Captian's Log Cloudy Moon 17 Dec 201817 Dec 2018 The dark clouds rolled over the moon like a woman’s lacy garment, covering and yet not covering, inviting the eye to search the deeper mysteries. The moon was still the…
The Tale Wolf Head: Moon Rise 18 Aug 2018 Check out my latest installment of Wolf Head: Moon Rise Here is a snippet of the Chapter: The moon’s bloody glow spreads over the farmers’ fields, casting out the brief…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (One Small Light) 9 Apr 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: So speaks the hunter on: The pond, bloodied, reflects a different hue than what I see when gazing up into heaven’s wonders. They are not…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Muddy Pond; Clear Sky) 6 Apr 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: He looks into the pool where tint of red bleeding over the evening sky’s image colors in crimson-murderous that host: the marshaled stars in regal…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Moonlight) 19 Mar 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: Now by her light the woodsman stalks the deer drinking the moon in yon reflective pool, its head lowered gently lapping the pale, bright disk.…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Freedom 10 Sep 2017 His uneasy steps carry him over the pile of bones, their jagged edges threatening to pierce his bare feet. A cold blast of air rushes into the cave as he…
Captian's Log Short Story: Smoke in the Stars 7 Sep 2017 The smoldering embers die, the last vestige of life withering away into smoke. A white wispy plume, stretching into the heavens, is tossed from side to side along its inevitable…
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… 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… 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.…
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