Captian's Log Cities in Orbit 20 Dec 201820 Dec 2018 The great cities have forgotten their mystery. In the airborne skyscrapers no one recalls the time before, recalls the harsh world escaped. But the dreamer dreams, and his thoughts alight:…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (Standing) 19 Dec 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: A freighted panic seizes his body, and face to face, he dumbly stares into that predator’s snarl. Yet what relief: the hunter sighs to see…
Captian's Log As in Life 16 Dec 2018 In my little corner of Hell, they’ve strapped me to an old and uncomfortable, wooden chair. The restraints have torn through my skin to the bone, and my flesh is…
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 The Werewolf Epic (Closing In) 11 Dec 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: And thus, unto the door, the woodsman comes, a crouching form balanced upon his toes. Never so quiet then, he walks as like a ghost.…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 9 Dec 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: Where the eyes should have been a hollow emptiness resided, a black depth the soft light of the fire failed to sound.…
Captian's Log Life in the Sky 7 Dec 2018 The city of the Dead was a sprawling affair. Unplanned, the buildings cropped up in a wonderfully organic way, like swollen growths, giant black blotches, against the soft twilight landscape.…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 6 Dec 20187 Dec 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: “Please,” I asked, “a cloth? Something has gotten into my eyes.” At first there was no reply, and I felt a silence…
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 Closed Door 28 Nov 2018 It was he finally closed the door. It had been his habit, these last fifteen years, to wedge a little wood under his door so that it would stay open…
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