Maniac 9 Aug 2018 Please Enjoy: The Maniac A short poem about a manic entering battle.
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 8 Aug 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: The company, with this hush fallen over, each procured their arms. One grabbed for a club that had been by his feet,…
Captian's Log Micro Poem 7 Aug 2018 Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me that after a long journey I find myself mere moments from sleep. My brain is overcooked soup, and all I long for is…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Unveiled) 6 Aug 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: Upon the ground she twists her flailing limbs, thrashing the forest floor, and breathless wails. Then deepening her groans transform, at first like gargling, but…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft 5 Aug 2018 Mist He let the fisherman wander off, instead himself wandering toward the pier’s edge, and coming to it, sat himself to stare out into the bay. The grey mists, coiling…
