Captian's Log Short Story: Let Us Go Into the Light 9 Jun 2018 Let Us Go Into the Light Excerpt: What was my promise? It’s fair you should ask. I said she’d taken me from my living death when she smiled at me,…
Captian's Log Breach of Contract 8 Apr 2018 They wheeled the legend in. The old man was motionless say for his head swiveling: the movement, caused by the dying momentum of his entrance, slowed to naught. I can…
Captian's Log… Intraworld: Beginnings of Part 7 4 Mar 2018 It has been some time since I gave Intraworld any attention. Below is a rough beginning to a new chapter. The knight soon fell asleep, his broken arm limply hanging…
Captian's Log Carnival: Clown’s Counsel 28 Jan 2018 The scene is in a bar at night, where two clowns hold the following discourse: Clown 1: Insanity grips men when everything they see is trouble free, and when rewards…
Captian's Log Looking Back 2 Jan 2018 To Endure: Part 2 So, some astute readers may have noticed that one of my short stories had part 1 for a subtitle. This would seem to imply at least…
Captian's Log Monster Poem: Necromancer’s Song 26 Nov 2017 Check out my latest monster poem: Necromancer’s Song I had some fun with this one, attempting to incorporate iambic pentameter. Please enjoy This helped to inspire this poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=goQSQX33GZ8 Other…
Captian's Log Character Background 19 Nov 2017 It’s sort of like you would imagine it: dark, damp, a chorus of the damned screaming for mercy. And there I was in the middle of it, at a job…
Captian's Log Character Background 18 Nov 201718 Nov 2017 Okay, still sick, so we're keeping it short tonight. I'm feeling much better though, and hope I'll be able to put more thought and effort into tomorrow's post. As is,…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Carnival 15 Nov 2017 Please read my latest short story: The Carnival Here is a snippet: (A man comes under a large tent where a circus freak resides with an elaborately colorful, stuffed parrot.…
Captian's Log Dead Man’s Hope 30 Oct 2017 There is hope today, I tell myself as I lay paralyzed in bed. Every morning’s the same now, like a weight in my chest, right over my heart, pining me…
