Captian's Log The Temple of Maggots 13 Nov 2018 Silent moments allow the screaming in my head to overwhelm the darkening night, her gentle coalescing to sleep undone in the wild spark of an ill memory. Hours are spent…
Captian's Log Poem: Bluebird’s Echo 10 Nov 2018 No one can make the bluebird sing from other than its feathered breast, nor make the dreamer dream a dream say that it is his sleeping rest. Yet when to…
Captian's Log Poem: A Devil’s Son 8 Nov 2018 Please read: A Devil’s Son Excerpt: There’s darkness there beyond the realm of sight which men may feel on cold and wintry nights, but none are oft to speak of what…
Captian's Log Halloween Dreams 29 Oct 201829 Oct 2018 It's a quiet night this all Hallow's Eve, and many a ghoul and goblin comes seeking the weary unfortunate who cannot bespell their growing fright. Goodnight, goodnight, ye madmen and…
Captian's Log Short Story: To Touch 21 Oct 2018 Check out: To Touch Excerpt: It was a small room they released me from, and I was quick to leave it. I thought to call for help, and that was when…
The Tale Wolf Head: Dying Light 20 Oct 2018 Check out the latest installment of Wolf Head: The Calling Here is a snippet of the Chapter: The problem was, she’d always laugh, giggling when she’d thought she’d made it.…
Captian's Log The Flood 19 Oct 201819 Oct 2018 Let’s get depressed. You will die. Unavoidable. Unless you’re one in a million, you will have such little impact upon the rest of humanity that nothing you do will affect…
Captian's Log The Keeper 18 Oct 2018 He would be here, whatever happened. Though a flag was daily raised to proudly unroll in the playful morning breezes, the flag itself showed less consistency in color than was…
Guest Blogger His Final Moments – A Poem by Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet 17 Oct 201817 Oct 2018 I don't generally share my friends' work; however, Walt's piece today wanted some further acknowledgment of its heart. Check him out in the link below. via His Final Moments -…
Captian's Log Sour Dreams 17 Oct 2018 I feel the glory fade and fall t’ th’ earth beneath. It’s like I am dissolved, transformed into black ash. The light shines straight through me. No shad’w nor temp’ral…
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