Captian's Log The Carnival: Necromancer 31 Aug 201715 Nov 2017 Update: You can read the finished version here: The Carnival The Freak: Come here often, or is it your first time? The Man: (Looking around anxiously) I know not of how…
Captian's Log YouTube 30 Aug 2017 Essays and Reflections Regarding Writing: YouTube|Page Just Sleeping: YouTube|Page Posts The Budding of Reason: YouTube|Post I Will Praise: YouTube|Post Equus Africanus Asinus: YouTube|Post The Mercy of God: YouTube|Post The Ultimatum: YouTube|Post Don't Panic: YouTube|Post My Friend Mario: YouTube|Post…
Captian's Log Poem: Power of Darkness 29 Aug 2017 Been working on a new poem. Would that the right were always the strong, but perhaps in this I am wrong. Evil to lose, is my dream, its success makes…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: Foreshadows 26 Aug 2017 Atop the hill, the three men stand like monuments. The leftmost, the shaft of his spear extending high into the sky, plants the butt of his weapon into the soft…
Captian's Log A Coffin for Two (Continued) 24 Aug 2017 After about a month's hiatus, I return to my short story, A Coffin for Two. The little brass bell dances up and down at the opening of the door.…
Captian's Log Carnival: Rough Draft 22 Aug 201715 Nov 2017 Update: You can read the finished version here: The Carnival The Freak: Come here often, or is it your first time? The Man: (Looking around anxiously) I know not of how…
Captian's Log Poem: Child in the Snow 21 Aug 2017 Please read my poem, Child in the Snow. It's a bittersweet story.
By the Sword… The Eagle and the Lamb 20 Aug 201719 Aug 2017 Perspective is a terrible thing, throwing into doubt, not our eyes, but ourselves, not the things around us, but the entire world those things occupy. I think, should an eagle,…
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…
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