Bureau of Clandestine Affairs… The Case of Inmate 37 4 Sep 20176 Sep 2017 The relevant facts can be found here: Cryptids Interview of Inmate 37 Inquiry Into the Death of Inmate 37
By the Sword… Serious Serial Serials 1 Sep 2017 I've added a new feature to my website. You can now find all the serials—three at the present—I've been writing, under one roof. I've really enjoyed these stories—don't worry, I…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Foreshadows 26 Aug 2017 Atop the hill, the three men stand like monuments. The leftmost, the shaft of his spear extending high into the sky, plants the butt of his weapon into the soft…
Captian's Log A Coffin for Two (Continued) 24 Aug 2017 After about a month's hiatus, I return to my short story, A Coffin for Two. The little brass bell dances up and down at the opening of the door.…
By the Sword… The Eagle and the Lamb 20 Aug 201719 Aug 2017 Perspective is a terrible thing, throwing into doubt, not our eyes, but ourselves, not the things around us, but the entire world those things occupy. I think, should an eagle,…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Partners 19 Aug 2017 Waking up, Richard shivers on the cold uneven cave floor. Wildly, his eyes try to pierce the impenetrable darkness. Sitting up, he turns his head back and forth, searching for…
Captian's Log Intraworld: Underground 18 Aug 2017 Fumbling for the switch in the darkness, Amelia places her hands on the wall, blindly sliding them over the rough interior of the cellar. Edging, step by step, she moves…
Captian's Log Jack’s Trick: A Rough Draft 11 Aug 2017 As I mentioned in the post Inspiration Struck, I have been working on a poem for a Halloween writing competition hosted by SMM. This may be one of my longest poems…
Captian's Log The Hollowed (Progressing) 8 Aug 2017 I may be working on this story for awhile, so expect more of these posts for awhile. The fields roll on endlessly, pockets of fog coursing like rivers through…
Captian's Log The Hollowed 7 Aug 2017 The fields roll on endlessly, pockets of fog coursing like rivers through the deep pathways that are the lows of the rising hills. The sky is a white canvas, a…
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