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 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…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 28 Aug 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: A new chill assaulted me, displacing the pleasant cold of the water. What should these men fear? I wondered. Imagination soon assailed,…
The Tale Wolf Head: Beginning Part 25 27 Aug 2018 Here is an early, unedited look at part 25 of the Wolf Head Series. Underneath his black veil Stanley grins. The ash rises about him, obscuring all the landscape, the…
