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…
Captian's Log… Intraworld: Floods of Darkness, Springs of Light 4 Aug 2017 The Librarian reads the fading text, his magic revivifying the moldy pages: I have in times since now lost track of weeks, months, years, knowing cycles only. The sun to…
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… Intraworld: Fairy Tales 28 Jul 2017 A bright flash, like lightening, races through the thick underbrush, followed by a high pitched humming, reminiscent of a women’s choir preparing their chorus. Amelia stands up from the little…
Captian's Log Monster poems: Witches’ Desire 25 Jul 2017 Please enjoy: Witches’ Desire Other Monster Poems: Vampire’s Remorse Werewolf’s End Journey of the Zombie Monster’s Name Ghost’s Memories Hyde’s Justice Also, the GIF is from Hocus Pocus, a very funny…
Captian's Log… Intraworld: The Library 21 Jul 201728 Jul 2017 The Library A day didn’t pass without the thought of Johnny. Looking through the books, Hector tried to find the one his friend was in. Last time he had journeyed…
Captian's Log Time and Chance 19 Jul 2017 Please read my new short story: Time and Chance I posted a Rough Draft of this story a few days ago. It has become one of the longest short stories I've written. Share…
Captian's Log Rough Draft 17 Jul 2017 Started on this story today. Hopefully I can finish it up this week. My working title is: Day Unto Day As one lone vanguard falls from the sky, landing upon…
Captian's Log… A New World 12 Jul 2017 Underneath the steel plates of armor his muscles burn. Wearily, he swings the sword, dismembering the last shadow creature. Beneath him it writhes on the floor, blackness spilling out like…
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