The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 19 Jul 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: I shivered at their hollow wooden calls, an orchestra of thousands lending what small sound they had to that greater lamenting. Together…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Bare) 17 Jul 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: a creaking limb. He holds his hunt, the deer, upon his back, the weight growing as time his march leads on into the wayward night.…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death’s Rail 15 Jul 2018 In the manner of an apology, I present these diverse works, for time like a thief has stolen upon me, and nothing have I completed. They are in rough form,…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 11 Jul 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: What once was a field lies between him and me. Little dykes, reservoirs meant for the river’s runoff, parts of a forsaken…
Captian's Log Battle Cry 2 Jul 2018 My young cousin demanded a story which you don't get to hear about here. However, thinking on it, I started imagining this. . . Arose the horned beast from out…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (The Clearing) 1 Jul 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: An evergreen, above the trees, its proud branches reach high, and yet the trunk, earthly as like the rest, from buried roots ascends. And by…
Captian's Log Continued: Fidelity 28 Jun 201828 Jun 2018 (A continuation of the post Rough Draft: Fidelity) “You see it?” cried the younger sister. “There,” she pointed, “the two eyes, and there, the nose. You must see it. That…
Captian's Log The Jungle of Hartmagoon 26 Jun 201813 Mar 2026 Some say there’s a mask made of silver, and it’s buried deep within a dark tomb. I am one to say I’ve seen it, if only in a dream. I…
Captian's Log Poem: The Ships Beelzebub 25 Jun 2018 Please read: The Ship Beelzebub Well, another Ghost Ship poem. I hope you enjoy.
Captian's Log Continued: The Ship Beelzebub 21 Jun 2018 The original post: Unfinished. Now breaking through the misty sea with scores of seagulls merrily as like when kings their servants send to cry his proach to any friend, or to…
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