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…
Captian's Log Mars Shall Have a Knew Angel 26 Nov 2018 On his throne the tyrant laughed, the body of my naked wife at his feet, her bowls unfolding upon the cold, grey floor. The crimson pool bleeding from her began…
Captian's Log Seeds 25 Nov 201825 Nov 2018 Last time in Visions Softly Creeping: It didn’t respond with words or language, or pictures or thoughts; she just suddenly understood, a revelation like a neon sign splitting the night. She…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Damned City 22 Nov 2018 In all men’s lives a journey comes, and I was in the midst of mine. I had stalled, though, and was alone in some outgrowth of a harbor few tourists…
Captian's Log The Chair Out of Time 21 Nov 2018 The wings of his chair cast long, flickering streaks of shadow stretching to the door like bleak tongues licking at the guest’s feet. This young man stood in the threshold…
Captian's Log Poem: Broken Sword 20 Nov 2018 A short little jaunt into a medieval fantasy. Please enjoy. I know no other way and draw my broken sword. The jagged edge, which once pointed would pierce the flesh,…
