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…
By the Sword… The Sword 6 Aug 20175 Aug 2017 (Excerpt from Friar Tumnus’ Recollections of the Destitute. He was a contemporary of the Nameless Hero, and, though he never draws an exact connection between this story and others like…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: The Wolf 5 Aug 2017 The priestess, mud still dripping from her white undergarments, contorts her face in horror. Before Richard can think, he hears the wicker door fly open, and the world turns read.…
Captian's Log The Hollowed Continued 2 Aug 20172 Aug 2017 Life is strange. Lots happening. I got some time to work on my story, but I apologize, I have not edited anything new. Hopefully the below additions are in English.…
Captian's Log The Hollowed 31 Jul 2017 A zombie story I've been working on. I wanted to see how far I could go working primarily with the settings. Settings: The fields roll on endlessly, pockets of fog…
Captian's Log… Shadow of the Sisyphus 30 Jul 201729 Jul 2017 Last night I had a dream. I was the runaway slave, Lazarus, and you were chasing me along the deck of the Sisyphus. Around us the zombies—actually, I think all…
Captian's Log… Wolf head: The Party 29 Jul 2017 Already dressed, the hunter sharpens his sword against the whetstone, the nearly silent scraping filling his cabin. The sun still falls, the sky dancing on the edge of night. Pouring…
By the Sword… Ariesland 23 Jul 201723 Jul 2017 After three years out to sea, never stepping on land, and then to feel the soft sand give under my feet, and to smell meat sizzling over a flame—there was…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: The Shepherd 22 Jul 2017 The howling fills the night, drowning Daniel’s oinking screams. The creature snorts, sending twin plumes of moon dust into the wretched man’s face. The great jaws, snapping together like a…
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