Captian's Log… Intraworld: Part 7 Unfinished 13 Mar 2018 The knight soon fell asleep, his broken arm limply hanging over his chest. The head slowly nodded forward until the chin rested on the collar bone. Amelia sat beside him,…
Captian's Log… Intraworld: Beginnings of Part 7 4 Mar 2018 It has been some time since I gave Intraworld any attention. Below is a rough beginning to a new chapter. The knight soon fell asleep, his broken arm limply hanging…
Captian's Log Luna’s Tears 5 Nov 2017 Here is an excerpt from a story I have been working on. In the summer twilight of that broken morning, amid the tears shed, the spreading rays of light…
Captian's Log… Intraworld: Maybes 6 Oct 2017 “He doesn’t remember who he is?” Hector questions. Greybeard sighs. “It seemed a good way to end his story.” The librarian’s contorted face demands further explanation. Wiping his blackened quill…
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…
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… 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…
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