Captian's Log Rough Draft: Vampire’s Revenge 26 Feb 2018 A man sat outside begging, his unwashed stench sometimes wafting in with the summer breeze through the open window. He sat holding a little tin cup in one hand, stretching…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Vampire’s Vengeance 19 Feb 2018 Well, I've added a few more paragraphs to this story since last time. Hope you will enjoy. A man sat outside begging, his unwashed stench sometimes wafting in with the…
Captian's Log Visions Softly Creeping 15 Feb 2018 The depthless darkness surrounded her in a weave of invisible shadows spreading out into the infinitude of nothing. A numbness encased her: she floated as a mind divorced of body,…
Captian's Log The Werewolf Epic (What Big Mouth) 14 Feb 2018 Read: The Werewolf Epic The addition: So she with dimming hope complains: Mother! How great your mouth has grown. This kiss, I like it not! To lightly peck my cheek you’ve…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Vampire’s Vengeance 8 Feb 2018 Sorry I can't put up more of a post this evening, but here is the beginning of a daydream: A man sat outside begging, his unwashed stench sometimes wafting in…
Captian's Log The Prophet 1 Feb 2018 Started work on a new short story: Forgive me reader to be so blunt: the man was smart. An apt test of his intelligence quotient had not been devised; any…
Captian's Log Ghost Ship: The Final Installment 23 Jan 2018 Please read: Ghost Ship It has been a long road, but my poem, Ghost Ship, is finally finished.
Captian's Log Poem: Facing Death 22 Jan 2018 The Addition: The hollow words, like a dog’s warning bark, sounded; no action followed the remark that corresponded to those manly threats. And such judgement the guilty man forgets. All…
By the Sword… By The Sword: Sermon on a Mount 21 Jan 2018 Please Check out the latest intallment to By The Sword: Sermon on a Mount Here is a snippit: The words broke through the mob’s pandemonium like when in the midst…
Captian's Log Poem: Ghost Ship 18 Jan 2018 Check out Ghost Ship The latest installment: My hand reached out to touch that wayward rum forgetting from what dark course I had come, but then I saw her sinking in…
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