Captian's Log The Catacombs 16 Apr 2018 Deep within the forsaken tombs: The world is cold. The tendrils of the ever-present fog creep around my feet as the starved fire slowly wanes to ash and ember. The…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Rescue (The Sequel) 15 Apr 201815 Apr 2018 Check out my latest installment of Wolf Head: Rescue Here is a snippet of the Chapter: The congealing pool of blood mixes into the dirt road around the defeated shepherd.…
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 The Last 7 Apr 2018 (I apologize as I am very tired. I put this short story together after listening to a cover of Radioactive. Video below.) The sun was bright like the illumination of…
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…
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