Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (The Screams) 28 Dec 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: Its head below him now, the man then gawks to see the beats’ full size in soft repose. The little hut was carpeted, the floor…
Captian's Log Unknown Lament 27 Dec 2018 They lay the body down, and leave the dead to rest. Above a garden grows; below nothing but bones. The old man’s face soon wears away into a skull within…
Captian's Log Cities in Orbit 20 Dec 201820 Dec 2018 The great cities have forgotten their mystery. In the airborne skyscrapers no one recalls the time before, recalls the harsh world escaped. But the dreamer dreams, and his thoughts alight:…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Standing) 19 Dec 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: A freighted panic seizes his body, and face to face, he dumbly stares into that predator’s snarl. Yet what relief: the hunter sighs to see…
Captian's Log Picture: Cities in Orbit 15 Dec 201815 Dec 2018 I was remembering to my sister this evening how, as a child, I would draw passive aggressively. You may not think that possible, but I found a way. I have…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 9 Dec 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: Where the eyes should have been a hollow emptiness resided, a black depth the soft light of the fire failed to sound.…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 6 Dec 20187 Dec 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: “Please,” I asked, “a cloth? Something has gotten into my eyes.” At first there was no reply, and I felt a silence…
Captian's Log By the Sword: Rough Draft (A Job) 2 Dec 2018 A Job Section 1 Section 2 David looked over his shoulder again. The lean figure, walking backwards, slowly retreated deeper into the alley. As he approached a corner, it was…
Captian's Log Mars Shall Have a Knew Angel 26 Nov 2018 On his throne the tyrant laughed, the body of my naked wife at his feet, her bowls unfolding upon the cold, grey floor. The crimson pool bleeding from her began…
Captian's Log Seeds 25 Nov 201825 Nov 2018 Last time in Visions Softly Creeping: It didn’t respond with words or language, or pictures or thoughts; she just suddenly understood, a revelation like a neon sign splitting the night. She…
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