The Tale Wolf Head: Dying Light 5 Jan 20196 Jan 2019 Check out the latest installment of Wolf Head: Reborn Here is a snippet of the Chapter: The ghostly shape approaches, a pale and colorless image of herself walking down the…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (The Screams) 28 Dec 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The Addition: Its head below him now, the man then gawks to see the beats’ full size in soft repose. The little hut was carpeted, the floor…
Captian's Log The Hypocrite 26 Dec 2018 This was the moment: behind the curtain, the lights off, the stage set. My mind emptied of all but the character. Still, some small part of me remained, could hear…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 23 Dec 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: Silently, I was escorted, a prisoner save that none had declared it, yet still I was guarded, led, was not free to…
Captian's Log 22 Dec 2018 No peels of thunder came with threats of rain, but soft trickles met the tired sun in his descent. Emboldened in the darkness of this winter, they storm with bitter…
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.…
