Captian's Log Rough Draft: The Werewolf’s Charge 14 Jul 2018 Before the elect council, their scornful ire thrown down in unbroken stares from their crescent bench which surrounded him, the starved wretch of a man stood entirely exposed. He’d little…
Captian's Log Continued: Fidelity 28 Jun 201828 Jun 2018 (A continuation of the post Rough Draft: Fidelity) “You see it?” cried the younger sister. “There,” she pointed, “the two eyes, and there, the nose. You must see it. That…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Fidelity 27 Jun 2018 She looked cute in her hiking outfit. He called it an outfit—hadn’t heard anyone else say it—her latest outfit. This was a cute one; he liked it. Short pants tight…
Captian's Log Unfinished: The Ship Beelzebub 19 Jun 2018 I cannot tonight finish this poem: Now breaking through the misty sea with scores of seagulls merrily as like when kings their servants send to cry his proach to any…
Captian's Log Poem Fragment: Eternal Night 17 Jun 2018 Strange it is to say goodbye to one whose love brought me so high. Odd to see no life in you when ‘twas our life would see me through. Break…
Captian's Log Accounts 3 Jun 2018 (A hastily drawn rough draft of an idea. Please enjoy.) Val always rose at the crack of night, and when at a little after 11:00 his roommates crawled like dead…
Captian's Log Poem Fragment 18 May 2018 A story, in the back of my mind, grows, and tonight a part presents itself. The gods, in time before, their seeds had scattered round among the race of men.…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft 11 May 20181 Feb 2021 The Pier John sat muttering, little noticing the silent tread of the youth wandering among the fishing vessels. In his hands he wrung a well-worn net: it was frayed in…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft 9 May 2018 The Pier John sat muttering, little noticing the silent tread of the youth wandering among the fishing vessels. In his hands he wrung a well-worn net: it was frayed in…
By the Sword… By The Sword: Rough Draft 7 May 2018 The Pier John sat muttering, little noticing the silent tread of the youth wandering among the fishing vessels. In his hands he wrung a well-worn net: it was frayed in…
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