Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Partners 19 Aug 2017 Waking up, Richard shivers on the cold uneven cave floor. Wildly, his eyes try to pierce the impenetrable darkness. Sitting up, he turns his head back and forth, searching for…
Captian's Log Intraworld: Underground 18 Aug 2017 Fumbling for the switch in the darkness, Amelia places her hands on the wall, blindly sliding them over the rough interior of the cellar. Edging, step by step, she moves…
Captian's Log Rest and Peace 17 Aug 2017 I just finished my summer term! It feels really good knowing I won’t have to get up and go to school for a few weeks. No more tests, no more…
Captian's Log Carnival: Rough Draft 15 Aug 201715 Nov 2017 Update: You can read the finished version here: The Carnival So, I have no idea what this is about. I didn't know what to write this evening, and this just happened.…
Captian's Log YouTube: My Writing in Audio 13 Aug 2017 Short Stories Fare Well: YouTube|Page Portrait: YouTube|Page Essays and Reflections The Beginning: YouTube|Page The Stone: YouTube|Page Whispers from the Shadows: YouTube|Page Posts Of Heroes and Monsters: YouTube|Post Appointment with Life:…
Captian's Log Jack’s Trick: A Rough Draft 11 Aug 2017 As I mentioned in the post Inspiration Struck, I have been working on a poem for a Halloween writing competition hosted by SMM. This may be one of my longest poems…
Captian's Log The Hollowed (Progressing) 8 Aug 2017 I may be working on this story for awhile, so expect more of these posts for awhile. The fields roll on endlessly, pockets of fog coursing like rivers through…
Captian's Log The Hollowed 7 Aug 2017 The fields roll on endlessly, pockets of fog coursing like rivers through the deep pathways that are the lows of the rising hills. The sky is a white canvas, a…
By the Sword… The Sword 6 Aug 20175 Aug 2017 (Excerpt from Friar Tumnus’ Recollections of the Destitute. He was a contemporary of the Nameless Hero, and, though he never draws an exact connection between this story and others like…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: The Wolf 5 Aug 2017 The priestess, mud still dripping from her white undergarments, contorts her face in horror. Before Richard can think, he hears the wicker door fly open, and the world turns read.…
