Captian's Log Rough Draft: Death’s Rose 12 Dec 2018 (I am too tired to finish this tonight. Please enjoy a rough Draft and a cliff hanger.) As I lay dying, she walked me through her garden. Where I was,…
Captian's Log By the Sword: Rough Draft (A Job) 2 Dec 2018 A Job Section 1 Section 2 David looked over his shoulder again. The lean figure, walking backwards, slowly retreated deeper into the alley. As he approached a corner, it was…
Captian's Log Rough Thesis: Lenora Was in the Darkness 6 Nov 2018 Below is a thesis for a possible paper I'll be writing: Science has at times been likened to the mythological basilisk “which kills what it sees and only sees by…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft (A Job) 28 Oct 2018 A Job [Read more of this part here] “I supposed you’re not interested in meeting with the soldiers?” said the boxer. The swordsman replied with a quick twist of his…
The Tale Wolf Head: Beginning Part 27 13 Oct 2018 Here is an early, unedited look at part 27 of the Wolf Head Series. The priestess found herself in utter darkness. The lamp had died and taken the world with…
Captian's Log I’m Still Sick and Haven’t Written Anything; Or, Something from the Archives 7 Sep 2018 Okay, I am still sick, and due to some pharmaceutical help, I am going to fall asleep just about the time I publish this. The only question remaining is what…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft (A Job) 2 Sep 2018 A Job As the brut approached, he took a moment to glance at the sword hanging off the youth’s hip. Its long handle came up past the naval, and it…
The Tale Wolf Head: Continuing Part 25 1 Sep 2018 Underneath his black veil Stanley grins. The ash rises about him, obscuring all the landscape, the treetops, the valleys; all is here, this moment and nothing more. Beyond his sight…
The Tale Wolf Head: Beginning Part 25 27 Aug 2018 Here is an early, unedited look at part 25 of the Wolf Head Series. Underneath his black veil Stanley grins. The ash rises about him, obscuring all the landscape, the…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft 5 Aug 2018 Mist He let the fisherman wander off, instead himself wandering toward the pier’s edge, and coming to it, sat himself to stare out into the bay. The grey mists, coiling…
