Captian's Log A Nightmare 19 Jun 2019 I had a spectacular nightmare which filled me with such fear I was senseless as I started awake. No form of invented media can match the horror of a true…
Bureau of Clandestine Affairs Demons 9 Apr 2019 The other kind is a strange people; they possess no defined biology but these few unvarying characteristics: Whatever shape they take, their skin is a glossy black, dark as ink,…
Captian's Log A Poem: Demons’ Birth 20 Mar 2019 Crawling out of Hell they return to earth. Bodies black and burned, fire gives them birth, bursting forth in plumes, ruptures from beneath. Out of Hell they crawl. Bloody corpses…
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: Facing Death 11 Oct 2017 The Addition: Their heads, robbed of a robe’s hood a second, felt their scalps’ chilly bareness, and reckoned themselves discovered by this invader. Sudden quiet settled over the air. The…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 9 Oct 2017 The Addition: Into a farmers hut the man stumbles, while outside the mighty thunder rumbles. Around the table he finds four others adorned in robes, an order of brothers. The…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 3 Oct 2017 The Addition: From the walled city’s center the bell tolls, spelling the hour’s end given damned souls to walk about this plane of mortal men whose blood yet flows, who…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 2 Oct 2017 The Addition: Wide eyed jailers, their iron cords lending, each to a ghost gives metal chain’s ending. From hard life graduates the prisoner without the aid of an executioner. Unlike…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 28 Sep 2017 I've added more to my narrative poem. Please enjoy. The addition: Out of the billowing haze, they emerge, their worn faces more befitting a dirge, skeletal men, the animated dead.…
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 26 Sep 201726 Sep 2017 Here's a further addition to the narrative poem I've been working on. The prisoner, amid ghastly jailers, walks with a head bent low by his failures. He is a hub…
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