The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 14 Sep 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: There was no need nor time to answer, for it was in the midst of my speech the sound, as it was…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Opened Door) 12 Sep 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: the idol of her peers? But lo, the tale told of this wolf predates even myself, how should it then be but this newborn babe?…
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…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 4 Sep 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: “Your name man, and quick about it. Know ye not the time, what hour we are in?” “It please you, Mortimer,” said…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 28 Aug 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: A new chill assaulted me, displacing the pleasant cold of the water. What should these men fear? I wondered. Imagination soon assailed,…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 8 Aug 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: The company, with this hush fallen over, each procured their arms. One grabbed for a club that had been by his feet,…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Unveiled) 6 Aug 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: Upon the ground she twists her flailing limbs, thrashing the forest floor, and breathless wails. Then deepening her groans transform, at first like gargling, but…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 30 Jul 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: Throwing my head up out of the pond, I laughed. Wiping my eyes clear, blurry lights began to emerge. They were reflections…
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.…
