Captian's Log The Homework 14 Nov 2018 They watched the recording:“We’ve a little time to spare. What’s on your mind? Come on, I can see there’s something eating you. Don’t want to talk? I have some Halloween…
Captian's Log The Temple of Maggots 13 Nov 2018 Silent moments allow the screaming in my head to overwhelm the darkening night, her gentle coalescing to sleep undone in the wild spark of an ill memory. Hours are spent…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 5 Nov 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: His hands reached out for me, and all along the sagging skin of his arms were the cavernous recesses in which those…
The Eyes of God Update: The Eyes of God 23 Oct 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: I gazed upon my hand and the scar which had been a great swelling sore until I drained it. I looked to…
Captian's Log Dust 10 Oct 2018 No death is here, nor light, nor sound. Nothing remains of all that’s scattered on the ground. The fire raged and turned to ash this forgotten land. No wind to…
Captian's Log Update: The Eyes of God 24 Sep 2018 Check out the update to The Eyes of God: And then the first of them came out from the shadows, an amorphous mass upon the wind driving hard towards us. It…
Captian's Log I’m Still Sick and Haven’t Written Anything; Or, Something from the Archives 7 Sep 2018 Okay, I am still sick, and due to some pharmaceutical help, I am going to fall asleep just about the time I publish this. The only question remaining is what…
Captian's Log Micro Poem 7 Aug 2018 Oh my friends, my friends, forgive me that after a long journey I find myself mere moments from sleep. My brain is overcooked soup, and all I long for is…
Captian's Log Poem: Grimsley Hole 31 Jul 2018 Check Out: Grimsley Hole A short poem put together by someone tired of being sick. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZeaCohfWsY
By an Idiot By an Idiot | Episode 7: Friday the Thirteenth 13 Jul 201820 Jul 2018 https://youtu.be/vVKhzN3e-SM URL: https://youtu.be/vVKhzN3e-SM A strange chill is in the air tonight, carrying the moldy smells of the long dead in the tail-like whips, the fragmented breezes, blowing in through the…
