Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 25 Apr 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: “Am I mad? Has reason abandoned me that I now consort with fowl? Perhaps I still within the knotted roots of death,…
Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 20 Apr 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: “Am I mad? Has reason abandoned me that I now consort with fowl? Perhaps I still within the knotted roots of death,…
Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 11 Apr 201811 Apr 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: Panting, I sit staring across the ravine where the murder dances, the black formless mass of crows jumping up, landing, flying high,…
Captian's Log Breach of Contract 8 Apr 2018 They wheeled the legend in. The old man was motionless say for his head swiveling: the movement, caused by the dying momentum of his entrance, slowed to naught. I can…
Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 4 Apr 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: Grabbing another root, I turn and face the wall in earnest. My arms quake as I lift myself, one handhold at a…
Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 28 Mar 2018 I'm still fighting off a cold, and now my asthmatic lungs have decided to house whatever germs have been partying in my exhausted sinuses. The obvious remedy is whiskey, but…
Captian's Log… Update: Eyes of God 25 Mar 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: “I am not blind, nor my sight perverted. I am Carrion Oraculi, the prophecy’s flesh.” Following the sound, I spy a dying…
Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 22 Mar 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: I lose sight of him, his silhouette shrinking into the sun. Sitting in silence, I watch a contingent of beetles approaching my…
Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 20 Mar 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: Then placing its beady, monochrome eye upon me, it shouts, “Murder!” The bird’s word covers me in a cold fire. I burn…
Captian's Log… Update: The Eyes of God 15 Mar 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: Through the smooth path of the dry riverbed, I approach the desolation. The murder’s caws grow, the cacophony of their unending squabble…
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